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 03.09.2026 am

Well, I didn’t get an evening post up last night, because I was too damn tired .. Been laying track for months hoping to start making money again … I still need to figure out the html scripting to get a digital currency app to open and my profile to be the landing page on my web link button coding, pain in the ass. I’ll add that to the “to-do” list and text my buddy Art.


The modern age is mind numbing sometimes. Some of this shit is outrageous, like taking to AI on phone calls … or sometimes talking to people on the phone, seriously. On to better things, like mindfulness or NA beer, or CBD lotion or anything else.


It’s important to thank God for being alive, I usually try n’ tackle that right away in the morning … yep! It’s also important to brush yer damn TEETH! Especially if you eat a bunch of processed sugar, dig? I’m listening to a rasta vibe song at the gas station right now and I’m digging it! Thanks God. Yep. It’s also good to take time to actually breathe in and out and appreciate the little things like coffee and a smoke.


The other thing about being an adult is to do the opposite of adult things and blow kids minds! Damn Skippy, rest in peace Aaron. I talked to a friend via text recently who I haven’t thought of as a healthy connection and I’m happy we re-connected. Fer sure! I’m also happy that the Minnesota Twins are going to kick ass all over Chicago this season. Take that George!


So, on to other things, like washing your hands in time of stress! Grounding the static from your body is as easy as running your hands under the faucet, I prefer cold water without water softener salt, but you do you boo! That’s right sun crackers, it’s gonna be a kick ass day sea-bass! So, go out there and kick some ass!

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 03.08.2026 am

One time we were in central Wisconsin and Johnny, Mom and I were out at the Silverdome Ballroom … Johnny and Kris and I and some randos in search of experience or a good time or whatever were remodeling my detached garage around this time. Johnny and I found out that the guy who owned the sawmill next door was a big Crankshaft fan.


As we were chatting with him, Johnny and I, we asked if he happened to have 4” crown molding at his place to purchase.. He said, yeah, I’ve been sitting on 4” crown molding that’s walnut for almost 15 years if you think you can use that.” So, we negotiated a merchandise trade for the wood even up and strapped it to the roof of the band van. It was awesome, one of those random events that make you smile. The photo of that day after we drove the band van home with the lumber on top was the highlight photo of that era for me.


Johnny was wild to travel with, he always said “Hey, Alex, if you get pulled over, I’m running.” or “You can’t go straight, you have to go forward or you’re gonna bump into something.” or… if something was really wacky that we were trying to deal with, he’d say “I’m glad I’m not trippin’!” 

Eventually moods shift and times change, sometimes for the best and sometimes for the worst and sometimes for the better. Those days were pretty crazy and fast paced. The economy was poppin’ and people were going out to celebrate. Now we’re dealing with a downturn and artists are having to make up for that kinetic dissonance, so if you see an artist that looks spent, give them a hug. Seriously, it’s a hard life for uprisers currently, I feel.


The thing that I can’t seem to find is the charge I’m looking for these days, people seem a little (or a lot) disconnected from the hive mindset and finding some to party with as a single stranger seems harder than ever sometimes. I don’t know, I guess I decided to delete all my social media to become more authentic and in the moment and what came, seems to be, is feeling more “outside” than ever. Sorry to sound grim, I need to get some fresh coffee and finish my smoke. I’ll be more peppy on the evening post, hopefully. Turn up the tunes and get some sun on your face, sun cracker, it's gonna be almost 60 degrees today says the people!

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03.07.2026 am

Last night the audio recording for the podcast was wild, I was too boisterous. At least it happened, some people just talk the talk about something and it never happens. For real. I need to remind myself to try to remain humble.


For the first time in my life I can live like a king and I’m still walking the walk of the gesture. I should be recording or at the very least practicing this song I wrote in jail called “It’s My Time,” ironically enough.. or at the very least putting moves on forward movement in pulling in finance again. Self employment is a bitch, especially being hard wired to the hustle of it for 23 years now. Still chained to the idea that I need to tune to my own tune and drive out all the people who don't think I’m making appropriate moves. It’s time to start living like a steward of the blues instead of a gesture of the reds.


It’s complicated, I know. I’m short on coffee in me and I’m going to keep after this instead of going out to get a coffee somewhere.. This morning is kind of grim and doomy-gloomy, I need to talk to Shaunna. I text her, it’s 7:30am on a Saturday so I’m guessing that she’s not awake yet. She’s a friend I’ve had since high school. Whenever I over complicate my perspective about my own self I usually need to chat with a Woman that I’ve known for a long while. I’m in a funky mood.


