Japan Trip Feb 2002 Diary
Spanish Tour 2002 Diary
Spanish Tour 2003 Diary!
Open Christmas Letter 1994
Similar Christmas Letter 1995
A Happy New Year 1999 Letter
My Summer '98 Memoirs
Diary of the July 4th 2001 Parade, and forming the Orcas Blues Band
A Bizarre Letter I received from Guy Michel
This Morning… (free associative experimentation)
“Why Isn’t Chris von Sneidern Famous?” screening 6pm today on KQED.
Electronic Musician has featured me (on my bicycle) in my tiny music space in San Francisco.
Hi everybody, especially my pals across the USA that I’ve been hanging with. Thanks to my friends on the audities list who have defended my honor, which indeed remains intact.
End of year heading our way. My new CD is going to be available in the new year.
Big sale on now at the merchandise page! My per-unit costs have gone down on several items, and I’m passing along the savings to you. There is also a new compilation of CvS songs, in limited supply, on the merch page, titled Like Me That Way.
I had the most vivid dreams. The trees had colored blossoms, the flowers were singing, and the entire world provided. I drank from a deep, fast-moving stream. My feet remained firmly nailed into the floor. I love these moments.
…And now in Spain, having the time of my life. I haven’t slept in two days, now, but my promoters have assured me that soon I will sleep, and dream the dream that the dreamers dream. Hopefully I will be in a bed when this happens.
So far, I have had an incredible time, I ate some seafood, many delicately fried morsels of delicious matter, and the best wine ever. And that’s just on the plane! Tomorrow I think the real work will begin. I will write more and keep you informed about my fantastic journey, which begins, of course, in Spain. A dream that nearly came true.
*This is written just as I wake up
I’m not losing my mind or drugged up
…but that’s what they all say.
Organza orgasma. Feeling like knuckle bait on an afterglow mallet ma. Cornball conifer questionnaire all but where’s good. Wanna know? Let your lingers do the balking, you don’t need to know.
Walking stalk now way up outta the ground. Shocks, springs, rotor and rhododendrons are here somewhere too. Sun. No sun.
That M&M rhyme thing. He’d rhyme window with doe if the funny stray had lost his way, gimma appladay for a dogcatcher with a backscratcher, lying down on a stretcher. Leg on a peg, etc. Saran wrap.