beautiful. thanks. proof that there’s no such thing as isolation in a caring place
— ../westy (@westyreflector) January 3, 2021
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beautiful. thanks. proof that there’s no such thing as isolation in a caring place
— ../westy (@westyreflector) January 3, 2021
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Zero. So wild how Denise still resonates. Would be great to see again. I don’t recall getting sent a crew copy, but I’ll check when back in NYC this wk.
btw, all interior apt sets (& prod office) were in a palatial brownstone on 70th St & Madison Av
— ../westy (@westyreflector) January 3, 2021
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“What are you staring at?”
“What are *you* staring at?”
“You stared first.”
“No, you stared at me.”
“Just stop.”
“You stop.”
“Don’t start.”
“You.” pic.twitter.com/fgsnccZsNj— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 28, 2020
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20201224.0959
abandoned object: The Book of The Courtiers – Castiglione
“Perhaps the most representative book of the Renaissance, it is a compendium of manners and ideals written by one who himself came near to the Renaissance ideals of the perfect courtier and the complete man.” pic.twitter.com/H3P0U5CbLV— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 26, 2020
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🎼: “Funny (How Time Slips Away)” – Elvis Presley // words + music by Willie Nelson pic.twitter.com/wENbQLDVTQ
— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 21, 2020
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Rediscovered Time Zero in a June “unreleased 2010s” drafts folder clean-out. By Fall, the track became what I most played to myself to extend thoughts of a quiet future on disarrayed days. https://t.co/ypjNWAfIJF
— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 21, 2020
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“I have ascended the Stump Throne of the Longest Meadow, in the white squall, as foretold by the Oracle of BooBoo. The Kingdom of Prospect is now mine!”
“This is a public park, Kid.”
“Yes, it’s the park of my public.”
“That-“
“Silence! Or suffer 2 licks of the flagpole!” pic.twitter.com/vn9YgHA1D3— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 18, 2020
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No worries. Archived on the app. Enjoy wherever the day takes you!
— ../westy (@westyreflector) August 30, 2020
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Thanks to everyone who tuned in to last night’s show, and to @limelightmusic.live for making it happen. Going live again today at 3:00(GMT-4), for some easy breezy sunday afternoon pleasure. A residency in your own residence is just so now. :^D
📷: @catmthomas
— ../westy (@westyreflector) August 30, 2020
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Tune in and drop out with me live tonight at 7:30 and tomorrow at 3:00 on @limelightmusic.live. Congrats on their official app store launch this weekend. Limes for all!
— ../westy (@westyreflector) August 29, 2020
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Stationary Chevy update: No longer still.
After 33 months in the same spot on our block, gone baby gone. We got DUB’s story, tho, from the owner, an FDNY EMT on a mission to recreate Alonzo Harris’s 1979 Monte Carlo in Training Day.
[CASE CLOSED]https://t.co/pMolyNKFvC
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Turning a fringe into a fractal of overall dissent is the easiest (and laziest) way out of any “political problem.”
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Sold as means to stop “violence” and restore “peace,” curfews for adults, in practice, amplify the violent to silence the peaceful.
They are always win-win for Authority™️, b/c the most peaceful dissent is always the most threatening.
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stationary chevy update: still stationary // month: 32 pic.twitter.com/bb1uoGLhot
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the May update w/ visual confirmation to come in the next 48 hrs. Suffice to say, still stationary. pic.twitter.com/6qQ8F9T318
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@catmthomas thanks for the adventure of a lifetime
2000.05.28
👰 🎩
🌊: @castlehillinn
📷: @squirefox pic.twitter.com/ylgL8wzWI1— ../westy (@westyreflector) May 28, 2020
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hey mom hug you next year maybe pic.twitter.com/uaNi8EukgY
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“Garçon!” Luna clapped. “Garçon!”
“Me?” I asked.
“Do you see any other waiters here?”
“No.”
“Well then. This La Boutanche Gamay is NOT at cellar temperature.”
“May I offer you a free snausage?”
“Sure. But I won’t forget this egregious oenophillic infraction!”
“Right away, Madam.”
May 06, 2020 at 05:36PM
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Timeless style doesn't mean the old jeans still fit. It means today you know who you are.
— ../westy (@westyreflector) December 17, 2019
December 17, 2019 at 08:03AM
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under the cold and darkly sky / you trip the light and go…
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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