Psychics, seers, and intuitive mothers, gimme a call. Where are those lights?Read More
Listening to Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky’s The Nutcracker, which B and I saw earlier this week at Zoellner Art Center in Bethlehem. Pennsylvania Youth Ballet put on the show every year. So lovely. I cry every year. I love dance. I love ballet. Such talent and beauty.
Artist: DJ Shadow. Album: Endtroducing….. Year: 1996.
Some nostalgia. Some heavy nostalgia. I mean, heavy. Melancholy.
How did I survive all this - being suddenly ill in my early twenties?
People like my family and friends, particularly my immediate family who navigated the transitiions and paperwork, and also my bandmates, roommates, and handful of tight friends.
Photography, particularly the self expression it allowed.
And, music, particularly making music. The self expression, the pull to perform, and go go go.
My bandmate leaned in and whispered, “You know, they are calling you ‘the hot chic with the cane’”. He was referring to the members of a Midwestern noise band on the bill we were also playing. My mouth twisted. “Oh,” I said. I thought, “Ugh!” and “Great!” simultaneously.Read More
Jared and I were doing some long term planning tonight. In the office. Door closed. Beren was reading comics.
As we planned, I was remembering back to simpler days. No house. Just us. Two vehicles both dependably in disrepair. Simpler. I guess.Read More
Jared and I exchanged text messages - I encouraged Jared to enjoy the show and not worry about us (as best as a flip-phoner can text). I knew he'd be respectfully half-distracted as he wondered how we were doing. Navigating "taking turns" and remaining fair in family life is a big thing for us. I wanted to let him know I was happy, and especially happy if he was happy.Read More
Child of the 80s, that's what I am. I did half of the 70s, and then the 80s took me right up to the teen years. So, forgive me when I hum certain lyrics in certain situations.
I would certainly rather have some sage Buddhist wisdom come first.Read More
My love for international folk went on, as we searched for free concerts in every city we lived in and visited. And then was later supported when we lived in NYC and had access to the wonderful music collection at the New York Public Library for the Performing Arts. Those were some amazing stacks. A candy store. Oh, I do miss that library. We made friends with others who loved folk music, exploring together.Read More
Only Johnny Cash could pull off playing the song "San Quentin" twice to the audience of incarcerated men at that very prison. Only Johnny Cash could pull off putting that on a recording - the same song back to back - as on the top of side B. That's the Man in Black.Read More
Frank Talk About Humans by Men's Recovery Project marks my entry into the odder side of music. I still love this album. I saw MRP a few times live. It was a departure from standard hardcore and punk shows.Read More
I had two friends (men) who played instruments, actually played, in fact, one played acoustic guitar really well. Ranging from very pretty, very sweet to very intense stuff. Anyway, they liked me. I liked them. They liked that I didn't know how to play. We spent days and days in the basement or garage making noise. I played in many bands with those guys. Some lasted a month, some lasted years. ISCKYA and TENS Unit were the first two bands, inspired by that raw girl/boy revolutionary spirit of Huggy Bear.Read More
By the time I found Fugazi, I was also a burgeoning feminist (remember that egalitarian thing). Very few bands I knew of included women. I'd loved Blondie, Cyndi Lauper, and Madonna. However, there were no musicians I knew of that combined "in reach and therefore human and real seeming" (Cyndi is pretty damn real, though) with "woman".Read More
Appetite for Destruction was released the same year as INXS Kick, yesterday's album of the day, Kick is poppy, occasionally political, sometimes flirting with edgy sexuality. On the other hand, Appetite for Destruction is the opposite. Rough, fast, drug and alcohol inspired. It is well-titled.Read More
My INXS cassettes are long gone. Buried in a landfill, or incinerated to generate the power for some other musician to make an album. Thanks to subscription music, I can listen to Kick, which holds up. I blast the album. Just like the Nicene Creed, I know every word.Read More