The keyboard was intended for my brother-in-law, a scholar in literature of the distant past. He would have played lush classical pieces on the keys. Instead, The Fates sent this keyboard into my more humble and rough hands, from which I delivered it unto the Hell of instruments, The Attic. There, it remained, uncovered, wrapped only in its power supply cord, which Jared had purchased to save on batteries that otherwise powered this keyboard.Read More
Then, Jared puts on the Sticky Fingers album by the Rolling Stones. After “Wild Horses”, Jared asks me what cheerful music we could listen to.
““Walking on Sunshine” by Katrina and the Waves?” I ask.
“Huh?” Jared replies.
“I’m walkin’ on sunshine, whoa oh. I’m walkin’ on sunshine…” I sing.
“Oh, yeah. Like that, but something else,” he says.Read More
Clarkston, Michigan was a mostly middle class and upper middle class suburb. Jared and I were by no means either. Our privilege was whiteness, if that, because our whiteness was at least partly shadowed by our shabbiness and what might be called “artiness”, “bohemian air” or “punkishness”, and likely all three.Read More
A song I love is “The Passenger” by Iggy Pop.
I was a toddler when this song came out in 1977 on the album Lust for Life. Jangly, fitful, somewhat awkward guitar line over and over. Simple percussion. David Bowie and Iggy singing “La la la la la la la la.” Beautiful and wild!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