I heard it was supposed to be in the 60s this weekend from multiple people and now I’m looking at fresh snow on the ground?! Oofta. Whatever, I need to get on with a bigger project before I loose my shit again, and it needs to be something that actually earns me financial compensation, I guess I should start by texting Bill the booker. I also need to settle up with another booker Luke, which I’m going to try to do today. I’m also going to be fine with the snow. 

There are so many ways to exist here and so many ways to behave that life gets overwhelming sometimes. I need to get elsewhere and on with something that’s less annoying. I’m tired of being on probation. It’s too many boundaries pushed and then I get in trouble again. No more trouble please. Cool and easy takes the prize, and nothing is free. Every effort recycles back to its maker eventually. Yep. I guess I need to have a glass of water and say good morning to my own self. 


Life can be a disaster sometimes, all you gotta do is clean up the damn mess I guess. I gotta take a day for myself and think funny. Love and respect.

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03.07.2026 pm

So, birds, what’s your favorite kind? I’m a hawk and crow and eagle guy myself. It’s all about evolving, and then you’re dead, pretty much. So might as well live it up .. and get shit done. What about colors? What one makes you pop? Bingo comes to mind. Birds are more evolved than we are, obviously.. They can fly!


It’s all good. Everything’s peachy… Now I’m sitting next to Justin the Barber, at Dano’s … or whatever it’s called now.. We cool! 201 is tard core … max is Misfits fer real, fer real! Thanks Anoka and Minneapolis PD and Hennepin County Sheriff's Department .. Buster Talbot in spirit thanks for the blessings and the forwards in this generation … God help us all!  

I guess I just need to mention that Matt the Hobbit is on my other side, yep, met 18 years ago in this same bar where I was playing every Monday night. Kendrick was mentioned and Clint ghosted me from the county phone, numb nuts. Now I’m thinking about a girl in Albert Lea, whatever again … gypsy trapped in easy easy ….. Five Bullets  by Anders Osborne is poppin’ this season, yep yep! 


Now Justin is talking about traffic laws… apparently the speed limit on any state road that is dirt is 55mph unless otherwise posted, for the record … that usually applies to county road dirt roads too, for the record … unless that corner is marked, it’s likely 55mph, for the record ….. Input? Guys? I plead the first..


What is your opinion of front wheel  drive cars? Mine is they are shit. Matt says rear wheel drive is more fun, so does Justin. On to better things about today's eara, we have many challenges and I love that. Thanks god. Boogie Chillin’ ….those Detroit cars are in like Huck Finn this coming season, buy a classic car bozo! Tune it up! Rip it old school! What’s your favorite mussel car? Matt’s fav is the 69 Chevelle or the 69 Judge .. I’m a GMC guy personally ,,, rip page, tune into spirit and into the easy light and hues yoyo! That’s the way you do it! Cars are rad.


I like cool stuff like firecrackers and m100s and hopefully a show in Wisconsin next week, geeze what a 365 ,, this time last year I was getting out of treatment, I miss Lake Elmo and walks in repetition, honestly ,,, I need a harmonica and some Wisconsin time, please! I’d like to snowboard soon too please, I’m taxed and need relaxation yo! Let’s enjoy Saturday night ya’ll boogie boogie light it up!

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 03.06.2026 am

Good day ya’ll, glad you’re reading this! It will be an extremely WET day in the Twin Cities, rain, rain, rain, rain, WET RAIN! Where’s my leatherman? I gave it to a homeless guy tramp grimly, that’s where it is! Good day sun crackaz!


Pinball … I need a place to temporarily stash a fricken slick pinball machine, after I get it fixed that is.. Yep, yep! It’ll get used, and abused, hopefully. A is the deal with all this got’damn RAIN!? It’s so fricken wet! All I can say is, thank god we ain't dealing with a drought! Stick a fork in that dinner tonight and say, “this is scrumptious, thanks god, this I can deal with until I swallow it whole!” If it stops raining by your afternoon brake, then shim sham your car and call it your workout ‘er something? I don’t know. If the trees start budding in March, it’ll mean that everything moving beyond will hopefully fall to the ground and piss off your OCD neighbor. Rain.


Anywho, I wonder how the Twins are gonna fair this season? Also, I wonder who’s gonna win the Baja 1,000? Third thing is, my mom is embarrassed by my podcast, so I must be doing something right, right? Crickets …. She’s a bartender way up near MN HWY 95 and 47, biker chicks, be ready, summer is coming THIS WEEKEND! Tune up that biker jacket with some oil and get on that damn motorcycle asap, before you’re DEAD! HURRY! Rubbin’s racin’ yo!


