Archive for February 2002
Valentine’s Day At Arlene
What to say? Like that, it’s over. Valentine’s Day. The benefit show. Done, over. It’s the next morning — I broke my “daily journal” routine yesterday ‘cuz I was movin’ non-stop. So, here’s what happened, and how it felt… I was nausious all the way downtown. I always am. Rosa was setting up her drums…
Read MoreBright Lights & The Open Range
I am bone tired. Been up late painting. Been putting in long hours at the MTV. Stayed late tonight to deal with the Waylon Jennings obituary. I made a great image of him in high-contrast black and white, holding his guitar, looking towards the sky. My father was a big fan, mostly of his stuff…
Read MoreEveryone’s Coming Of Age
I was completely rockin’ out like Jackson Pollack last night, painting and bouncing around my apartment to “For Nancy (‘Cuz It Already Is).” I got so excited with what I was doing, with all the ideas I had, the plans for an art show/performance, all thematically linked, that I couldn’t fall asleep. I’ve been wanting…
Read MoreNon-Stop Corporate Wanker
A non-stop corporate wanker day, excepting the 10 minutes I took to spam the mailing list about Thursday’s show, and the five minutes I spent reading E! Online’s gossip column. Looking forward to going home, playing guitar, painting and finishing “In Cold Blood.”
Read MoreCreature Of Habit
It’s raining outside. Sounds cool, soothing. A better day. Woke, dealt with laundry, went for a bike ride along the Hudson. Was gray and wintery, but so nice to be out, and look up the wide river. Back home, I let the adrenaline left over from dodging cabs on 10th Avenue motivate me to do…
Read MoreSay Anything
Night is falling on Hell’s Kitchen. It’s not been a day of terrific accomplishment. I didn’t make it to the army/navy store for pants, or Lee’s Art Supplies for blank canvas. I didn’t buy new socks, or get my laundry to the laundromat. I didn’t do anything, except a get a haircut, read a few…
Read MoreBreaking Up With Pete Yorn
I’m in the middle of a fairly awful day. My tooth is killing me. It’s a baby tooth, a molar, one of four or five that never fell out. So they need to be pulled and replaced with implants. Neither cheap, nor fun. So, of course, I’ve been procrastinating well over a year. But it’s…
Read MoreThe Soundtrack Of My life
It was cold and snowing this morning, gray outside. I woke from a dream where some girl was smiling at me amidst great flooding. I had a major headache (vodka), way back in the gray matter (where the dream came from). I was drinking coffee and reading Rolling Stone. I don’t know if it was…
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