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Jan 12
NYC, 2009

Either Jess Hodge or I took this one night on the Brooklyn Bridge, we were taking turns with her 35mm.

Miss you, NYC.

NYC, 2009

Either Jess Hodge or I took this one night on the Brooklyn Bridge, we were taking turns with her 35mm.

Miss you, NYC.


Jan 8

Mar 1

TODAY, FRIDAY MARCH 1st, I NEED YOUR VOTE.

Vote for MERCY BELL at Lightning 100’s Music City Mayhem Contest!

Lightning 100, Nashville’s independent radio station, has selected me as one of 32 musical acts of over 300 submissions to receive heavy rotation on-air and a spot at an amazing outdoor concert series in Nashville. Past artists include Alabama Shakes, Trampled By Turtles, The Wallflowers, Band of Horses, Edwin McCain, Moon Taxi, The Wailers and way too many great artists to name here.

WHAT TO DO:
TODAY FRIDAY MARCH 1st, head over to http://www.lightning100.com/musiccitymayhem and click “VOTE” next to my photo and name. They will ask for your name, email, and zip code. YOU MUST CONFIRM YOUR EMAIL.

The great guys at Lightning 100 will be playing my track “Icarus” at 12pm central and 6pm Central time TODAY, FRIDAY March 1st. If you feel like it, you can listen live at www.lightning100.com by clicking the ‘listen live’ option. You will be sent a confirmation email in about 30 minutes.

http://mercybell.com


Jun 20

Apr 30

It occurs to me that there are other towns. It occurs to me so violently that I say, at intervals, “Very well, if New York is going to be like this, I’m going to live somewhere else.” And I do — that’s the funny part of it. But then one day there comes to me the sharp picture of New York at its best, on a shiny blue-and-white Autumn day with its buildings cut diagonally in halves of light and shadow, with its straight neat avenues colored with quick throngs, like confetti in a breeze. Some one, and I wish it had been I, has said that “Autumn is the Springtime of big cities.” I see New York at holiday time, always in the late afternoon, under a Maxfield Parish sky, with the crowds even more quick and nervous but even more good-natured, the dark groups splashed with the white of Christmas packages, the lighted holly-strung shops urging them in to buy more and more. I see it on a Spring morning, with the clothes of the women as soft and as hopeful as the pretty new leaves on a few, brave trees. I see it at night, with the low skies red with the black-flung lights of Broadway, those lights of which Chesterton — or they told me it was Chesterton — said, “What a marvelous sight for those who cannot read!” I see it in the rain, I smell the enchanting odor of wet asphalt, with the empty streets black and shining as ripe olives. I see it — by this time, I become maudlin with nostalgia — even with its gray mounds of crusted snow, its little Appalachians of ice along the pavements. So I go back. And it is always better than I thought it would be.

I suppose that is the thing about New York. It is always a little more than you had hoped for. Each day, there, is so definitely a new day. “Now we’ll start over,” it seems to say every morning, “and come on, let’s hurry like anything.”

London is satisfied, Paris is resigned, but New York is always hopeful. Always it believes that something good is about to come off, and it must hurry to meet it. There is excitement ever running its streets. Each day, as you go out, you feel the little nervous quiver that is yours when you sit in the theater just before the curtain rises. Other places may give you a sweet and soothing sense of level; but in New York there is always the feeling of “Something’s going to happen.” It isn’t peace. But, you know, you do get used to peace, and so quickly. And you never get used to New York.

Dorothy Parker, “My Hometown” McCall’s 1928

True.


Mar 31
Spring in Brooklyn, 2009.

Spring in Brooklyn, 2009.


Sep 1
My home for three years. 

Haven’t been back in three months, came back to get my things to move to Massachusetts, and I cried when I saw the skyline.

My home for three years.

Haven’t been back in three months, came back to get my things to move to Massachusetts, and I cried when I saw the skyline.


Jun 21
my beautiful frontier.

new york you have kept me company. i love you.

my beautiful frontier.

new york you have kept me company. i love you.


May 29
the bodega kittehs

the bodega kittehs


Apr 22

Video: Park Slope Woman Narrowly Escapes Attack (Gothamist)

Keep your wits about you ladies, walk where it’s well lit, in the middle of the street, preferably with a buddy.


Mar 21
ode to free stuff

ode to free stuff


Feb 28
You can.

You can.


Jan 17
photo by Emily Raw (aka dunnraw)

photo by Emily Raw (aka dunnraw)


Dec 17
Good morning New York City.

Good morning New York City.


Dec 3
Danielle and Byob wine in mason jars at roots cafe. Danielle, Jamey, Ryan and co doing their best to keep the music scene in BK homegrown.

Danielle and Byob wine in mason jars at roots cafe. Danielle, Jamey, Ryan and co doing their best to keep the music scene in BK homegrown.


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