Here's an interview I did via email with Czech musician, writer, and thinker Pavla Jonssonova in 2004. The interview was published on the Tamizdat website. Tamizdat has long been dedicated to international culture - music, art, writing, theater - and enabling the travel and exchange of that creativity across international borders.Read More
Spent yesterday morning driving and talking with Jared about NYHC and punk in 1990s. His stories endlessly fascinate me. His life and times as a New York city kid -- so different than my 1990s. Parts of our 1990s intersect, and we ask each other: "Were you at the ABC show when so-and-so played?" or "Did you ever see Citizen Fish?" etc.Read More
I recently wrote my Curriculum vitae, a humorous one. It was interesting, insane. Many lives. So many ways they (I) all met, overlapped. One life connected to another by a job, a group of friends, a pair of shoes.Read More
I plugged the bass into the amp. "That thing is thankless," he said. We played around.
"I got nothing," Jared said.
"I have no soul with stringed instruments," I said. I wished that stringed instruments had one string.Read More
By day I slept. Deep and drugged feeling. Jared jostled me in the bed. I swatted him away. At night, I was awake and eaten by mosquitoes that flew in the window of the hostel. I was ready to leave.Read More
Not long after that time, I went to a show with a friend, Doug. I can't remember what band we were watching. They were catchy, though. I wore my deceased grandfather's straw cowboy hat. I turned to Doug, and said something like, "F/ck this. No one's dancing, but I am going to. I could be dead." He nodded.
I have been dancing, alone in crowds, since.Read More
I had wanted to write about Fred Cole on the full moon on January 1. He was the guitarist in a beloved band, Dead Moon. He was one half of my favorite rock n' rock couple, Fred and Toody Cole.Read More
Earphones were the worst. Regardless of the amount of money I spent on earphones, they always broke. I went to the dollar store in the Phillipsburg Mall for replacement earphones while they stocked them.Read More
January 27, 2018, Day 9 of 30 Day Music Challenge
All I can hear are the sounds of my bones rattling around. That is my music.
Two days of spirit sister time. Listening to stories. Gathering together and taking time to listen and speak and to be heard. Sisters, wherever you are right now, I hope you can hear this song that another sister taught me:
Earth my body
Water my blood
Air my breath
And fire my spirit
New Brunswick, New Jersey, Autumn 2000. My roommates at the time were three guys. They were three really cool guys (and I mean it, despite what follows) – one was an alcoholic who was an excellent cook, another was a moderate drinker and a great keyboardist and lyricist, and another was a completely sober graphic designer. We went regularly to McCormick’s Pub, which we called McDrunk’s.Read More
A couple men have asked me, "Why are you so angry?" One went on to philosophize, "All things change. Things will change." It was some new age crap without any perspective on human rights.
I have not seen too much good - at least not enough good - come since the dawning of the Age of Aquarius, and believe me, I am an optimist and a fool. I am waiting for the signs to align in the Temple of Doom. I am.Read More
Signs of advancing age:
Wrinkles - Yes
Grey Hairs - Yes
Creaking Joints - Yes
Enjoying Flavors of Ice Cream Other Than Chocolate - Yes
Hearing Eric Clapton's "Wonderful Tonight" and Thinking, You Know, That's Kind of Nice - Yes