Bob Dylan in Throes

Bob Dylan, my disputed namesake, is still a living human. He is an interesting little guy, to say the least. You’ll excuse me if I choose to ignore our personal feelings regarding his music (which has taken many circuitous routes toward authenticity in the past fifty years, each of which has elicited yelps of anxious emotional analytics from the relatively large group of eager people who realize that talking about him is the closest thing to canon that music writing approaches) in favor of the more fruitful path of just trying to figure out his whole deal once again in…

Dark Wizard Brought to His Knees

I had the pleasure of visiting the residence of Dr. Arnold Klein- “king of Botox”,”discoverer of the first human gene”, Beverly Hills collagen expert, voracious bear slayer and self-insinuating father of Prince Jackson- for a bankruptcy induced estate sale recently. Klein, at the height of his powers, had been known to spend up to 20000 dollars a day on Versace pillows, mid 90’s Star Wars collectibles, signed Baldessari prints and laser-molded lucite statues depicting grizzlies and abstract patterns. In addition, many of his possessions had been imbued with a special power by their close association with Michael Jackson, who had…

Kook Mountain

Arnold Harris and I had another adventure this past autumn. We met in Trinity County, he from up north in a purple Ranger and me with all my shit in my minivan driving slowly over bumps and spending last dollars on reintroduced Chicken Littles and Reeses Mini bags. One arm that had been holding the Thule in place had broken, and on the freeway the Thule flapped in the wind, catching gusts of wind and slamming back hard onto the top of the van, causing me anxiety. I pulled into Brad’s and Arnold was already there. ‘The ganja was gone’….

Dad’s Medicine

Interesting article about ‘stoned parenting’ in the NYT today by art dealer Mark Wolfe (see links section). Wolfe adopts a sarcastic tone at times and employs old pot humor tropes in proper acknowledgment of pot’s proud history in the media, but the essence of his article is a straightforward advocation of taking medicine before attending to your children. Marijuana is the class clown political discourse, and, regardless of the scientific and political language that the discussion is often initiated in, the end result is frequently a mental image of someone hitting a bong. Even within marijuana advocacy groups, there seems to…

Permanent Vacation

The time/money equation is not very clear. Time is of less value when experienced without the buffer that money provides; experienced ‘head on’, time is crushing in its vastness and apparent lack of meaning. Money acquires much of its utility in its ability to reroute time through directed activity (let’s take an uncreative example here- buying a lambchop, and then a candle to make it look nice on the plate). The ‘pursuit of happiness’ in the contemporary sense often is nothing other than tinkering with the scales of balance between time and money- finding enough time to spend your money,…

Bit Part in Bad Movie

I was finally offered the opportunity to directly inscribe my existence into the world yesterday. I was recruited by Central Casting to play a slightly drunk rocker in the background of a popular TV show featuring a horny Fox Mulder, which is a situation I feel as though I enact unintentionally day to day. A more honest depiction of my existence I could not imagine, and I made sixty five dollars to boot. The shoot itself was not particularly interesting, and an objective account of the event could only be interesting as evidence in a lawsuit contending that I had…

Orange County

ORANGE COUNTY   Orange county had recently taken on some significance in my thoughts because I had been ‘intensely pondering’ (happily traipsing through vague thoughts about) Financial Crisis aka Great Recession (two awkward names for the rapid dissolution of the global math fantasy in 2007-2008). The opportunity for me to spend a few nights across from Newport Beach, in New Century and other defaulted mortgage originator’s fatherland appealed to me, because (I fantasized) I would gain ‘first hand knowledge’ of the way of life of people whom the notion of compound growth had completely consumed. Indifferent to the exclusionary aspects…

Chris Isaak, Little Creek Casino 2012

I went to the Chris Isaak show at the Little Creek Casino in Shelton on Sunday. I had never been to a casino show before (the closest I’ve been is probably the Blue Oyster Cult show outdoors in Elma five years ago, in which the musicians seemed strangely oblivious to their locale and relied heavily on the familiarity of their tunes to overwhelm the audience into confusing the aggressive goatee of the young man theatrically playing the bass for part of the organic entity which used to produce great albums), but being quite familiar with the buffet, expected the same…

THE BIGAMIST

1953, Directed by Ida Lupino, who also plays Phyllis. Since the film is told mostly through narrated flashback, I will also begin at the end by describing the courtroom scene in which this tightly wrought personal black and white narrative is integrated into the justice system. As the judge hears the defendant’s lawyer plea for mercy on the grounds of “love” (being in this case a synonym for the complex interplay of self evaluative epiphanies and the vague desires of one or more superfluous parties to be ‘needed’ once the alienating mechanics of capitalistic self sufficiency have become routinized in…

Post Tour

What follows is just one perspective amongst the many that I feel about playing music. I found it easier to ride the down escalator to the bottom floor instead of trying to note that there also exists an elevator to the penthouse I ride sometimes. It’s a wild time up there, but its nice view is beyond the scope of present article, which is borne as a result of touring for six months straight and wildly oscillating between ecstatic feelings of liberty and black acknowledgments of the fundamental similarity between playing music and any other endeavor to create a space…