Month: December 2019

[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 band growing up. in my high-wire suburban teenage days, their records and lateral solo projects not only were desert island discs, they were my desert island.

the band (driven by ric ocasek’s all-lowercase, overdriven-jangle, and quirky-jerk writing) catalysed my adolescent desire and urgency to learn guitar and to write songs. the whole thing was just endearing, intelligent, and accessible – the good life, a dream away, if there ever was one.

the cars became my crash course in how to bring depth to “disposable” music; that is, how melody married to meaning can court the coolest girls in class.

more importantly over the long-arc of teenage daydreams, some of which linger to this day every time i write and perform, their music spoked out into innumerable other great bands and writers. riding with the cars, in the backseat i discovered roxy music, david bowie, and t-rex; in the side-view mirrors there were robert fripp, steve reich, and john cage; in the passenger seat rode 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 came to love.

the early 80s was still a world where “intelligent 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.”

i’m the american misfit kid / still wondering what i did / i’m on the inside, taking a fast ride…

throughout my songwriting life, co-opting the band’s icy reserve, black leather smirk, and reverence for poetic-yet-stuctured rock ’n roll let me embrace any style without care or ambition in my own music.…


[img] December 10, 2019 at 08:06PM

“C’mon, Kid, why mope on the rain?” I entreated Luna. “You’re Scottish. Claggy fields are your people.”
“Tongue ma fart-box, ya walloper,” she snarled.
“Aw, look. There’s patches of heather, under dreich skies. This is your wheelhouse, yes?”
“Shut ya geggie, ya numpty.”
December 10, 2019 at 08:06PM

[img] December 03, 2019 at 01:33PM

“Je déteste l’hiver”, a déclaré Luna.
“Mais regarde la beauté,” j’ai contré.
“L’air pur… la neige blanche…”
“Mon nez est gelé. Et toute la neige à New York devient jaune et noire.”
“La neige jaune est de ta faute, Tin-Tin.”
“Tu m’as appris à faire pipi dehors, Asshat!”
December 03, 2019 at 01:33PM