I'm in NYC for a week living in a very very fancy apartment. The lady of the house works runs the UN's world water treatment program. Wildnesss. Somehow I still felt too snobby to engage in political discussion once it ended up about general painful antibushisms. She set me up with a very quick and effective Sony laptop to do my email, but fucking ( Read more... )

In a vast warehouse full of gardening tools, records books, old tires, fluorescent bulbs blocking the entrances to unused washrooms (etc): at the end of the room (which is the size of an airplane hangar) there are twenty or so people listening to some amateur freakout. People come and go. Then I notice that fucking Thurston Moore is there ( Read more... )

a real experimental show at the Flywheel this Friday ( Read more... )

I totally don't read poetry these days. Like, when I look at stanzas they just skim by and there is no way to process them. Strange!

Got my ears blown out by some vegan punks, read a tough e-mail, going to see the Tibetan doctor in six hours or so (therefore should sleep but I have this trashy murder mystery calling my name). I'm playing at a Jewish funeral on Saturday. Somehow I got roped into it. One tune on guitar/violin that is a realy Yiddish mourning song . . . and one ( Read more... )

My hotmail account was deactivated because I didn't check it for a month. Ah well. I stacked wood, read a trashy murder mystery, and finished an album. I have to write something for this thingaroo. And so on and so forth. I am staying alive & sleeping too much. I need some serious massage. Uh uh uhm yeah. I'm trying but it's hard to do it riight.

in Massachussetts now where cigarrettes are cheap and there is lots of nice space. So far I've recorded one album. 19 more to go! I get to see Ellen pretty soon. I'm thinking/dreaming. Trying to avoid intent, not directing much. Tonight I'll go sneak into a seedy bar where my uncle John will offend everyone. Some things have to change about my life ( Read more... )

The list of substances found in Rick James's body at the time of his death is interesting. Actually, they were mostly antidepressant/SSRIs. He didn't seem so ssaaad to me.

I have a channel that plays pretty much only question period from the house of commons. How addictive! Lots of energy in that room ( Read more... )

Mini recital: Friday, Oct. 6, 2 PM, 5 Ling Street

My wrist is stiff, but each day it gets stronger & more flexible.

2 weeks 'til I'm outta here for a while.

I seriously have zero stories presently, and for the last bit.