Now, here’s the thing kids, in life people will challenge you away from your truest self if you decide to be a full time artist in the United States of America! Forkman, basically, more or less told that to me when I was a 20 something buck in Clarksdale, Mississippi after I gifted him a CD and he gifted me a life-long lesson “If you’re an artist in Europe you are commended and if you’re an artist in America they’ll tell you to get a job.” What the heck is art anyway? Something for others to appreciate or something to embarrass your mother with? I really don’t know at this point.


I hope you got a laugh, I know I did, boogie healin’ in the North Metro..

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03.06.2026 pm

So making my brother laugh on the jail phone is my new fun, it seems. Hope you had a good day sun cracker! People fuck up, it’s just that simple, and YOU need to be easy in forgiving them when the time becomes present and appropriate. I’ve had experience with said practice, it ain’t easy sometimes. Usually it means you need to learn how to keep your temperament coolin’ not heatin’, dig?


So, anyway, It pretty much did what I thought, it stopped raining around 2pm, did yo shim sham yer rig between coffee and a smoke ‘er did yeah poop out? Rain days can be good, lot’s can be accomplished from a good rain day. I’m doing my laundry currently and catching up on my text messages. The rain can be annoying too, especially if you’re not into being wet.


I’m planning on buying a Ram Sprinter soon, the name says it all, there’s one up north I got my internet eyes on and I’m hoping to make that happen asap, to be fair, I should have gotten one in November, but don’t judge. Life happens at its own pace and so do races, one time I saw a video of someone who slowed the pace of the entire racefield only to pass like six bikes in the last ¾ of the race loop, which was rad to see and I’m sure it was rad for them too. I’m sure my van will be pimped out on the inside too, like I do.


This is pretty much my way of downing tea and smoking and waiting for my laundry at this point so I’m gonna throw a curve ball on ya: People put weird shit up their butts! I heard from an ex-ray tech that she inspected an ex-ray where some guy put a frozen water bottle up his ass and it got STUCK in there! What the fuck?! Seriously guy?! 


Anywho, back to my brother, people do stupid shit, and it wasn’t my mom’s house (for the record). Monkey see monkey do type shit I guess, maybe. He should have known the outcome would be the same as my house, but I would guess it didn’t even cross his mind, maybe? I don’t know. He’s a south side punk tard is all that guy told me at the Schooner about two months ago, and that keeps cycling back around to even me too. Guess it’s hard to be humble when yer part Swedish, as my grandpa would have gloated. I think he’s still lingering in that damn retirement home, honestly. One time a Mustang print fell off the wall randomly in that house and I seemed to be the only one weirded out about it. Geeze.


On to better things like auto-correct and waiting for my laundry to finish and my tea to steep. This is my life currently. It’s good. And I feel like my laundry is almost done. Tonight will be a good one, thanks for tuning into my new podcast and for reading this, much love! 

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03.05.2026 am

One time I lost a guitar amp for like almost a month or maybe a little more… It was because the band van was a shitshow of a mess of “this this this, and now everything is out of place and I need to move it around and get it re-organiziz-ed because otherwise every time I turn left or turn right or hit the breaks or slam on the gas the PA speakers slam around into each other and I’m tired of listening to it .. just like the other day with my guitar amp..


I was with traveling nurse motorcycle Sammy and I was also under pressure because we were heading there in some type of hurricane or something to that effect anyway and I felt like everything needed to happen “right quick.” That’s usually when things go really sweet or really out of whack. I jumped out of the van and started hurling gear into the street to get everything tighter in the packing department and everything was sitting on hard pack snow. I got all the pieces seeming to fit in there good after a couple minutes and I seemed to be content with the process because I definitely shut the rear hatch myself.


THEN, two mornings later I got to a studio session in South Minneapolis at Signaturetone and I opened the hatch and was like “Where is my guitar amp?” In my mind, I had only one place in mind, the street corner in Uptown that I re-arranged the gear at.. I literally went back there after my session was over that day and no surprise the guitar amp wasn’t there either. 

I made a social network post that got some traction and eventually I got a call from my friend Jeremy who had heard something about an amp from a group of guys talking in his recording space, Barking Jack Studios in North Saint Paul. He was like, “Hey Alex, Harold said your amp might be at the 331 Club” and to me I was like “331 Club?” what the heck? So a couple days later Harold called me.


“Hey, I’m pretty sure there’s an amp like yours behind the curtain at the 331 where Jason keeps the chords and stands” He told me.. I was like, well this is bizarre and made a trip to the Club to investigate. Sure as shit, there it was and Alicia was like “I’ve been telling the sound guys that they can’t take it, they want it for their rehearsal spaces or whatever. “No, someone is definitely missing that and eventually they will remember where they left it.”


