Forthcoming Tour Plans

Somewhat Secret Tour Plans
Bradley Ray King made this:

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Longriver up in the Northwest

Longriver is able bodied and going north and west. Grant Cross wrote this haiku for this post occasion, published here without his permission:

Update yr blog, dog
All the peanuts in the world
Creamed for yr pleasure

The tour starts in Portland and Ends in Port Townsend on “the peninsula” as the Cascadians call it. 2 week tour, people! Tour buddies and fellow performers Travis Champ and Justin Fallen will be coming along. Want to see a flyer that Travis Champ made? Well if you have any peripheral vision, you can already see it:
David Longoria, Longriver, tours with Justin Fallen and Travis Champ, Nirmanakaya
What else can I say? Thanks to theElectric Fences Fest people for booking me. I’m grateful for all the help and love. I’m looking forward to seeing friends, Travis, Jamie, Katy Curtis, Chris Pappas, Celeste, Hank and the farm. All the dogs. Happy to be playing these songs, making people smile and laugh and cry. big trees, firs, and cypresses, all the evergreens. I’ll have tapes, books, records, all of it. Now I’ll go publish the shows on the “shows” page. alright, Thanks y’all.

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Poems Published in Halvard Johnson’s Truck

Dear friends, Please follow the link to Crag Hill‘s month long editorial-ship of Halvard Johnson’s Truck. We’re taking a road trip, from the southern tip of I-35 in Texas to the northern tip in Minnesota, following the idea of the interstate as a creative corridor.

Here is my entry:

David Longoria on the side of the road

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Always debuting as a poet

It’s my debut again tonight at 7pm at Malvern books with David Abel from Portland, Oregon.

Here’s a haiku for you,

Ice T, Dr. Dre
The age of Aquarius
Black socks, Birkenstocks

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I didn’t expect a write up in the paper! But here it is. The Austin Chronicle’s Doug Freeman selected my SXSW showcase as one to check out. Click on the image to see all my upcoming shows:

David Longoria is recommended by the Austin Chronicle

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SXSW – Self by Selfie Promotion

IT’S that time of the year again.  I’ve already stepped into Robert Duvall world, brushed shoulders with Billy Joe Shaver, who also just happened to be walking through Robert Duvall world. I shook hands with a TV actress. I don’t know her name or her face, so maybe that’s not worth mentioning. Yes spring is nearly here, and spring break is definitely here. The moon is nearly new, and I’m playing shows for SXSW  (Please let me note here that I have an OFFICIAL SXSW show at Stephen F’s Terrace Bar). Grant MF Cross was kind and energetic enough to make a flyer for my many incarnations. He said it’s not a flyer for random passersby to see on a street pole, but a piece of art that I’ll share directly with you. So, here’s a flyer announcing my SHOWS:
Longriver David Longoria of the black sxsw flyer
that’s IT!   I hope to see each and every one of you.  This post would not be complete without a selfie portrait of the artist at his studio:
David Longoria at Nelray studios
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South Texas Triangle Revisited

Recently I hopped into a borrowed car and embarked on a trip that I call the South Texas Triangle Tour.  In your mind you can see a detailed image of Texas. You can see the three points of the South Texas Triangle: Laredo, Corpus Christi, and San Antonio. Right now you may hear somebody from the valley shouting, “That’s not south Texas!” No matter. As Texans most of us will agree that San Antonio is the gateway to South Texas. Questions may be raised as to what South, West, East or North Texas are. There are always contentions. Why is Houston not considered East Texas? Looking at a map it is clearly in the easternmost section of Texas. Why, if you’re from Houston, do you not say you’re from east Texas? You do not. You just say that you’re from Houston, which is where I’m from. All that aside, There are other South Texas Triangles, but this is the South Texas Triangle that me and my friend Brad perambulated. We only walked part of the way of course. Though the truest purpose of this mission is still unknown to me, I can share with you the truer purpose of this tour: music. There are other purposes that emerged for myself and others including untrue, hypertrue, extratrue purposes. One purpose of this tour is me, David Longoria. That’s my family lineage. I have other names including Longriver, David del Norte, Bruce, and David of the Black. Other stories surrounding this journey will be told and published and dialed in on radios and telephone lines, but I will share the most surface accounts of what happened, the most physical and mundane…journalistic in the most basic sense of the word.  In fact, nothing really happened. So, for those of you who like grand fireworks displays or even exciting facebook likes and notifications, now is the time to click elsewhere, or get back to your reheated dish waiting for you on the stove or microwave oven. For you who are interested in unfinished sketches, impressions, and elementary sharing, please, read on.

Hot Wells - Longriver - South Texas Triangle

Hot Wells – View of the courtyard from the second floor of the main building

So, we followed the I-35 corridor south to it’s end: the bordertown of Laredo Texas. We left the contraband in the earth to be safe from all who patrol. After crossing 4 major rivers, hundreds of torrents and a few tortillas stuffed with the raw deal, we arrived at the SecondChance record store in Laredo. Before I could make a find in the bins, this young Mexican guy with shaggy hear wearing tight slacks and a members only jacket got dibs on a mint Van Morrison Astral Weeks, Captain Beefheart’s Safe as Milk, and a good copy of Prince’s Dirty Mind, all in a stack of about 20 records. I gave up and chose to look at the cassettes before setting up my gear in the outdoor room, a long train car. I picked, strummed, sang. I noticed a young lady, her eyes closed in meditation listening to the sermon of the thumb. The index and middle fingers ushering unknown parishioners inside to sit at pews of oak. Dr. Brad kept court with Vivekananda (Rodrigo, at times) between music sets talking about Nietzsche and horses and madness. I closed my eyes and saw the Empty Orchestras. After the first show we drove down past the brightly lit international bridge, into the town plaza…old church built in 1755. Through the mist you could almost see Fred C. Dobbs with his weathered fedora smoking a cigarrette on the park bench before going to beg money for a meal. We stopped into an old building where poets were participating in impassioned recitations. The poets had swapped poems and were reading each other’s poems. Visions of a post apocalyptic snow covered New York City, embryonic love affairs, border town run-ins, skinny jean college marijuana joints. I helped myself to the deli tray with pan dulce and ham sandwiches. I picked, strummed, sang. Girl with blowtorch heart says she loves my voice.

