Wednesday, December 21, 2011

We're not perfect

Here are some fun screw-ups that I feel like sharing.

I hope that you're smiling.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Meeting A Dog Named Steve

The light was fogging in just enough for me to spot the vintage magazine rack that kept me company as I slept. I found myself flipping through a small paperback of quotes. Here are some:

 I took the top off my head, just to see what would happen. All my dreams floated away and I was left only with reality.

 "Hold this for a second." It was warm and unfamiliar. I was going to ask what it was, but she took it back before the words came out. 

The idea of baldness terrified him. "I don't even like eggs," he told the barber 

 Lifting her dress, she revealed her personality.

"Apple," the short man said. But because I was aware of the case, I understood perfectly.

 I Also chose to spend time with the Largest book on the shelf. Charley Harper -An Illustrated Life
I've never heard of this man. His artwork is strongly familiar to me and rightly so. It's as if it has been interlaced thru much of my life, particularly childhood. Somehow I feel his works have lined the peripheral of my artistic senses. As if his work was something I could smell but couldn't touch or see. Altho his work isn't reminiscent of any drug culture, I'd compare it to taking a drug you've never tried before, and afterwards realizing how it's influence shaped aspects of society or art. Like the day you understood why tie-die shirts exist, the full potential of your blacklight
 Or the reason your uncle always had that un-placable aroma

                                       Charley Harper Prints

                                       Click below for Slideshow


I played a show in Austin, TX last night and plan on staying for a few days to play another show this coming Sunday. I've been traveling since September 2nd and now it is November 19th, The Turkey is coming. Only you'll be the one gobbling. I should be in New Orleans by that time. We'll plan to spend time with some great hosts that know the city's underbelly. We were shown a great time in New Orleans during our previous visit. The nights lasted until sunrise. We were on our way out west then. A lot has changed since then. Its hard to imagine it was only two and a half months ago. We're headed east now. Down to the southeast corner, my hometown Tampa and then back up to New England. We chased the fall all the way to the Pacific ocean until we were teetering on tour very own edge. Now we face the wind and cut through into winter. I often wonder how route 5 along the connecticut river will greet me upon my return. Will it seem baron with trees standing grey and naked, or will the roads guide me with frozen white curved edges which seem to act so much like bumpers as I wind downward into town. But for now, I'll just hope to get there in one piece. "This is hard and it is good," I say.

Found this this morning as well. Radiohead is one of my very favorites. This documentary based on their Ok Computer release is phenomenal. Almost more that I could hop for.

Okay, enough blogging for now.


Thursday, October 14, 2010

Here, taste this

Soooo. Its been a long while since last writing you.

Back on April 9th, I ran across a very intriguing musician in the Court Square subway station. I had noticed her playing a few times before while I scurried to the E-train headed to something that I must have felt was important. - I have an obsession with punctuality. Well, it may exceed obsession. Whatever, its my problem not yours, ding dong. On this particular outing I was merely strolling to the E train not hauling on hooves while mooing madly so I had time to spare.
Her name is June Moris. She had a great demeanor as she played a tite Tele. I told her I had been recording music in NYC and asked if I could record her playing something she enjoyed. She played a damn fine version of a Raiohead song that popped the passers by out of their bubbles and onto there knees in appreciation of the holy glory she bestowed upon them with her rocking voice that echoed down the dust colored tiles of underground Queens. It was ROCKING I TELL YOU. But, i didn't press record on my iPhone. Poop! Feeling like a damn fool I worked up the courage to ask her to play one more for us. To our luck she agreed AND I pressed Record. sweet.

So here it is June Morris playing the Smiths' Heaven Knows I'm Miserable Now. Click Here

The noise, other than knees hitting the floor in pure amazement and humility, is the sound of the people mover.

Thursday, April 8, 2010

The Greenpoint Search for Music Opinion

Click Here to Listen to the Interviews

Curious to know local music tastes & how well the record function on my phone behaved, I decided to take advantage of today's beautiful weather and combine the two. I had some luck (interview-wise) here and there, mostly searching for relaxed seeming individuals that would take a moment to be interviewed. Meeting some interesting people along the way, I often stayed to chat after the interview was over. It seems that people became a lot more open to spill the goods once the recording ended. Realizing this would kinda make me wish that I could start the whole interview over again. I'll need to figure that part out. I think it would be wise for me work on my interviewing skills a bit more before the next time i take a stab at this. :) Live and learn right? i think the iphone recording wasn't so bad in the end which made me happy :)
Click Here to Listen to the Interviews

There was one extra special interview not included in this mix mainly because it was just too long. I am looking forward to posting that interview within the next couple of days. Stay Tuned

Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Into the Sun

I'm excited because we acquired 2 tickets to the Mets game this weekend. Are the Mets even any good? I don't follow these baseballs as much as the next guy. Is this weekend going to be nice? I'd like to get some sun.
Wait, is Citi Field covered by a fancy roofing system? All I know is that I want some beer and sunshine along with some entertainment. Dig>? hm.

I played little league and let me tell you I was quite terrible at it. Easy out #1. Hell, throw the ball anywhere and I'll swing for it. Maybe I'd freeze solid and let the ball hit me in the elbow just before I'd try and take second base for no reason. "You'd better shout what you want me to do from the dugout, Coach because I have no freakin' idea what that hand signal is supposed to mean." I think that perhaps little league baseball was the foundation for my ability to endure or omit overwhelming embarrassment.

Please enjoy this short, filmed in a now non-existent section of the Court Square Station

Tuesday, April 6, 2010

Git'n on down with some internet

Hey smarty pants. Thank you for reading my very first post. This is all new to me as in "i've never blogged before." We shall see how it goes. I think I just needed a page to call my own. Thanks

Soon, there will be links upon links leading to my favorite bits of internet. I think you'll enjoy my warped sense of taste and I think I'd appreciate your subscription.

I'd like to direct your attention to this inspiring Fleet Foxes performance.
Not sure if its lame to post these guys but finding this video really made my day today :)

Bye for now, I think this will go well.

Thanks for visiting