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
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
The radio is awful. I could stop there, but I will go on.
I went on two car rides with nothing to listen to but a.) my thoughts or b.) the radio. I opted for the radio which I spend less time with than myself.
Radio is targeted towards several different groups (in alphabetical order so I appear to be unbiased):
People at work
People in far younger than me
People my age
People older than me
I'll stick with the "People my age" category. We get grunge and Fat Boy Slim. I am not nostalgic for high school days, nor college days.
Fat Boy Slim, yes, "Praise You" is pretty catchy. I like it partly because it is upbeat, and partly because the song reminds me of a talented and eccentric friend who was good at impressions of a few singers, including Fat Boy Slim and Michael McDonald.
Grunge. Not nostalgic for high school, so hearing grunge music does not do too much for me. But, my, my those City Gardens shows in Trenton. Nirvana, Mudhoney, 7 Seconds (not grunge, I know).
We had some good times, yeah?
I tend to be serious as h/ll when I write and make photographs. And then I often write about dancing and having fun and wanting to have more fun. So, here are two self-portraits of me happy, doing something I love earlier today.Read More
I have been lucky to find mentors throughout my life. Photography. Art. Education. Nature. Mothering. I am lucky they found me. Being a mentor is a risk, I suppose, like any relationship. Mentors and guides give their time and share their knowledge.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