I awoke in the middle of night. The dog was coughing; that phlegmatic cancer cough of hers and it made me open my eyes and I coughed too in the blur of a heavy breeze moving the trees blue the light through the window in such a wind shadow way that I saw it as a ghostly figure floating over the bed and I became terrified that it was death coming after us – that the we, or she were coughing towards the coffin. It took a while to fix my eyes.
Monthly Archives: July 2008
Fever
The Royal Wylds played a garden gig in Red Hook over the weekend. I couldn’t resist the strung lights distortions and made a little photomotion video. What else can I do with low light and no working video camera? Still it sort of captures something about the rawness of the group that I like.
Tired
Feisty
Make Up Your Mind
Willoughby sits on the bed and notices the askew sheets. He tries to make the bed while still sitting in it. This doesn’t work, so he lays back down.
Sublerno
Tales of the cock at the empty store. This was from the dawn of the holiday… went out with ladies to one of these places that has “Mixologists” instead of bartenders… Lot’s of odd cocktails that conspired to give me the worst hangover I’ve had in years. I didn’t even think I was drunk, but it sure killed the next day. I was taking note of things I over heard. Everyone on the street sounded straight out of Willoughby.
The Cost of a Bummed Cigarette
Is in this case, listening to Clark go on and on about Willoughby behind his window.
Patriot
not working much on the holiday, bu thinking about working and fireworks and food and such.