I had zero recollection of the reason why for a few days, a band I played a show before rushed the stage with their gear and I didn’t have the energy for dancing around a bunch of guys that were setting up gear so I left it on the stage with the intention of getting it after they were done and totally forgot .. Life is weird, I’m glad nobody stole my amp, I’ve had that one since I was 17 years old. Guess good people do still exist. 

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03.05.2026 pm

I just put another $15 in tow again, here’s to hoping boi! I’m in a stall until Dad and Mom change their tune with my brother it seems, because this all started out with an attitude problem, is what I’m forgetting. Yep!

So, anyway, here I am writing a blog entry when I could be enjoying the balmy weather in Minnesota. Still hopeful I guess. I should be on a skateboard, really. Or doing anything more than stilling here, I drove in the truck too much today so I’m way overloaded in the “sit” department. Gonna call a buddy, hang on …..

Friends can be weird sometimes, hard to say where he’s at currently. I’ve burned a lot of bridges in my life and it seems that pattern continues into middle age, or whatever. Tony D and I are still good so that’s good, and I’m good with Jonah L too which is rad so I should be looking on the good foot. Yep.

Yeah, so now I’m like I need to be getting this show on the road because it’s 11pm .. sorry, short entry tonight.

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03.04.2026 am

OK, so I have an hour to do this before lunch and my flip phone is at the bank and I need a dog. So, last time they denied me at the pound because I was dealing with a pit-bull bitch that wouldn’t listen fer shit .. New Orleans coming soon ,, thanks to Mom …. Just say “NO” to those who drug … we ain’t bitches Carlyle .. just about it ….. Time to drink WATER … Tap or whatever, yep!


That’s why we build SAILS not SNAGS in the LARSON clan ….. ! Yep, KEYTA NEEDS SWIFT AND KETA KEYS in NE yo, we cool .. downtunin’ the coon toon on the 6.2 yo .. it’s chill in Coon Rapids currently at peace with peace … time for more learning and building choppers fer youngsterssssszzzzzzzz bikes without peddles gen Z .. boogie !!! I’z be snag free soon hopefully, and... I Need To Get There … All Crankshaft music is cleaned up thanks to DISTROKID yep yep yep yep ……… Boogie help me now guys …. Please!


Need an intern asap gotta cool for a minute here … Spanky was a great two dogs, and that’s a beautiful story for a morning tune .. WHERE’S MY Bluetooth Speaker, it’s probably in the work truck (Spankies Squaired) ooofta, what a day it’s gonna be ya’ll yep you’s guys yo? Happy days are here, and snowballs are coming soon in Minnesota!! BOOOGIE! Come back old man winter! I need to find one of those maybe? Cool, cool, cool, we work easy and hard in America themsizies?!?


I’m too wired hot-ville like those sick pickups in that ol Kay that Uncle Kirk gypsy hugged me with last weeks ago …. Boogie Chillin’ - John Lee Hooker – Turn it upppp! I know I’m gonna be doing that in a minute here … It’s about grounding ya’ll group in crew crow and run electric solar in your yard on the states dime yo …. Tuning it uppppp boogie boogie bo, bo, bue, beu, pew pew! I gotta fire to put out and it started with the sound of a coin … doubles are in tune ya’ll it’s hillbilly north reporting on cooling post star-bucks .. she was wrong, Kena — that’s all no … fer real HOT HILL COUNTRY Lake George …. bonfire on it soon please … DIESEL!


Anyway, so teddy bears are cuddle buggles and lizards up near Saint Francis have gills ya’ll yep yep yeppp! Family cousin kissin' cousins bullshit … head slap, grounding South Sioux up-tender in processes, as we all ……. Bands are necessary! … Tattoo work soon please …. I’m done here in 15 min …. Thanks, I’m should be playing guitar left handed ALEX HANSON AND WALLY AND PATRICK, any hooooo! Crow hawk 6.2 blue live …. Thanks Daniel and Carpenter Mike and all my neighbors in Slabtown Proper Anoka Minnesota … Bocephus Wane is hot on streaming ya’ll, we be risin’ up the ground here please … boogie?

Off to go to work, blues-man AC out, 201 codes family ,,, - Craig

 

03.04.2026 pm

So, it was a pretty damn successful day I’d say, I got a bunch of shit done and so did you I’m sure, good stuff the best brand tobacco and I ran short because I gave a nigga a big pinch and a non bleached paper before I left the pharmacy fer truth yep yep yep! Word, boogie! 

