Author: westyreflector

(xtra)terrestrial vacation

The idea that alien life forms would conform to our dimensional perspectives and physics, and yet still leave themselves vulnerable to human weapons and hate, is naive.

“An Earthland vacation this light-year? Really?”

“I heard it’s pretty, and I always wanted to go.”

“Okay, but just remember to bring ‘sion-block-“

“Yes, I packed ‘sion-block!”



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70-year shutter click


My IRL family, Maplewood, NJ, 1981 [me: 2nd from bottom left; paternal grandparents Ida & Morris: top row left; self-timer composition, Kodak stock, format unknown]

Down in Florida last month, I began to organize my parents’ 6 bins of photographs, the earliest of which reached back into the 1880s. Aside from being an invaluable record of my family history, the trove also provides, upstream, a fractal of the entire era of mass manual photography.…

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The No Net Kids

“Hey Westy, when you grew up with no internet, what on Earth did you do for fun?”

Action Park, Vernon, NJ 1982

Caracas, Venezuela 1980

Myrtle Beach, SC 1981

lol. Wouldn’t trade my 80s childhood for all the TikTok in China.

upon a glass road reflection

Artist Ward Spring paints The Glass Road to “Upon A Child’s Doll Reflection [disquiet0180-matryoshkamusic]” off my 2015 record Sunrise Highway.


YouTube Liner Notes

Puddles everywhere. Certain angles are nice to ponder. The Upside Down. Although I am now dogless, I still go out for “dogwalks”. This scene was 7AM yesterday in the Union Bay Natural Area.



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Alley Flights

Youtube user Saboruchan takes us on a journey through a “virtually untouched” abandoned bowling alley in Haikyo, Japan, that opened in 1973 and closed in 2018. Through the modern miracle of a cc-by-sa-nc Creative Commons license, the scene is soundtracked with “Chasing Flight” off my 2016 record Almost X.



Saboruchan’s affection for the abandoned-in-state space and its lost localised grandeur resonates through the video.…

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Slope ’n Cheese

Park Slope is the mac ’n cheese of nyc neighborhoods. And not an artisanal macaroni and cheese, either. More like a boxed pasta with the powdered cheese packet, where the most adventurous thing that happens is the addition of a few drops of Cholula

Don’t take this wrong. Boxed mac & cheese is far from a damaged or morally bankrupt dinner.…

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highest pleasures / just the weather

One of the highest pleasures is to be more or less unconscious of one’s own existence, to be absorbed in sights, sounds, places, and people.

Alan Watts

You are the clear blue sky.
Everything else is just the weather.

Pema Chödrön

Out Loud Thoughts 202301a

Let’s say you’re eschewing car travel to walk up Campden Hill Road, from Kensington to Notting Hill, London. Wearing a pair of Nike Air Force Ones, you are drawn uphill by memories of the mythical Geales for fish & chips and sticky toffee pudding, when out of nowhere you step in a pile of human feces on the street that entered the street-shitter’s GI system as a Double Big Mac Happy Meal.…

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Inside Track 003: This Time of Year (20221218d)

written: 20191113.0927
key: A
time: 3/4

one for the lonely


I set out to write a “holiday song” a few years back, even daring to dream of expanding the thought into an EP I would definitely call A Very Westy Holiday.

The EP’s still a dream, but I was home in NYC a couple weeks back, and dusted off the track, while also dusting off Jolie, my Gibson ES335 modded by Paul Schwartz of Peekamoose Guitars.…

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Thought Corral 202211a

Were there inner voices before there was oral language? Just curious what a Neanderthal thought to theirself.

Tbf, I still have no idea how an idea in my head ends up in a written word. I don’t think in words as I write. With no codified written language, maybe Ned Neanderthal, in his codified codpiece, had no facility to express it all, either.…

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Inside Track 002: Need To Be

In 2018, my wife Cat costume designed the Amazon series Homecoming in Los Angeles, so we decamped Brooklyn for a 1930s cottage aerie perched halfway up Laurel Canyon. I couldn’t bring any guitars to LA, because when you pack for an 8-month trip, with no back-and-forths, hard decisions have to be made between fashion studio and music studio.…

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