Sunday, October 11, 2009
I took your poison...
Such a beautiful song. This band rarely, if ever, puts a foot wrong. In my humble, yet fervent, opinion.
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
her tulips talk to my wound

tulips
And yes, I do admire and read authors who didn't die by their own hand, or lifestyle. If that had occurred you.
Plenty of 'em
Monday, June 29, 2009
desire
Wingate Paine

Resurrection recently had an exhibition of his works; echoes of Sam Haskins, whose work I concidentally - or not - became familiar with when working at Resurrection NY a few years ago. Katy Rodriguez, one of the store's two owners and proprietors, is now producing her own, eponymous range which strikes me as brilliant given how many designers and their assistants came through and mined her archives: a constant stream. Now she has first pick of the whole inspirational bunch.
Sleep. Exactly what I need to be doing at this very moment. Except that it's Winter and too cold for sleeping nude. Central heating is virtually non-existent in this country; I still daydream about the clanging, hissing radiator that was at the end of my bed in my apartment in Williamsburg. Right now, nothing would sound as comforting...
Friday, June 26, 2009
be wary of the brass ring
Foster-Wallace. A great gift and a great loss. There's a lot in this; I want to watch it again, straight away.
For the record, (and this will be seemingly unrelated unless you watch the thing) I've always been a fan of Westerns - the dramatic moral codes in play, the expansiveness of the settings, the nature vs technology dichotomy etc, etc .
Thursday, June 25, 2009
9/6/09

From a show my band Faint Spells played recently in the wonderful surrounds of St Kevins Arcade, here in Auckland.
tape men and crabb collection
Miss Crabb
Wednesday August 6, 2008
St Mathews In The City
With The Tape Men
= One the best shows ever.
Little miss me got to open it in her white cowboots boots too. She's a real deal talent that Kristine Crabb. I love how confused the audience were when we finally came out; the band had been playing forever (well a gooood fifteen minutes), they were starting to wander around the church in a fugue state, desperate for a drink or some fashion at least....
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