I wonder when it’s gonna cool down so all the lollies complain? Anyhow, you be good now you hear? I’m just a dumb amebia in jellyfish season, looking out for stingers everywhere I go, honestly.. Yup, yup… we cool, we cool ,l bugger.. Blow that shit out dummy! Snot rockets fer life! Let’s all have a snow dance pleeeease? 


So, friends die and then eventually things get better and better .. Thank god, and God Damn It! I’m not Jesus lady, I’m fuckin’ bauld all around, a freak of nature fighting dissonance up hill bitches! Offta, damn it I need a vacation kids …. It’s fine, we’re all fine here… how are you? Loves! They’ll be back eventually, if not here, elsewhere, how could it be any otherwise, dog?

And onward and upward, Nolan Ryan fer ever?? Nahhh, he’d get board eventually I bet. Bo Jackson, who’s that in the 21st century? I wanna know, email me! Sports kick ass yo, let’s play kickball ‘er somethin’? Oooor hackysack! Yeah, hacky sack! Remember? I knocked him sensible, that Erick geeze dog, you were too hot! Whatever, we cool dog! Yep, cool, cool, cool, that sun be settin’!


Desperate for something real good, shouldn’t we all be? Honestly, what’s your opinion? Tell me yo! Deam it up and bottle it for next summer or the spring after that, will ya? Give it! Yep! I’m just ready to cut loose on Wednesday night ya’ll Wednesday night! 

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03.03.2026 am

Well, I forgot what I even wanted to say …. Um, yeah, I just potentially spent $50k on my bonehead brother, hopefully John seals the deal .. We’re living in AMERICA not the USA but AMERICA, NORTH ….. Yeah, I need to build my body AND START MAKING MONEY AGAIN, yeh FUCKS! So all that and a bag of chips.. Yeah, Carlyle Industries …… 


This is a lot, now I'm thinking about 69 and Monday night open mic at Sociable Cider Works ..yep, I'm hearing my inner voice and my actual voice and everything's gonna be alright Matt .. yeah, so here I am at the damn coffee shop again on a computer when I should be on a motorcycle. God bless Steve McQueen and Dan the neighbor in the red trimmed white lake cabin.. bachelor pad and that one guy Curt, Large Mouth Bass are coming in large this year I hear ... Cool!


God bless Trump and Putin, those pussies with dumb hair .. whatever: them cunts .. too loud always is my mouth! Grahhhhh! Minnows are gonna be dirt fuckin' cheap this year too! Yep, yep, yep … Gulp, gulp drink Alkaline water to neutralize your Ph from coffee ya’ll, yes sir!
We’ll I’m gonna be broke before I get rich if I keep fuckin' around on this laptop at the coffee shop, damn it …. Let’s go Twins!


Meeting Josh for a publishing gig related to Mental Health, peace out! MOTORCYCLE! - AC


 

03.03.2026 pm
Well that was a good good day, built some social connections stronger and purchased a pinball machine to flip, yep, good day. Hope you had a good day too. Sounds like Rachel is going on a date so that’s good .. planet earth is still spinning, so that’s good and I’ll be listening to good tunes soon …. MaGillyCuddy’s is poppin’ and the loser on the block is too drunk and stupid 201 … dadada …. blaHaha! .. Pricks need puddy I guess too … The rig is in great shape and my chopper came back in one piece from Saloka .. everything peachy I’ll be playing music tonight too AND I finally booked a gig for the 21st of this month in Anoka, yep good day in setting … Rosta Vibes yo 1pm on the 21st!


And for that I am happy! Yep! Thanks planet earthlings and Matt Carlyle and Tony D and Josh from Avant and Pat and Mom and Dad and the limo guy that I might have a gig with soon … Bunkers is poppin this season ,,,, I HIGHLY recommend .. Hear Hear Hear 111 yeah ,,,, BOOGIE! You’re welcome 201 .. Another year of bliss for me, they’re the only dud in town! Whatever, yadayada .. And thank you Pat and Rachel and John and Heather! I’ll be getting a new car soon, stoked .. boogie Chillin’


So if anyone is looking for a 40 year old vintage Playboy Pinball machine I’ll be accepting a high offer for the next two months or a few, we will see! It’s rad but currently broken so I’ll have to get that fingered out and wired more better-er yep! Hugh Marston Hefner looks pretty 50 in it from what I can tell .. and babes, duh .. they make the world grow round I’d say, I hope you had time to enjoy the upper midwest today ,, temperature was balmy and the sun was bright in the Twin Cities .. motorcycles are on the roads so keep your eyes peeled, yep! Swimsuit season is right around the corner in the uppermidwest and it’s likely that the Twins are gonna slay on Chicago this year .. fuckin seaguls, they shit everywhere and I hear tell that a go’t damn 1k bill is seven grand now to own?! Rediculas, let’s get new ones in circulation and drive the price of those old ones into the shape of like $1,400 or pert-near at least close there? God bless boobs and butts and MTV and VH1 in the 90’s.