Next morning Brad and I walked over to Paulita’s, a small old restaurant with a few booths and tables, and had a Mexican breakfast with homemade tortillas. A hearty breakfast for the drive to Corpus. Luckily the earth accepts all illegal things without judgement, because just west of Alice I got stopped for going 6 miles over the speed limit. A State trooper, a Mexican kid, probably not much older than 22, gave me a warning. I was enthusiastic and friendly and our stories were straight. Even the border patrol stopped us. They all ask us where we came from, where we’re going, why we’re going there. But the dogs, more importantly, didn’t question us.

First stop when we got to Corpus was North Beach, later we were told that this beach is not the beach to go to for the best vibes. Seagulls stand on one leg sometimes, the shoreline is beautiful when you look alongside it, the battleship is monolithic, the motels look dingy. We sat at Coffee Waves Shop for a couple of hours drinking espresso, then took naps in the car. We finished off the day with a sunset picnic under a pink and purple sky on a staired seawall overlooking the ocean. The cadential waves insisting on something else, not quite sure.  On the way to the show we stopped and had a moment at the Selena memorial by the water, Como La Flor, Amor Prohibido, Baila Esta Cumbia. We arrive at NASA: Rene Sandoval hometown tastemaker, Nic Fair diminished chord mystic, Shayna Sands hourglass blues pop. I picked and strummed and sang. The NASA listens to No Time at All, sees me see the river, knows i am a crazy son.

Longriver - South Texas Triangle

Earthly Temporal Beings At the Selena Memorial

Then there’s the afterparty where Dr. B and Michael the printer converse. She’s read Moby Dick five times and gives Brad an official creative license; It’s pink and the size of a business card. He immediately fills it out and places it in his wallet*  The next morning we go with the Astorian theatre troupe, Persona Non Grata, to La Chapala for another Mexican breakfast. Ryan and Cassie take us to Mustang Island and we swim at the beach. I follow Ryan three sandbars out, the water gets deep, then shallow, then deep again. Ahhh! What a treat to swim in December in Texas. Riley the dog digs in the sand to nowhere.  We bid farewell and take the SPID (South Padre Island Drive) to San Antonio. Meet up with my parents who have been having a retirees day on the riverwalk. We shower in their hotel room and we’re off to the Wolverton House where Hills Snyder is a co-proprietor. Hills Snyder’s Book of the Dead is something to behold. Actually it’s nothing to behold. It beholds you. Hills is awesome, a capital A artist, whatever that means.  We meet up with Jesse and Sarah la Puerta. We eat at the interior Mexican restaurant.  Back at the house, Boone Graham plays and I feel like a child. I am smiling. The news is there’s little baby worms hugging on carrot seeds. Then I pick, strum, sing.  We sell tapes and finish up the bottle of Tequila. There’s dancing by the piano. I play a little boogie.

We end up at the abandoned Hot Wells by the San Antonio river.  Justin Parr feeds us 2 am fajitas and we drink whiskey in glassblown vessels in his outdoor kitchen by his traincar home.  We set up camp in the second floor of the old ruins. The old resort had its hey day at the turn of the century…corsetts, horse and buggy, parlor guitars. In the 1980’s the Rolling Stones had a party in the baths…red corvettes, stilleto heels, dancehall reggae.  The ruins are haunted by playful ghosts.  While sleeping on the old dance floor, the night wind plays the reeds and you can feel a shadowy brushing of your shoulder.  We wake in the morning, bid farewell to the San Antonio river and grab an egg sandwich and an espresso from the coffee shop.

So, there’s my reading of this South Texas Triangle tour.  If you’ve heard the now unavailable cassette release “I See the River” that is another reading of this small Journey. Bradley Ray King still yet has another reading of the South Texas Triangle. Perhaps I can only tell a fingernails worth of the story. It’s maybe the absence of what I left out that you can feel. I’ve been on long trips with bands and spent weeks alone in the mountains. Days reliably coming and going. But there’s something about the threes, the triangles. It’s in the triad of picking, strumming, singing where the story is told. Maybe you can get at it from there. I do hear myself talking, and I can read these words as well. I feel something as you are reading this, but maybe the telling is for someone else. I can only say that if you are now reading this you have some trust in something.  I know it’s mere moments later and a few paragraphs of reading, but either way, it’s you who I consider my brother and sister.  If you skipped it all and are just reading this sentence only, then by sheer magic we are together again.

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Highway Hearts

Tony Presley of Real Live Tigers asks me a few questions for Highway Hearts.  Follow the link.

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Sold Out of Cassettes

I’ve sold out of the I See The River cassettes.  From the responses I’ve received, it seems clear to me that the album’s destiny is one of reissue on cassette vinyl, however that is now up to the forces behind the appearances.  warmly, DL

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I See The River Cassette

Here it is, friends. My cassette release: I See The River. I made 84 copies and now I have 10 left. I will sell up to 5 here at 7.25 postage paid. 30 minutes of music. I hope all is well with you.
David Longoria - I See The River

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