spaced out journal

[img] March 11, 2020 at 06:46PM

‪“You know I was always thinking this bull would turn into a bear because of old Donnie-Boy, so I’ve been holding onto my shorts. Hoo boy, have I been wrong! But now looks like I’m gonna be right. This virus’s gonna make me a killing…”‬
‪#sidewalksnippet ‬
March 11, 2020 at 06:46PM

[img] March 06, 2020 at 06:42PM

“Still, there’s no harm in putting a full stop to one’s disagreeable thoughts by looking at a mark on the wall.” // Virginia Woolf (1921)

So, on paper, to my quirky ears, quarantine always sounded worthwhile, every once in a while, pandemic shmandenic.
March 06, 2020 at 06:42PM

[img] February 11, 2020 at 02:53PM

“Why is nature so squishy?!” Luna cried, shaking a wet leaf off her paw. “Sgreamhail!”
“Aw, it’s just Earth reminiscing about its childhood of primordial goo.”
“Well, it’s cold, wet, mushy, ew, ew, EW!”
“But you’re an animal-“
“Domesticated animal! Just like you.”
“Fair enough.”
February 11, 2020 at 02:53PM

[img] January 29, 2020 at 05:13PM

“Are there really dogs in NYC who get out more than some people?” Luna wondered.
“Sad,” I said, “but true.”
“Are those the people who watch daytime TV news?”
“Perhaps. For some, TV is a best friend.”
“Get a dog!”
“Some do.”
“Oh man,” she sighed. “Let’s keep going.”
“Sure, Kid.”
January 29, 2020 at 05:13PM

[img] January 13, 2020 at 04:21PM

“Dude,” said Luna. “Rager last night! Look at all that shotgunned Claw.”
“I don’t know, Kid,” I said. “Toddler seating and empty Claw cans just seems weird.”
“Aw, fattyoldfatfat forgot how to par-tay?!”
“Like you’d know-“
“Ain’t no laws with Claws, Beeatch!”
“Ok, let’s move.”
January 13, 2020 at 04:21PM

[img] December 22, 2019 at 05:54PM

One big perk of sharing life w/ the greatest living Costume Designer @catmthomas: In IRL, I get to don the literal coats of some of iconic film & tv characters. Congrats the the #mrrobot creative team on the finale 2nite of one of best TV shows ever. // cc: @samesmail @regattadeblanc #todcampbell
December 22, 2019 at 05:54PM

[img] December 22, 2019 at 09:06AM

“Is New Years a sunset or a sunrise?” Luna wondered.
“Depends,” I said, “on the year you had.”
“Hello, McFly? Absolute time is soo last year. I’m talking curves and spirals, you know, like, space-time? Duh. Relativity says-“
“Ok, Princess Particle.”
“Pfft, Basic Biff.”
December 22, 2019 at 09:06AM

[vid] riding the F riding waves

Sunset F-Train ride last week, out and back over the Culver Viaduct, the highest point in the NYC Subway system. The soundtrack is my riding waves [disquiet066], recorded in 2012 as a posthumous duet with late-musician Jeffrey Melton, better known as nofi.

🎼: riding waves [disquiet0066] off 2013’s transient lines:

[words] rip, ric

under the cold and darkly sky / you trip the light and go…

[medium mirror]

the cars were my fav growing up. their records and lateral solo projects not only will come with me to any desert island, they are my desert island — if i had to choose an island.

ric ocasek catalysed my adolescent desire and urgency to play the electric guitar and to write songs. all-lowercase, overdriven-jangle, and quirky-jerk, ocasek was also endearing, intelligent, and accessible. the cars became my crash course in how to bring depth to “disposable” music; that is, how melody married to meaning could still court the coolest girl in class.

more importantly over the long-arc of my teenage daydreams, some of which linger to this day, their music spoked out innumerable adventures in sonic discovery. riding with the cars, in the backseat i found (among many more) roxy music, david bowie, and t-rex; in the side-view there was robert fripp, steve reich, and john cage; passenger side would find buddy holly, the byrds, and tom petty; and in the way-way-back, crouched flat out of sight of the driver, there were new order, blondie, suicide, the cure, and eventually the ramones, the replacements, and much of what i’ve loved since.

the early 80s was still a world where intelligence and cool were a tough tightrope walk. ocasek and the cars hovered over it all, saying, “c’mon, man, the fringe is the cool. one foot in, one foot out — that fine line — that’s the place to be.”…


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