I watched a friend perform some jazz standards last night. For the first 5 minutes it was just me in there, sitting alone at a side table in the near dark. I had a book with me, but it was … Continue reading
West by Friday for a thing. They had better be ready because I’m riled and ripped. I’m so eager to get in there that you’d think there was a huge purse or something. But there isn’t. There’s never been. And … Continue reading
Yesterday I learned something that was immediately life-changing. Not in a health or spiritual sense, but something much subtler, having to do with merely knowing the truth about this thing, and how much I’ll be thinking about it now that … Continue reading
I was on guide duty over the weekend. A friend called and asked if I had any recommendations for places to stay in NYC because her middle school classmate from their hometown in China was in the US for the … Continue reading
I’ve never not been a little freaked out by them. Please don’t do that. Normal eyebrows will always look better than eyebrows drawn on with a pen. Also, choosing to draw lines on your head to represent a naturally occurring … Continue reading
How do you melt a high-powered tube amp? Feed it high voltage drone metal from a detuned baritone Les Paul at high volume for two hours in a closed-door room. Make it 90 degrees out, possibly 92 in, one fan … Continue reading
Consciousness is the act of making connections. Get out of the way. Lord is she obese. Glass, glass. Burning legs and the tire pressure is low, but it’s a smooth ride. And there’s that smell, same place every time. My … Continue reading
I wrote for four hours last night and accidentally drank 5 blueberry-infused beers (lovely) and was suddenly too loaded to continue. Getting 5 beers deep led to way-past-my-bedtime Netflix hopping and this morning I’m uncomfortably one step behind everything. This … Continue reading
Has it been smeared all over the materials you had available? Pigment and sweat drops, an aching back and deeply stained nail beds are all that’s left. Cathartic flow under control. Look at the messages to myself in their miserable, disastrous glory, … Continue reading
The coffee pot is full and the aroma is gritty, flavoring the entire living room and leaving it clear and creative. I can feel my brain reaching out and it’s time to give it space. Phone off. Music on. Brushes … Continue reading
