Did you see her ears perk up when I said that?– Some guy on Ave A tonight, talking about me behind my back after I responded to his loud inquiry to his date about where the bar Plan B was. Apparently I have perky ears like a FOX.
In real life they’d be like, no I’m sorry you cannot get your...– Christine, in response to what would really happen in “Sleepless in Seattle” at the climax at the Empire State Building..
Finding Laura in El Salvador →
Sometimes folks are epic, Laura Smith is one such. This article forgets to mention how excellent she is at convincing ice skating rink attendants to give discounts, explaining the finer points of beer to people who have ever only had Natty Ice, and building houses out of boxes in the rain.
“The Walls Are Coming Down” by...
“The Mistress Witch from McClure (or, The...
“Little Fire” by Patty Griffin from...
I mean…I guess she has some inflections…like at commas.– Logan at Sugar Diner at 1 am, about Twilight or not, I was concentrating on eating his french fries. This was after we bonded with Drew the counter guy over the fact we all wanted to be Atreyu or have Falcor in A Neverending Story. On that note, tonight was a long overdue evening spent in the...
funny girls on the tv shows, close your eyes and...
It’s been one of those stretch of days for which God created Patty Griffin. Incidentally, she’s also stellar in interviews. Patty Griffin on Songwriting Rock & Roll Hall of Fame
Do you know it?!– Jenny M., holding a Cool-Whip container at me at a Thanksgiving party eating a big scoop of it. If I didn’t already know her, I would have proposed at that moment.
“I and Love and You” The Avett...
Also, what about asking to buy a pretzel or hat means “I want to marry you”? Apparently I have many betrothed on the streets of New York. From the 17 year old in Bay Ridge who yelled “I’ll wait for you” as I backed out of the store, to the 60 something yr. Egyptian guy who proposed and told me I looked like his daughter in the same sentence.
Gosh Mercy you’re psychotic…I meant psychic.– My boss, when I told him something was overflowing on the stove. Freudian slips.
Lesson 25,899: guest lists the slacker way
So I got handed a comp ticket to Amanda Palmer tonight because of a harmonica-ist friend Shaky Dave who was playing for my buddy Flanagan Smith who I recorded Hard Times with on his album both of whom I met at Rockwood Music Hall when I was singing a duet with my friend Caleb Stine who I met when I played at Bar 4 with my other band Wendy & Bells who I met when I was working at Henry Street...
a king draper interlude
So I went a-rehearsing in Kensington with a banjo slinging buddy Owen. That was snazzy. Erstwhile, heretofore, and meanwhile back at the ranch, the Mad Men finale used REAL HISTORY and henceforth WINS AT LIFE. I was sitting on my sofa eating an apple saying “Oh no they di’n’t! Oh no they DI’N’T!”. Read young mighty ones, read: Malcolm Gladwell, “True...
other mad ones
Our taxi driver the other night prompted a really inspiring explanation from one Mr. Dan Romer about how albums can get made in living room nowadays, after Mr. Holden explained working his ass off during the summer touring and recording so he could get a visa to come back. At first Mr. Taxi seemed a little shocked by the notion, then seemed to approve of the craziness of it all. Then he told us...
YPD & Bar 4
This week is gonna be crazy and awesome. So much stuff is happening I’m not even gonna try to control or predict it. I’m just gonna take vitamins. I don’t want to contract Young Poets Disease. Got a few years to ahead of me before Young Musician’s Demise or Young Actor’s Doom prove a real risk. Good. Not good. With all that in mind, one thing for sure is...
Kinda knew the night was gonna go well when “Time To Pretend” came on before the concert at the Fillmore, making it the 3rd time I randomly heard it that day. And the girl in the bathroom complimented my unkempt hair. Um, thanks I didn’t do anything? Later, post Fillmore waiting in the restroom line at Rockwood, several other musicians and I formed The Bathroom Club band and...
Listener up there! what have you to confide to me? Look in my face while I...– Song of Myself, Walt Whitman
people follow Jackie. her life is kind of hysterical. pollyammo: If you are wondering what kind of car Tracy Morgan drives, it is a red lambourgini. because i just saw him driving it in the west village.
Dragons, Dogs, and Mr. Darcy.
One of the truths I have discovered in my life, in puzzle form. Act 1. Rainer Maria Rilke. Letters to a Young Poet How should we be able to forget those ancient myths about dragons that at the last moment turn into princesses; perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something...
An hour at the Met and these made a weighty day seem less alone. Joan of Arc, 1879 Jules Bastien-Lepage (French, 1848–1884) The Veteran in a New Field, 1865 Winslow Homer (American, 1836–1910) Robert Frank (American, b. Switzerland, 1924) Elevator—Miami Beach, 1955 Robert Frank (American, b. Switzerland, 1924) Beaufort, SC, 1955 The Belated Party on Mansfield Mountain, 1858 Jerome B. Thompson...
Dia de Los Muertos
Halloween was wacked. There was some weird, draining stuff that happened that threw it askew. But how about the shiny stuff, like: Allison Weiss & Lauren Zettler’s Pumpkin Jam and the ten dozen rad people who went to a diner after; Jenny’s gnome costume delivery; discussing falafel-waffle possibilities with Steve; pre-gaming at Nick’s apt and having random friends popping...