Category Archives: music
Tower Lapse
I’ve been meaning to shoot the Tribute in Light, but have never gotten around to it till tonight. The music is another garage band attempt.
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September Rain
The rain was falling with the radio and the T.V. talking about tragedies past and present and I lay on the couch and read while the wind moved the leaves. I ended up shooting this vid and making the soundtrack.
You is DEAD
The Royal Wylds live at Magnetic Fields sometime last winter. I Found this take while working ona a slightly more elaborate video for the band. I was struck by how nicely the single shot worked without needing to cut it at all.
Brooklyn Thermodynamics
More drawings of dear old dad on a morphine nod. I went down to the Storage locker yesterday to find my staple gun to streatch some canvases I’ve been stitching together from a sample book and fell on old drawings and storm clouds.
Apocalypse Now and Then
weekend fun. Including a thing on the block called the STUPENDOUS… where at sunset everyone made noise… very fluxus I thought.
Brown Ain't No Place For White Shoes
Been on some sort of reunion vibe these last few months… some sort of black sheep returneth trip or what have you. So in keeping with that mode, I went for a little dumpling picknick with one of my favorite Alums of old Camp Bruno and we blathered for a long time and drank beer from paper bags in the park while the chinese kids played handball and layed out a pang thud thud pang soundtrack in the summer night.
Earlier, I had a near religious experience (not only was someone sky writing x and y all over brooklyn, but…) when I crossed Manhattan bridge by foot, the light came behind the brooklyn in such a way that it cast a magnificent reverse gothic arch shadow across the flaming sunset water… the key hole arches both cut out in fire on the water. It was only there for about sixty seconds, but good shit it was glorious and luckily I was on a nikon safari. New York is just a magnificent place sometimes and its filled with people that you know and love, but didn’t know were living so close to you. One big urban reunion project.
Heaven Seven(teen)
Annual street fair with music. The las band is called Cool and Unusual Punishment and they’re like seventeen and rehearse downstairs… so often the music behind my mind while editing, painting, drawing, screwing around, whatever…. and a cigar box minature I am working on.
JeZeus Is Gonna Be Here and Be Misunderstood
remains of the day: filet mignon barbqed on the roof with the crystal hammer 1990 Vouvray (of which we scored two cases for a lot of money, but a bargain at any price). A meal fit for murder and singing soprano simone who waits on Zeus.
And with my Gowanus run and greasey fingers I find that
All the world is an oil slick
which is to say a sort of cracked mirror
by which to reflect our polluted lives,
but my Jeseus gonna be here, he gonna be here soon
with a great golden shot gun
he gonna shoot out the fuckin’ moon
He gonna cover my head in red Poppies
and Blanket of pure yellow sonSUN
and then he’s gonna open up the back
of that gold Chariot Cadillac
And ride me up to the great gig in the sky
Where I’m gonna get God drunk on sweet Irish whiskey
‘Till he pisses on the world so hard
you’d swear that thunder bolt bastard
was the devil
cause he is.
I mean the arrongant fuck claims to be “All Things”
So he should own evil too,
but he wakes up on Sunday and can’t recall a thing
and Ezekial and Noah are whispering in the pews
about the hookers and all that coke
and of course the pissing.
There was a sign on the door that said: “Jesus was here, but sometimes he comes late… like around ten o’clock. But Jesus says not to worry. He will always come to take the trash out.”
I took this sign as a sign, because, of course that’s exactly what it was… you know something to read, telling you about the trash… but still, it’s good to know that Jesus is coming, even if late, and that he’s got the trash covered. So I got that going for me… etc.
Collective Unconscious
I spent the afternoon with Will Croxton of the Royal Wylds and his beatiful baby and we watched some old vids of the band at Magnetic Fields and talked about scoring the Let It Be Taciturn turn turn movie and the upcoming shoot for Kimbo single and finished off with watching Paul Simon rock Little Surfer Girl from the Brian Wilson Tribute concert at Radio City that Queen Sylvie got moi roi ticks for a past B. Day. The evening turned into a Future Book romp with the Institute gang and entourage going toThe Animal Collective show at South Street Seaport. Let’s face it. Mos Def had it right: Brooklyn Rocks the best and it’s fun when it rocks Manhattan and then you spill into Chinatown and blind delirious laughter.