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Highway Chile – The Ride: Forest Gypsies

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Straight out of the blue, while in some random campground…

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…within Jackson State Forest, I ran into a guild of gypsies making their way down from the recent rainbow gathering in Oregon; a festival filled with all sorts of varying creatures and just about every drug under the sun, someone might have mentioned music… but you’re not going for that reason, I know.

From giant jars of potent flowers, fire spinning , to hula hoops, and enough of everyone’s best friend Lucy to supply a family, these cats had all the goodies for the carnival. More accurately they ran into me; as the only two groups in the campsite, them arriving only minutes after me, I invited them over to my site by the creek in efforts to share the good times and make some crazy memories.

The guild: Amber, Rabbit, Hatter, Nacho, and their doggy have managed to spange, trade, and voyage across the country in a magical Subaru from Maine. Along the way they have been “using their magic, aggressively, to spread peace and positivity” to those they encounter. We traded a few items, exchanged knowledge and they sent me off with gifts of protection as well as positive vibes.

– Highway Chile

Straight out of the blue, while in some random campground within Jackson State Forest, I ran into a guild of gypsies making their way down from the recent rainbow gathering in Oregon; a festival filled with all sorts of varying creatures and just about every drug under the sun, someone might have mentioned music… but you’re not going for that reason, I know.

From giant jars of potent flowers, fire spinning , to hula hoops, and enough of everyone’s best friend Lucy to supply a family, these cats had all the goodies for the carnival. More accurately they ran into me; as the only two groups in the campsite, them arriving only minutes after me, I invited them over to my site by the creek in efforts to share the good times and make some crazy memories.

The guild: Amber, Rabbit, Hatter, Nacho, and their doggy have managed to spange, trade, and voyage across the country in a magical Subaru from Maine. Along the way they have been “using their magic, aggressively, to spread peace and positivity” to those they encounter. We traded a few items, exchanged knowledge and they sent me off with gifts of protection as well as positive vibes.

– Highway Chile

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Highway Chile – The Ride: Ride, Forest! Ride!

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Someone should have told him there was a better way… poor little fool. “DAMN YOU, JENNY.”

– Highway Chile

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Running In Colors

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A track from the beginning. There were no signs or parking lots, just a clear path to the ocean. The road is out.

On the way out to the west coast from my life in the midwest, I met a guy out in Utah through a couch surfing stay. We talked, and he told me his friend was a video producer that had recently gone viral. Throughout this amazing stay, we discussed a collaboration and it immediately went underway. After producing music for a couple different videos, we finally made Running in Colors. The irony of leaving my home versus finding myself in a new way was inspiring and fueled my passion for years to come.

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A track from the beginning. There were no signs or parking lots, just a clear path to the ocean. The road is out.

On the way out to the west coast from my life in the midwest, I met a guy out in Utah through a couch surfing stay. We talked, and he told me his friend was a video producer that had recently gone viral. Throughout this amazing stay, we discussed a collaboration and it immediately went underway. After producing music for a couple different videos, we finally made Running in Colors. The irony of leaving my home versus finding myself in a new way was inspiring and fueled my passion for years to come.

Geometry

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Highway Chile – The Ride: Into the Mystic

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Upon leaving Boylan’s shop, the boys sent me off with a pull of our good ol’ friend Jimmy Bean. Easy Rider, only were doin’ it right this time. It’s late… 9pm or so, dark, but I’m still heading out to SLO to rendezvous with Andrew, Mariah and Dylan. I’ll get there at 3:30am roughly and piss off all the neighbors on the way in, sorry folks. Not sorry. Midnight rider, off into the void, gone like dust in the wind. Stay breezy Huntington. Sunset, stay small. I’ll see ya on the other side of this wild ride.

– Highway Chile

Upon leaving Boylan’s shop, the boys…

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…sent me off with a pull of our good ol’ friend Jimmy Bean. Easy Rider, only were doin’ it right this time. It’s late… 9pm or so, dark, but I’m still heading out to SLO to rendezvous with Andrew, Mariah and Dylan. I’ll get there at 3:30am roughly and piss off all the neighbors on the way in, sorry folks. Not sorry. Midnight rider, off into the void, gone like dust in the wind. Stay breezy Huntington. Sunset, stay small. I’ll see ya on the other side of this wild ride.

– Highway Chile

Highway Chile – The Ride: Sleeping Like a Dog

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It’s the second night I’ve slept on Sonny’s porch, outside, with Phoenix the pit bull Labrador mix. She’s my new pal visa-versa. It amuses me how when I’m here she refuses to go inside – were a couple dirty dogs, why would we want to do such a thing after all. I sometimes feel lonely with everyone inside coupled up and bubbled in from the elements. But hell, although at times I feel this way I am satisfied to know that I will always wake with myself, the sun included. That for me is enough to smile, the love for myself keeps me going while the road guides my way. Here I come N.A.

– Highway Chile

It’s the second night I’ve slept on Sonny’s porch…

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…outside, with Phoenix the pit bull Labrador mix. She’s my new pal visa-versa. It amuses me how when I’m here she refuses to go inside – were a couple dirty dogs, why would we want to do such a thing after all. I sometimes feel lonely with everyone inside coupled up and bubbled in from the elements. But hell, although at times I feel this way I am satisfied to know that I will always wake with myself, the sun included. That for me is enough to smile, the love for myself keeps me going while the road guides my way. Here I come N.A.

– Highway Chile

Barely Exist

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I get my vitamins through the guitar strings. Fuck injections. Also, when someone forces you to make a slick recording, go in the other room with a cheap microphone and record your own version behind the blood-sucker’s back.

I get my vitamins through the guitar strings. Fuck…

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…injections. Also, when someone forces you to make a slick recording, go in the other room with a cheap microphone and record your own version behind the blood-sucker’s back.

Mortar and Stone

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I met a girl on the beach one day, like a breeze was swept my way. And although the air was filth – although my eyes were filled with sand – I let her in to stay. Still, I let her in.

So I used the sand to build a wall. A beautiful, giant wall. It towers high above – it towers high above them all. I am safe behind this wall. I can’t see over this wall.

For years, I’ve waited here alone behind mortar and stone. I count the steps that I can’t take. So I sit alone and wait. So how could she love me? I don’t even love me.

I want to break all of the walls that I have built around myself. Let all the people in that I have kept out and breathe again.

I met a girl on the beach one day, like a breeze was swept my way. And although…

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I met a girl on the beach one day, like a breeze was swept my way. And although the air was filth – although my eyes were filled with sand – I let her in to stay. Still, I let her in.

So I used the sand to build a wall. A beautiful, giant wall. It towers high above – it towers high above them all. I am safe behind this wall. I can’t see over this wall.

For years, I’ve waited here alone behind mortar and stone. I count the steps that I can’t take. So I sit alone and wait. So how could she love me? I don’t even love me.

I want to break all of the walls that I have built around myself. Let all the people in that I have kept out and breathe again.

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