I just heard a crotch rocket rip down main street Anoka, god bless it! Mine and my truck are both in the Carabiner Coffee parking lot, and I’m trying to find time to make the magic happen on this blog entry to round out might evening and make everything groovin’ I’m hood rich in useless currency currently and I’m currenting that it will have to make a forward positive in a big ass two or three year hurry … Don’t be dumb, chew gum, not your fingernails, they be gross yo! Also, quit wasting away on your dumb phone and find a two wheeler to ride or drive or boogie on people! They be hard and hot this time of year mon! Yeahhh mon! Motorcycle season in the Twin Cities is rippin’.  


The thing is, people need to do stuff and so do I or I go get 86’d from another bar in town for another year, and I’m totally fine with that this time, because they’re dumb this time … really. Whatever, to the moon Elon Bugs Bunny eat a carrot or a broccoli or spinach or bark from a swamp willow, that’s where Ibuprofen came from, yep yep yep! Now, go press social boundaries and don’t get popped and don’t get yer ass thrown in the can, Boogie! You can do it! 

Sleepy out zzz - AC


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03.02.2026 am

I guess it was necessary for my mental health, leaving it there and purchasing it there too. I'm talking about a skateboard. So I was working on this remodeling project (a bathroom) in Texas and I had to get off that job and have a day for myself and then I ended up getting canned from the job (thank you god). So now I'm thinking about a TV that I need to get back to my union buddy, but whatever for now, I'll stick with skateboards. 


The thing is, they're rad. Really they are great for your physical and mental health, honestly. It took me a long time to figure out I needed to find what I had forgotten to find more peace, which is ironical if you think about it. So I walked into the mall and I went to the Van's store and built a skateboard and it had Slimeball Wheels and it kicked ass. Now I'm thinking about showing up at this sheet-rock job and getting paid to leave the job-site, before we even started, again, this doesn't have anything to do with the skateboard. It was flower print on the bottom, metallic and kinda gay and awesome. At least we weren't sitting around watching TV. It was time to get up and sing, like rated R style I guess. It was good to have help from a friend named skateboard that was actually called "Thank You." 


The first rip I took it on was in a parking lot where they were guarding a big ass box with no sign on the side, geeze. I have no idea, and no need to worry, because I don't own a gun I guess. Skater boys work harder is the point I'm trying to make here maybe, I know my buddy Mike did. Loss is hard but so is life, just gotta pull up your bootstraps and try to walk through the sea of shit ass haters. I try to be nice though and honest and kind. I mean the skateboard WAS called Thank You. 


The job was shit in Texas, the worst job-site I ever had to work, fer real. It did come about because my brother died, so I guess it was gypsy trapped from the get go. It's been a really weird life, knowing pirates and whatnot so I guess it was to be expected. My neighbor has a US AIRBORN tattoo on his chest and wears a 40 on his hip, and a snake around his neck, so yeah. That ain't even it, he can only see out of one eye and he has a peg leg, it is the Halloween Capital of the world, Anoka. The job sup in Texas was an Anoka High School graduate. Trevor ain't Billy nor a dead guy and I guess it was a pardoning that I have to deal with, getting tossed as a blessing from a bathroom remodeling project and the kick ass skate park they have near Cedar Rapids in Texas. 


Don’t know really where to go from here, I guess the whole Ojibwe mud hut Anglo thing started with a handle and a spade, really, and burning wood to heat houses and shops of course. The Thank You skateboard wasn't a Harley or Indian and I'm just a dippity dudhead with a dill hole to stuff soon, not sure but I'm guessing that the cafe down the street opens at 7am and I'll be writing until then, and moving around some too. Coffee time is always good for AA people, but it is still a drug. To be fair, I gotta take a break here. 


To be fair, I said a prayer to our dead brother and spirit said Trevor deserved a punch in the face, not that I gave it to him or even would but seriously, it was a shitshitshitshow fer real. The first thing is, he was like "No, you don't need to bring your pouches" and that should have been the indicator light on the heads up display. But, I don't even know how I would remodel a bathroom anymore and I'm fine with that, unless she asks the right combination of questions backed with the appropriate like offers every time or something. 


