re: stein valley again.

hello lovers,

well, what a month and a half it's been. i'm extremely exhausted, but each day brings a new adventure and so i must go for it. 

below is the remaining building from st. george's residential school in lytton, bc, or rather, in the heart of N'laka pamux territory, the bastards put these buildings in the heart of every territory, making a loud statement. we are here to destroy you fucken indians. little did the arrogant bastards know that we would outpace, outlive, and survive and thrive beyond their cold, icy death grip. 

the church is intimidating. imagine how much it must have been for the kids that went there? my mother and father went there. what a fucked up place. it seethed evil. all the windows were smashed out. and board up obviously. my friend cease and i went there, and we walked around taking photos while i blabbed about the place and we went up those stair in the back to a pair of red doors. i pushed on them and knew instantly i could have gave it a good push one hard kick and gotten into that building. 

but, a cooler head prevailed and given the fact i had to pick up my kids later that day, i didn't want to be releasing anything unto me or the world. who knows how many spirits are locked up in that fucking building. the photo inside the church, which was creepy enough, was taken in the hole where the doorknob once was. i wanted to smash this building, to burn it down, to laugh as i was doing it, but i used every bit of strength i had and didn't. 

the other photos are from in and around lytton, bc. 

i realized on this trip that n'kemcin, really meant, where my rivers mix, or kumcheen. and kevin loring turned it into a play, called, "where the blood mixes." 

i also got to hang out with kevin and renae morrisseau, as well as ronnie dean harris during this trip, which i think was a long time coming. it was a intense trip, one i needed to make. 

until next time lovers,

build the flames ever higher, don't be afraid of hell, hate, love or death. life is too short.

cb

re: the oh my god particle.

hello friends, fans, freaks and lovers,

here is the god particle. kinda busy the next couple days. if the art slacks. i apologize. haha.

enjoy.

cb

re: chris bose cards.

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

i bring you two chris bose cards. decide which is your favourite and do let me know. 

this chris bose, is my great, great grand father. i might have missed a great in there. anyway, he died in belgium in 1916 after surviving about 7 months in world war I. his monthly salary was $15. to join the army he had to surrender his rights as an aboriginal person in canada. no title. no land. no language. no culture. just to die for queen and country. i'm sure he thought it was important and he was making a difference somehow. i often wonder what this young, brave man would think of his great, great grandson chris bose. me. 

until next time lovers,

chris bose III. 

re: pentagram nuns!

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

a quick post, be back later to talk more!


cb

re: mother mary......

hello friends, fans, foe, and lovers,

i bring you thee mother mary and some stained glass from the church of jesus coyote.

can't have one without the other!

until next time,


cb

re: liquor.

hello friends, fans, foe, lovers and leavers,

how's it going? i'm well. really well. just found out i've got another book deal. my next book, 212 pages of short stories, non-fiction and pomes should be out in 2014. i love planning ahead, and a book deal always does that for me. now i've got to figure out a few things and how to kick this years ass to really open the doors for next year.

i finally just finished reading that book by Kirk Hammett, "Too Much Horror Business," and found it to be a fun read, good interviews, insight into the world of collectors, and amazing collection of horror art, memorabilia and props. my son picked it up and started reading it, and kept saying, "COOOOOL!" which made me happy.

a long time ago, i used to be a comic and action figure collector, and sadly "outgrew" that phase, rather, was told/nagged by various girlfriends to grow up, and "act my age," and like an idiot, i listened to them. fortunately, i did out grow them, and now when i see them, they're either fat and miserable with 5 kids, or super hot, haggard and miserable, with 1 or 2 kids and an awesome cocktail and martini problem. either way, i outgrew them and am getting back into the things i love. music, art, movies, comics and books in general. i do what i want and am wasting no more time because life is far too short. i'm realizing that if i had stuck to my guns, goals and ideals, i'd be where i am now, but twenty years ago. fuck.

so, the moral of the story? stick to the plan man. or woman. stick to the plan. hahaha.

in the meantime, enjoy yourself and this image,

cb

re: one more new piece of a.........art.......

hello sinners, winners, freaks and lovers,

i was going to try to break 250 posts on my blog this year, but realized, that was too goddamn ambitious, and not realistic.

plus, i needed a break, my brain can only handle so much shit and abuse. i've been busting my ass since march of this year on the road, and it ain't easy! sure, some people think being an artist is a piece of cake, sitting in your lonely tower, creating new stuff for the world. but it ain't like that at all. there's about 30,000 km worth of hustle each year that goes into being a "professional" artist and that's a lot of cross country trips and airports and layovers and skybars and workshops and exhibitions and meet and greets and art juries and satanic presentations and festivals and conferences and interviews and whatever over and over again until you really puke your guts out. at least 150 times a year. no shit. really. it's just that simple.

