MUSICIAN. ARTIST. GARDENER.
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JOURNAL

MICHAEL MUSIKA'S CHRONOLOGICAL DOCUMENTATION OF CREATION THROUGH WRITING, PHOTOGRAPHY, AND PERFORMANCE ON VIDEO.

JOURNAL


 
SAT FEB 1, 2003 // WHAT DO YOU CALL A CARTWHEEL LIKE THIS?

SANTA MONICA, CALIFORNIA

Brendan was visiting Los Angeles from Maryland so we went to Santa Monica, parked, and walked to a corner store. There we purchased several bottles of cheap champagne and proceeded to walk to the beach.  Paige was in an entertaining mood and performed a lot of cartwheels, each time wrecking in the sand.  Before beginning each cartwheel he would ask "What do you call a cartwheel like this?"  Then he would do more or less the same cartwheel as the one before. 

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RETROMichael Musika
SEPT 1, 2002 // WAR PROTEST

SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA I took this photo at a protest of the Iraq war. Also this photograph, despite being yellowed and faded by spending several years on my bedroom wall before being scanned, shows world class photography skills. I don’t deserve any credit for this because like reggae singers and football players, I give God the credit for my skills, and the instrument of my voice.

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Michael Musika
AUG 3, 2002 // REGGAE ON THE RIVER

GARBERVILLE, CALIFORNIA

YOUNG MAN STANDS IN A NORTHERN CALIFORNIA ENCAMPMENT // PENTAX IQZOOM 90MC ISO 400

A photographer documents an encampment at a music festival. One can imagine what the Old West was like. There are redwood trees on a ridge and speakeasies that aren’t easy to see.

Michael Musika
AUG 1, 2002 // DAN + JAIME VISIT

SAN FRANCISCO, CALIFORNIA  

Dan and Jaime drove up from Los Angeles with Dan's girlfriend Samantha to spend a few days helping on a movie set. The weather was sunny. We had fun.

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Michael Musika
MON MARCH 4, 2002 // SURF TRIP TO LA TICLA

JALISCO + MICHOACÁN, MEXICO

Dan and I met in Manzanillo and hitchhiked in the back of a chicken truck down to this surf spot. I'd missed my flight due to the airline stealing my wallet and arrived three hours late.  By sheer coincidence or the Lord or whatever my taxi driver took me to the precise hotel where Dan had chosen to stay. He was on the balcony when I arrived. It was very hot weather during the middle of the day.  We got good waves most of the time. A french man called my courage into attention when I told him I'd just seen a shark swim beneath us. He said there are lots of fish to eat, why do you think yourself to be so important?

Michael Musika