I guess I'm still just a dirty biker. and it's almost time to explain where I left the skateboard when I left Texas. First, America, define your bitches. I've obviously got a few .. What pisses you off? What fires you up? When are you going fishing next? When are you going to take a walk to smell the roses? I guess I should probably do that in a few minutes here. I left the skateboard on the floor of a bowl that kicked ass. An old man told me that only like ten skateboarders skate per week when we were chatting about his little ninja grand-baby. It was pretty special seeing him take it backwards down the table top before I left the parking lot and it was also the place I should have left the 1960's Kay Guitar against that parking lot fence. But, I didn't ... Instead I left that thing leaning against a Porta Pot. 


I'll check in later, I need to walk to the gas station to buy coffee. 

Enjoy the day Neverland, my tabs are two days expired, motorcycle!


03.02.2026pm

So, I think it had something to do with Blake … I’m waiting for dinner at Misfits. So Snakeman is here and so is this pool table behind me and I’m still at a loss for why I can’t, wait, got it.. So I had a straight blade and he chased after it next to a railroad box pile up, like four cars, no engine, the baby deer ran, in the middle of the late night .. yeah, he’s an animal that Blake, it was hilarious.


He used to walk up and down his parent’s steps, on his HANDS! Clint used to walk around the entire house naked growing up .. life is weird how it becomes. Blake’s temperament codes cooler to me currently which is rad. Clint’s spirit is telling me to continue building the website, so that’s cool. They’re both my brothers and Clint is in jail, which is a bummer, because he needs his feet healed and better food than Anoka County offers. Blake is doing well and is getting new walkin’ feet and a homecoming soon, hopefully so will Clint.


I wrote the governor asking to pardon Clint due to PTSD, Borderline Personality Disorder and Narcissism complexes, ultimately he’s just a south side punk tard who’s for the wind. I’m waiting for someone to play pool or while thinking about how glad I am to be not in jail. It’ll all turn up after probation I’m sure or I’m hopefully sure to be hopeful anyway. The craftsmanship on it is remarkable to be honest. I met a biker named Harley and he found a Samurai sword at a Garage Sale in Japan for five grand, turns out it was valued at over $100k and he was using that to fund a down payment in Japan for a retirement abode. Rad, dad..


Anyway, guns are bad, I’d like to go bow hunting with Brennan soon near Albert Lea. He’s a sweetheart of a bro and a great uplifter spirit. We met while he was in treatment and I was selling a chopper off the back of my lift-gate and walking into a thrift store in Albert Lea (birthplace of the late Eddie Cochran). We played pool, then he let me drive his car after knowing him for like an hour so we were basically like instant buddies.


I still have Sheriff Buster Talbot’s rodeo clown outfit in the garage, R.I.P. Buster .. It was all bullshit and some of it helped, thanks pal and thanks Bill Trombly and Cowboy Mel. Wild, life is a whirlwind and I’m glad though. I’m sure so were they. Now, I got pissed at my lawyer again, oh well. I guess Blake and I wearing onesies would be funny on Washington Avenue this summer, really.. Pink ones with sunglasses and matching Chucks…
 

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03.01.2026 am

It was intended to be a gift to be a gift, actually two gifts. One to a mixed blood Ojibwe from Winona and one to a black shaman from Anoka. I met Chief under sidewalk terms in Winona after being booted from an establishment with a group of African Americans. I was the one on-charge after teaching youngers a lesson in common law. Chief let me know that it would be OK to re-enter the next night. As conversation transpired he went on to explain to me that; Though not knowing his biological father, his mother brought him to a fire-dance at the age of eight years. It was there where he experienced being rained on during a sunny day. During this same interaction he said to me that he felt that I am like him; "Chosen," perhaps in the likeness of an “Earth Angel.” 


This, for me, cycles back to a bar in Western Montana approximately a year before. It was there where a native gifted to me the name “Hawk.” He was experiencing the loss of a friend who had passed the day before, who I had an interaction with at the same bar two days earlier. This man had actually defended my character to two others who were trying to cut me down. On the day of loss, the native witnessed my exhaustion of drinking Mountain Dew in shame by others. He continued to explain that he had also lost a youngster, despite efforts, to a house fire recently as well. While we shared this heavy mood, I rolled a half Tobacco, half CBD Marijuana smoke with an unbleached paper and said “We will smoke together,” and left it on the bar in front of him. Moments later, I was rushed out the door by my friend who had invited me to perform twelve shows that were sponsored by his girlfriend’s tattoo shop. The smoke remained on the bar.

