Posts Tagged ‘music’

~je pense donc je suis~

Monday, February 4th, 2008

The soothing German voice of the navigation system of Christian’s Porsche layered over the angst-ridden oh-so-American yowling of The White Stripes as we roared through our personal mountain range, the Jura. The morning’s snow looked lovely balancing on the pine branches as we whizzed past. We were heading to Lausanne, but the truth is we […]

~honour thy error as a hidden intention~

Saturday, November 10th, 2007

This weekend we went upstate to pick up a ancient oak desk chair I found on craigslist as an early Christmas gift for Ali, so we decided to go to the Storm King Art Center . It’s a whole lotta land with a whole lotta sculpture. Richard Serra’s stuff was great and organic as usual. […]

~the girl i knew would see right through you~

Saturday, August 11th, 2007

I don’t believe I’ve mentioned how much I love Jon Brion, well I do. The story goes that Ali and I had his solo album Meaningless and a couple of his soundtracks–Magnolia, Punch-Drunk Love, Eternal Sunshine–and pretty much he could do no wrong around these parts. Actually the story goes back to New Year’s Day […]

~a love supreme~

Monday, April 9th, 2007

The first chunk of A Love Supreme comes through the tinny car speaker. I lean back and let it slide over me. We are driving upstate for an Easter egg hunt and brunch, to hangout with Germans, fags, dogs and the women who love them. Ali has been teasing me all weekend about being a […]

~blush & knock your knees~

Wednesday, March 7th, 2007

When a favorite singer/songwriter/all-around rockin chick Kristin Hersh (of Throwing Muses and 50 Foot Wave) hosted a contest which involved making a 30-45 second video for one of her songs, I had to take the opportunity to pay homage to someone whose music has been a soundtrack for my creative noodling for so long. (who […]

~opá! opá!~

Friday, January 5th, 2007

This week I taught a class in forensic analysis of surveillance videos. All my media involved people in ski masks robbing banks. The class was for the Transit Authority on Randall’s Island and to get there I left my house before the sun came up. Randall’s Island is on the East River between Manhattan and […]

~with my memories, i’ve lit a fire~

Saturday, October 7th, 2006

Tonight we went to The Moth story series at the NYPL. People, writers, some famous, some not, get up and tell stories grouped loosely by theme. This time everyone had been a guest at Yaddo, an artist’s residency in Saratoga Springs, and were there to dish the dirt. A few days earlier this week I […]

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