AND THEN, you have to be ON every single fucking time. because god forbid, that if you are not ON that one time, people will totally shit talk you, blacklist you, blackmail you and treat like you are an intestinal parasite. because they are not out there on the road slogging it out like you and don't know what it's like crisscrossing the country like you do to pay the bills on top of everything else you do like being a mentor, a community leader, a father and so on.

anyway, i digress, and what i meant to say, is i've got some more new art for you, and new music coming soon, so enjoy! dig in! feast your eyes!

until next time lovers, sinners, and winners,


cb.

re: a new film

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

here is an electric guitar video for you. 

try not to pee your pants.

adios,

until next time lovers,


cb

re: moments between salvation and hell.

hello friends, fans, foe and lovers,

one more video before i get some rest. the kids must go to school and i must pretend i fit in this stupid game one more day.

even though i may bitch about it, i'm happiest on the road. if i can't see my kids every day, then i would rather be touring every day and seeing them every two weeks.

it beats sitting around tearing yourself apart in between those moments of salvation and hell.

until next time lovers,


cb
ps: dig my "O" faces in this video or what? hahahahah! heavy riffs, i shit them out. like a riff junkie. haha.

re: oldie but a goodie of a film......

hello friends, fans, foe, lovers and supporters.....

here's an old film i found amidst a stack of old storage drives.......geez, i think this is about seven years old?

anyway, dig it and i'll be back soon with some new art or something......

hugs,



mr. bose.

this just some of a lot of touring, when i was on my own and younger and greener than now......old, jaded fart.........haha! kidding!

my first national tours as a solo artist, filmmaker, author and some time musician......when the gig or someone called for it.......i remember the "e-meter" guy was in toronto at the scientology building on yonge street......ten or twelve story building full of people being broken down into little bits and being built in the image of L. Ron Hubbard. nutbar. whatever.

last fall some time, i did a tremendous amount of flying back and forth across the country, and invariably, i got to sit beside a lot of people, some cool, some not, some fun, some weird, and sometimes, airline pilots......who i asked how often do they fly, and then they told me the safe, allowable amount of time you should fly, compared to what i was doing, because apparently when you spend about 15 days in the sky a month, you are exposed to more radiation than normal, you should stay on the ground for a while. this means it is not safe. and plus, stewards and stewardesses begin to remember you, and give you that look and say to you, "oh, you again....." causing you to cringe and try to recall what the hell you did 40,000 feet above the ground at a skybar.........or what have ye.....

i mean, this was at a time when i spending about 40 hours a week on a jet going to places.......it's okay if i never have any more kids, coz i've got five, at least, so what the hell....?

and i still fall under the emerging artist category for grants! ha ha!

anyway, much love, i miss you lots and will write many love letters while we wait to see one another,

hugs and kisses,


cb

re: dreams of death........

i've been having really weird dreams lately, about my death, about underground water chambers and streams and the sky cracking open........

cb

re: had enough........

as

i've been on the road a couple weeks solid, it's been great, i love it........the above photo was when i got home, and the art is stuff i did while i was on the road at Sakewewak in Regina........

tying up some loose ends and getting ready to head out for another two weeks, this time to Galiano Island to do some stuff at the GIFTS film school......always excited to go there, one of my fave places to be.......

in some ways i've had enough of the status quo, and i've had some good opportunities to meet really cool people on the road, see other inspiring art and film, and i've come to realize that my art and ideas are received a little better in other places than home......go figure ha ha!!

anyways, in november i'll be in prince george the first week, at the UNBC literary festival, and in vancity a couple times this month and next.......after that, i don't know what's up......

until next time friends, fans, foe, lovers and the like,

cheers,


chris bose.

re: sweet goodbyes are my favourite....

i love it when love goes sour, and the messages are pained and it feels like hell.....those are the great days.......


cb

The crow is at my lips......

The flood and the fire are true:

The bone and the gristle are true

The snake and the bite are true

The corpse and the stench are true

The homeless and the poverty are true

The knife and the meat are true

The flawed and forgotten are true

The lover and the baby are true

The street and the exhaust are true

The smoke and the sewers are true

The sunset and the night are true

The moon and the lovers are true

The blood and the blade are true

The planes and the ground are true

The thunder and the lightning are true

The pawnshops and the hunger are true

The addictions and alcohol are true

The need and bills are true

The struggle and hope are true

The family and the love were true

But I lost my way

And in turn

Lost them

And now I struggle through it all

To find my way back

To a beginning without them

At the end of the day

It’s not how you died

But how you lived

And what you have left behind

For the ones

You loved.

 

The crow is at my lips:

The snake is in my bones

The worms dig inside of me

The eyes were the first to go

Live with her a few months

You’ll know the longest days of your life

I loved her though

Enough to have three kids

Car payments, rent, bills, and the noise

Something was wrong inside her

It was like being in a drunken boat

Never knowing which way it was going

How long it would last this time

Before the next break up

Towards the end there she got good

Knives would unfurl from her tongue

Blades would sing by my head

She said I was just like my mother

She really knew how to hurt a guy

I ran for the door

The crow was at my lips

The snake inside my bones

I thought of our children

But knew I had to escape

Even for just a little while

Until she cooled off

Until she made sense

But that didn’t happen

Another guy happened

But that’s okay now

She’s his problem now

And I just want to see our kids

There’s no going back

She’ll probably end up knocked up again

I know her routines

She is so lost

And has no family

It is painful to watch her

I know her addictions

I don’t know her plans

Just as long as she doesn’t drag

The kids through hell

The crow is at my lips

The snake inside my skull

I am a lonely night

Full of people wanting to die

Wanting to live

Wanting a way out

But not willing to work for it

I am the curse on her lips

The drag of her cigarette

The glimmer in her eyes

As he mounts her from behind

And slowly slips it inside her.

 

This is as real as it gets:

The cold sea wind on my face

The water crashing against the shore

The dark sky above

The tattered sails as we push towards land

The thunder booming loud and hungry

The beer and wine were green and lousy

I think back to shore leave and

The young deck hand

With some whore in his arms (strangely, she looked like my ex)

As he worked it in and out

And she moaned and her red hair tossed

And flowed

That smile on his face

That malice in his eyes

Feral and hungry

I couldn’t take it

I smashed everything

Took a box of memories to mail back

The boat heaves

The hull groans

The captain is down

And its just me and the deck hand

And I’ll make sure only one of us

Makes it to shore.