If i could id much rather send a postcard and in another life i would pursue the fascination i have with cameras and film. Id travel the world, taking pictures of all things beautiful, in nothing but black and white film., with an old camera. For now i play music...all is chaotic and peacful. I just walked out of 23 and into 24, May 23rd to be exact. Last year was my golden birthday, 23 on the 23rd. I have a weird thing with 23, its everywhere, its hard to explain. I dont think ive ever been able to give a clear composed definition of how or why it is significantly important to me. But i understand...23...its just kinda everywhere...23 was a good year. Its when everything kinda took off, I signed with Virgin Records, i went to New York, i made a record. Ive been on tour for pretty much 10 months straight this year. Ive been to almost every state in the US minus, Alaska, Nebraska, Montana, North Dakota, South Dakota, Wyoming and Oklahoma..which i will be visiting later in September while on tour with Guster and Nada Surf. Ive been to Japan more than anywhere this year along with, Australia, Europe, New Zealand and Canada. Later in the year i will be visiting Singapore and Brazil, and hopefully a tour in England. I grew up in a town called Del Mar just North of San Diego. Personally, i think North County is one of San Diegos best kept secrets. I just moved out of my parents house, it was time for me to go find myself and for my parents to learn how to get along with no one else in the house but each other. They used to be strict...but, when i was in 6th grade i asked my dad if he would teach me how to surf. He agreed, my brother (7 years older, and my half) learned as well and my mom hopped on the band wagon shortly thereafter. My favorite family memory is one Christmas morning, a couple years back, we all woke up and instead of opening presents, we went surfing. The ocean looked like glass and air was cool and crisp. The only footprints in the sand were those of my family and I. I started playing music around 15, but it was on and off till i was 18 or so. I never knew real people could be those people you hear on the radio, or see singing on TV. I knew i liked to do it, i knew i had ADD and coudnt take lessons..i knew eventually id figure it out...but either way i didnt care, i just knew it was a good outlet for all those things you want to say when no one is around to listen. You can only talk to your Barbies for so long until you get pissed off becuase they never say anything back. So i locked myself in my room for a while, and when my mom asked What the hell have you been doing in there all this time?, I invited my parents to a show. Fast forward to days of community college, which was mostly schedules filled with electives like art history and painting class..i eventually found my way to the stage. My parents found themselves suggesting to their daughter that she take a break from school and go play music. With my parents blessing, off i went. I got some tattoos to match. My dad once said he wouldnt pay for my college if i got a tattoo..but once free from the sweet life of group projects, starbucks study sessions and scantron sheets..i got a couple..and just recently i got a new one that means 23 in Japanese. Its meaning: my record t w e n t y t h r e e , the year, the love of the number and my love for japan. Theyve been nothing short of amazing, gracious and supportive and bought 80,000 copies of t w e n t y t h r e e..its my favorite addition to me so far. Now on a plane, listening to Brett Dennen, im gonna have to replace this computer for a shrimp salad. Yep, i said shrimp salad..i finally have flown enough to get upgraded..which is nice...United is a great airline, except when they loose your luggage or give you a middle seat. Brett Dennen is my new favorite artist. Im still waiting for him to come pick up his bulk supply of triangles. I played a show with him once, but apparently i was too busy flirting with a guitar player to listen or remember for that matter. I dont think he will ever forgive me for not remembering..but like everything in life. Timing is everything and places are moments we just happen to be experiencing. I really must have been in a dedicated fluster of guitaristicness, cause it wasnt until Billz, my drumma, introduced me to his music, that it was on my radar. The way that Bretts music snuck up and tackeled me, just reinforces even more the way i feel about music. Its alot like love. Sometimes its love at first site and other times, it hits you when you least expect it (which is where im at now)...When i was 22 i discovered my love for Bjork, I remeber that damn video with the bear in the trees, i hated it. I was like 16, so it took 6 years for something to change in me to where i could finally appreciate the awesomeness that is Bjork. That kind of thing happens alot, whether its me with someone elses music, or someone else and my music. Its probably why i dont get down on myself when someone doesnt like my music, brushes it off, or thinks its crap. People will get it sooner or later..whether its in 3 days, 5 weeks or 10 years or never...either way, its all good. As long as i stay honest. It will reach who it needs to reach. So..now here, on this plane. Im going home for a couple weeks. Though its never good to be smitten at the airport leaving the apple of your eye, one of the suckiest feelings in the world and most inspiring at the same time...life is all about a time and place...we arent here to figure it out, just here to be open to it. These days i am all about learning, writing, asking myself, who i am? and what is the purpose for all this around me? how does it shape me? Bend or break me? What does it say about me? Oh what a hipocrisy! Didnt i just say we arent here to figure it out, just be open to it? Yep, that alone, says something right there about me..So anyways. This is me..Tristan Prettyman. Loving all things Marc Jacobs, James Perse and American Apparel. Equally loving my my patent leather high heels and black Sanuk flip flops. Loving my bracelet-like Nixon Watch and cozy Volcom T Shirts. Loving my Beach towel. Addicted to the wax and sand that gets stuck on and between my toes, carried up the stairs and somehow, over time, ends up in my bed. Love my Camry. Loving my veggies. Tomatoes, i could eat like an apple...Blueberries by the handful. Cucumbers with Hummus. Corn, steamed and stuck in your teeth. Avocados, guacamole or by the half with a spoon. Shrimp cold with cocktail sauce. Salmon w/ jasmine rice and green beans. Artichokes steamed for the hearts and the leftover water makes great tea! I love FOOD! Yum... Dont forget the Stella Artois...ok and the wine! I love to sleep with the windows open, i like to drive around and just think...I like to wake up really early and get coffee and go look at the waves. Its the best when its the middle of winter (California winter i might note..not really winter compared to places where you actually feel the seasons changing), when the air is cold, you can roll down the windows and put the heater on your feet. The best feeling in the world, is when you have long hair in the summer, and you duck dive under waves. My favorite smell is fresh laundry and clean air. And that scent your boyfriend leaves on your pillow. I like taking part in random acts of kindness and conducting positive energy to those around me. I take pride in striving towards being one of the best friends any of my friends will ever have. Taking care of family and friends come first, then myself, then music and my fans. I love living alone, its one of the best decisions i ever made for myself. Ive learned that a strong foundation is necassary in the attempt to live out your dreams. Everything in moderation. Honesty is always the best policy and patience is key. I have huge amounts of love and appreciation for the life i have been given. Thanks for reading all of this, its my attempt at a new and improved, updated journal-like biography. Right here right now. So much love. 8.29.06. Tuesday. 4:59 pm. TP