purging itemized thoughts
a window for the curious, mapping thoughts for self...
precarious statement: i'm on the verge of a major shift in musical style. who knows if that weird feeling in my stomach will eventualize / surface. i feel new life germinating...
moving out of a box: my current brooklyn room is a cube, as wide as it is tall. i hit my head on the lightbulb. the construction is lazy and haphazardly painted. when my roommate rolls over on her mattress above me, the thin plywood crunches and creaks and i fear for my life. hers is a slight, feminine frame. the neighbor, a daily raver or disciplined DJ. the drug dealer, too comfortable on our couch. a nice rasta with curious taste for obscure kung fu movies. runs his business like a suit. cocaine is everywhere in new york. i mistake cocaine for roach poison in the kitchen. disgusted by both prospects. focus on personal maintenance for longevity, stamina. late night obsessive bleaching. dramatic dialogues, "niptuck" invade ears and recordings. i realize the extremity and of my hermetic ideal and question my move to metropolis. moving to an urban cave with high ceilings in 2 weeks. should be conducive environment for writing, recording.
cocteau sucked me. the blood of a poet at guggenheim. cocteau, teacher.
michael alan. paintings, drawings, multimedia. beverage that quenches my thirst, answers and asks questions, i want more. fortuitous timing for mother and boyfriend's visit to my neighborhood that seems otherwise desolate. chaos. innovation.
modern music. i'm working with musicians and writers at a coffeeshop. introduced to contemporary music/ music graduate students. witnessed an electric guitar played on its back, strings choked to the body, plucked like a koto. another poured water INTO trumpet and played descending arcs, while water gurgled in the horn and trickled out of the bell and onto the floor. play. games/ new approaches. teachers! also, david bowie like i never investigated. le mystere des voix bulgaires like i never investigated. juana molina, about time. new york is my workshop.
did you know that there was a strange "cactus craze" in 1920s Germany? hit song: Mein kleiner Gruner Kaktus "My Little Green Cactus"
60s soho of today? seeking challenge, collaboration and cross-fertilization. mirage?
Band to look into (note to self): Pigeons, Brooklyn. Several vinyl at local record store, but can't find web presence...
respect for allen cote, benjamin schaefer and nez back home in milwaukee. it is hard to find such amazing musicians and performers here, wading... so many people... homesickness
i was gifted my first record player last week, and suddenly brooklyn feels like home. thank you, wolfgang schaefer, happy tears.
watched philip glass and jean cocteau documentaries today. encouraging discovery: philip glass worked as a taxi drive and plumber, same time performing at metropolitan opera house.
lightbulb--> sufjan stevens BQE --> godfrey reggio, ron fricke, philip glass KOYAANISQATSI. direct influence, must be. did i miss that reference before? on que.
boris ostrerov. hunter open studio this weekend. i like his blog. http://borismakesart.wordpress.com/
college shows/ new years/ philadelphia: there are some pezzettino shows coming up. i'm trying to limit them over the winter so that i can settle in and write, develop. dec 11: philadelphia at a place that might be weird, might be cool, they promise they're not religious, it's run by a super old dude and his hot younger asian wife, come anyway "the psalm salon." new years, milwaukee, stonefly brewery. i played my first 2 shows ever there, and they made me pay $5 because we didn't get enough people to match their high sound fee and i've resented them ever since. even so, i love milwaukee, i love home, must see my man, family and am willing to forgive and forget in the spirit of spirits. booze holiday. midwest college shows spring 2011.
meeting nick zinner. it would seem like a wasted intersection if i didn't make a peep. managed to muster up guts, he's very pleasant about these forced interactions, hard for me to collect my thoughts and i make an idiot out of myself, wonder what the point is in me saying hello anyway... self-idiot-izing, strength training, teacher. separation of art and artist, perhaps it'd be easier to just say "hello."
lubdub album release:: brooklyn, hapy with attendance, katie phelps took gorgeous photographs. the vinyl production of lubdub is delayed by no fault of anyone in particular, we had technical snafoos, currently being pressed at the factory. perhaps i was too eager to announce release, however i dont want to sit on the album, am glad that it's "out" and available online and physical pre-order- it clears up mental space for new projects. once it's in "out" / "real" in physical format, work ahead... babies need to be sent to school... but first, thigh-deep working on final series of "cover videos" for the badass flying squirrels of kickstarter...
darren cole:: videographer native to milwaukee and now sleeping on floors in boston, nyc. we're working together again. more footage for the stockpile. inspiring collaborator, play. <p>2010 SHOWREEL from Alphabang on Vimeo.</p>
pauline oliveros. 80 something accordionista who plays with effects, computers. i was ecstatic at this tip, sure my teacher had been revealed. much to learn. creeped out by the cult meditation talk, and her life partner that answers juanita's personal and professional emails for her...
teachers outside of academia. self-instruction, education. learn, learn, learn, play, play, play, games!listening is writing. tune in, document.ars longa, vita brevis
hannah hoch, teacher resurfaces!fragmentation of space, shifting forms, ambiguity
challenge, generate, challenge, generate
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