Posts Tagged ‘Truth & Beauty’
Turn And Face The Strange
‘Oh jeez,’ I thought. ‘Here come the trust falls.’ The air was warm and unmoving. The conference room was ringed with tables and executives, all of whom stood and partnered off as directed. “Take a good, hard look at one another,” the facilitator said, “And then turn around.” I studied my colleague, a one-time studio…
Read MoreSpectral Morning
My eyes were half-closed and choked with sleep this morning as I stepped into the darkened bathroom. The backyard was framed by the window pane, it’s slender birch trees pale white against the bruised purple sky. They stood like hungry ghosts against the waning night sky, their shoulders wrapped in a veil of pink and…
Read MoreBreathe In
Chris Abad and I were walking home from rehearsal Monday night when we said in near-unison, “I just want to release one great record.” I post about my music career less and less here, largely because I have less and less of a music career. I knew full well this was going to be something…
Read MoreThat God Shaped Hole
I am staring out the window, watching the city pass me by, when I tell her that I feel old and irrelevant. Abbi and I are in the back of a yellow cab. The clock is creeping towards one o’clock. We’re on our way back uptown from Jeff Jacobson’s CD release show at Rockwood. We…
Read MoreStraight Up And Awkward
Well, that was awkward. It’s not that it was a hundred degrees outside. Or that I was over an hour late. It’s not that the event was a who’s who of NYC Bloggerati. Or that I had to get my name on a yellow Post-It and wait in line for her signature. It’s not that…
Read MoreHands Down
My optometrist, a sage old character named Dr. Ultrecht, tells me that my contact lenses are starving my eyes of oxygen, and crowding my capillaries. This is little surprise, really, as I have a tendency to wear them for weeks at a time. And so I’m wearing my six-year-old wire-framed glasses. In the rare instance…
Read MoreSmells Like Teen Spirit
I passed a teenager on my street this morning wearing a ‘Corporate Magazines Still Suck’ shirt. His homage to Kurt Cobain was, ironically, handmade with a Sharpie and a Planet Hollywood T-shirt. I had to laugh. This is a kid who was about 8-years-old when Cobain stuck a shotgun barrel in his mouth and ended…
Read MoreD.I.Y.
A fair amount of levelheaded moderation at dinner last night enabled me to rise with the sun this morning with less reluctance than late. Still squinting into the light streaming through the bedroom window, still nestled in my gray flannel sheets, I rested a moment listening to a Morning Edition report on Bob Edwards’ new…
Read MorePlastics
This is Benjamin. He’s a little worried about his future… “Ben, what are you doing?” “Well, I would say that I’m just drifting. Here in the pool.” “Why?” “Well, it’s very comfortable just to drift here.” * * * It’s funny: I’m not so worried about my future anymore. I know enough now to know…
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