liberty ave @ liberty way

great intersection.

well, the rains have quieted a little down in the deep-a south. gulf south, that is. thnk gd. i was turning into a plant.

the sounds of a repeat on a take of a particular guitar lick over and over is an old form of torture used on prisoners of war in the last century, after recording was invented. (not looking up when recording was invented.) some of us crazies do it to ourselves, it's called working on a record. a music project. whatever, haters, we are what we are.

slowly a form comes into view out of a fog- that's what some takes are, a form coming out of a fog.

like this year.

last day of summer, brooklyn

and a favorite any-season song:
mr calhoon

my man

eiji oue conducting the osaka philharmonic orchestra.

what's his god? who's his nation? affiliations? memberships? status? zodiac sign? who the fuck cares.

total triumph of the human spirit. i love this man completely.


(ps tho, i think holst failed to resolve jupiter, as if anybody could: at about the 5th minute, he fails to resolve, but where do you go?? i want to hear the music of what happens really, after the 5th minute of this movement...)

black madonna

it's nine-nine-oh-nine, ain't it? ;)

juliet met the madonna on the c or the q train today. nice day.

she still thinks about her.

what a day. mercury is a bastard, i hate him. ok, i dont hate him but he is a bastard.

missed all kindsa calls, sorry, peoples.

but i did see: cranes, small little guys, too white. and little funny seaside birds also so peculiar to the sea. and i saw alice float which she doesnt ordinarily like to do. i dont know nuthin about nuthin but that seems like it'll do for today.

oh, and, shows are going great, the record's selling like a bastard and i have no complaints about the cushy new villa i just acquired in seville. all in all, no complaints ;)