Two mornings later, two crushed Mountain Dew cans appeared in front of the tattoo shop in the sleepy town of Anaconda, Montana without a sole around. I haven't seen the native from that bar since the afternoon of my failed attempt to smoke with him failed. About one year later, back in Minnesota, yearning for travel farther down the Mississippi River from Anoka is when I met Chief in Winona. The next morning after meeting him, I was on a river walk when I found a Hawk feather to give to Chief. I held that feather in my truck for a half a year before sending it to the air, thinking that I might not see him again. Not long after that, I ran my truck into a tree. 

About three weeks ago I ran into Chief again at a Punk Rock show in Winona. I bear hugged him and lifted him off the ground, and I explained my sorrow for not keeping the feather to give to him. The next morning, on my way to a performance in Red Wing I was on a phone conversation with a Black Shaman from Anoka who is a dear friend. 


While explaining the Chief story and the Montana story to my wise-man, talking became reality as I passed a dead bird strike Hawk on the shoulder of Highway 61. I U-turned a few miles ahead, then U-turned again to catch the two lanes again, North and removed both feet from the dead carcass with the intention of gifting one to Chief and one to Shaman. The rest will be unsaid, grace.


03.01.2026 pm

And so it started on Jackson Street, with a one dollar bill written with a phone number, one on each side.. Two same last names, boy and girl, yada yada … so, I’m listening to Toots and I’m like shit, now what, I already smoked too many cigs today so what next .. Guess I gotta pause and drink this coffee.


I think it closed with two stingey brims laying on the ground really .. so it flys, the damn girl in Albert Lea, Minnesota and the stupid website I need to rebuild to build coins. My brother is his own damn business. Leaving Trunk, it’s in my almost 19 year old rat trap fly house bitch of a missed decision. Now, back to the damn biker trick and that fucky dollar from Jackson Street. 

I trusted him, and that was the mistake, Erick or whatever the fuck his name is.. This story could go long actually. Shit, Taj Mahal, saw him play in Memphis with Pete, just him a hat and a guitar. The blues, it aint band unless your heads on concrete and your feet are pointed at a hollar door and your like, fuck, now what? So it was a dipshit move.. Like always, trying to be free …. And, Clint wins, AGAIN. The dollar, it was a contract, not a bet and now it’s on Jacky from Cuddy’s and that starts and stops with a Sharpie scribble and hope .. still, the dollar taught me a lot …. Like treat cops like friends, not pigs … oofta.


Just about sundown it will be service industry night and this might be more than a single blog post, because that knot that’s like some pirate shit that won’t quit. Like a sailor's knot that I forgot how to roll, then I had to dream up a way to uncinch a cinch that was tied by Kirby the crow, and a four wheeler named Easy, to be fair.. Again, cycling way to far from that Red Squirrel fightin’ clown, bed wetter chump Eric and the final interaction I had with him and the challenge coin that I threw off the Run River Walking Bridge and a V65 that ain’t tabbed currently, and the dollar I gave to Jacky at Cuddy’s and the grace of turning up the volume when parked in comfort and a key fab and key you lost at the will of gods gracing you with hating on thieves when I should be celebrating with this coffee and start a new paragraph.


The two dollar bill Clint gave tto Lucky, you dumb lumber monkey.. The dollar is still owed to Blake, actually, but I have a few fresh ones in my wallet .. Beno’s went to Blake and mine came from Wallmart or whatever .. so, the dollar with the two numbers got taken off one of the Stingey brims and the other is laying on 8th probably in the lil’Apple or 50 miles away in a hot car maybe .. I don’t know but I do like Handsome Jack from upper-state New York a lot right then, now the mood is chill-er-er yah, know? That bill might not even hit the population again, like EVER. So, the swat team bombed me away from guilt or whatever, Chief? He said “Have one for me,” now I’m thinking of a Den named Horse and a Truck I ain’t owned yet, or at least I hope so.. Fer real.

So it goes, he blew his head off, and I got a fuckin’ bill with two names and two numbers and an insane tour story to tell sometimes about Blake and I .. um, yeah, think so, he didn’t murder the Bambie with my straight blade and I don’t even know where it is right now, but eventually I’d like it back please, God? Yeah, who knows … Dad will laugh eventually at this .. guess God saved me some forward tax and hopefully no more tricks that almost find led to my body from ripping lead based paint on 70 year old cedar siding or some shit .. the dollar is a crazy lesson, right now it’s Love in a Trashcan by The Raveonetts and it’s time for a drink of tea and a pause for Mom. Josh, is the next move, for making money soon, still self employed and yeah, it’s a fuc show yo, yo yep.. Boogie dollar out fer now … It’s for her joy, yo ..

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