When we went back to Mexico in 2022, we didn't know where we were going to end up. One week after crossing the border, we moved into a house near San Miguel de Allende that wasn't listed on any platforms of any kind, based purely on the recommendation of the owner of the hotel we were staying in. We stayed there for 2 years. I never signed anything, was never given a receipt for any of my payments, and never had any problems of any kind (well, no serious problems). It was an act of God, and wouldn't have happened if we'd stayed in the US, wondering what was going to happen.
Having been back in the US for 15 months, I find that we're there again. This isn't going anywhere, there's nowhere to go, and I've been everywhere from Arizona to Ohio, Georgia, Colorado, New Mexico, and all over Texas, driving in circles looking for nothing more than a place to keep Louie The Road Cat so I can start playing again. After 15 months, I have to say, I don't care anymore. I'm actually opposed to playing here at this point. The hint has been taken. So we're outta here. The only question is...
Will we find loyalty, or lead?
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This will be the 3rd attempt at American Migrant, the Rock & Roll road movie with heart, and this time it's not optional. I can't sit here in the woods/desert/moon anymore, doing nothing. The van is legal, but falling apart, and it drives like a wet horse on a road made of overcooked spaghetti. It's time to go.
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I will be looking for at least one person, maybe 2 or 3, to act as a film crew, but will not hesitate to force myself into TRAVEL CONTENT CREATOR mode on Patreon, and leave it at that; any movie that results may just be an edited version of the Patreon videos. One thing is clear: Nothing is happening here. It's time to get out.
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It remains to be seen exactly what will transpire enroute to the border, but the initial idea is to play one final show on the moon, a last hurrah for life, before heading to LA to sell the van, perhaps do another small, intimate, and largely unrehearsed show somewhere, and then crossing the border at Tijuana, planting sunbeams in the seedy streets before catching the slow train to La Paz, the low boat to Mazatlán, and taking Louie The Road Cat to Buenos Aires via Oaxaca on the rooster bus. The Mexican bus full of chickens and citrus dust. Stopping wherever, to do whatever, for however long, who cares. Charities, churches, narco checkpoints, whatever. Anything but sitting in the wilderness, watching the sun limp across the sky like a wounded frog. I would never have come back to the US if not for Louie, but we're at the point where it might actually be best for us to just let God open the unlisted doors as we walk through the underwater fire. There's nothing to do here. We would have done it by now. Apparently, it isn't going to happen.
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I will be in touch more often in coming weeks; any film people you know, ambitious kids with nothing to lose and no commitments back home, tell them to hit me up. It will be a great trip.
Thank you,
NP
American Migrant 3: Mexico Is My Alaska
American Migrant is the title of an EPIC ARTHOUSE ROAD MOVIE, charting the journey of an American Rock & Roll singer from Southwestern Colorado to L.A., the Mexican border, and all the primal desert beyond the wire.
It will be a handheld epic, like a punk-rock Lawrence of Arabia, Grizzly Man meets Into The Wild, except with a happy ending, or the first scenes of No Country For Old Men, sweeping in its hi-def, Mexican desert vastness. Dr. Zhivago, speaking gringo Spanish in the sun. But it will also have an arthouse vibe, like a gritty film made by lo-fi people from New York. The Good, The Bad, & The Ugly, for musicians.
Or maybe Tetro, in posthumous color.
Will our frazzled hero travel beyond the bird's nest of barbed wire? Will he make it through the narcobloqueos and the Soviet-Aztec police checkpoints, and into the arid cactus heavens? Will he bribe his way through the narco ghosts of Mexico?
Or will he consume the dust of scorpions and thieves?
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