Mosquitoes, Music, and a little Mayhem

My wonderfully intuitive and insightful girlfriend bought me a Flip video camera for my 30th birthday. This will no doubt prove to be an invaluable tool in documenting Tumbledown House’s adventures, and will also provide hours of ridiculously silly entertainment and countless gigs of worthless footage.

I managed to capture a lot of the aforementioned footage during my 30th birthday weekend, which included an ideal camping spot, voraciously starving mosquitoes, The National Folk Festival (in its last year in Butte, MT), and ended, as all birthdays should, with some drunken karaoke at a shithole bar called ‘The Party Palace’.

As this is my first foray into video editing, it’s still a little rough, but hopefully you’ll notice a glimpse of promise and  talent, budding through the choppy and poorly thrown together shots, that just needs to be finely honed and nurtured, like a young Spielberg or Almodovar. Then again, maybe not.

At the beginning of August we leave for our tour in Alaska, which will likely provide tons of source material for our next movie. Stay tuned.


Locusts, Plague, and Golf-ball Sized Hail in June

In Montana, June always brings one last good snowstorm. It’s as if mother nature just needs to relieve herself one last time before our two beloved months of solid, sunny weather. Everyone here knows this and is somewhat prepared. We were not, however, prepared for what happened yesterday:


Here’s a pic I found, taken by Andy Meehan, of the hail that fell in our fair town yesterday. Now, it didn’t take much research to find out that this isn’t that uncommon, especially in parts of the country such as Oklahoma or other places I wouldn’t want to live. But,  for this Arizonan, I found the experience downright morbid and unsettling.

The hail fell hard, breaking windows, denting cars, and scaring the shit out of dogs throughout Bozeman. Our beloved van, Rocinante, had two of her own windows damaged. Keep in mind, these aren’t “Let’s just run to the auto glass store and replace them” windows.. No, they are much more like “Wow, I haven’t seen these manufactured since the early 90s” RV conversion windows. I believe her resale value just took a dive comparable only to BP’s stock value. Our once pristine trailer is now riddled with dimples (of the unflattering variety) and landlords all over town are facing a barrage of complaints. I wouldn’t be surprised if the damage caused reaches into the millions.

The forecast today and tomorrow calls for more thunderstorms, so I must go now to buy plywood, food supplies, and rosary.