On The Horizon

In order to keep my mental demons at bay, I constantly have to have something to look forward to. Usually it is an event in the near or far future. Currently I am super excited about the next Body&Soul event.

Last time around I was sick as a dog, but that unfortunate state of affairs will NOT be repeated. Plus, Memorial Day will be free of work obligations so there is no need to worry about aches and pains the following day.

Deliver It!

If Anna Piaggi has a cult I WILL join it. Her level of stylishness puts the other 5 billion inhabitants of this planet to shame.

Roots Of Now

Although I had had my mind blown by exposure to essential Kraftwerk albums years earlier, this track destroyed my ears.

I was absolutely obsessed with "Pop Muzik". Back in the days of vinyl there was no "repeat" button to push, so I had to lift the needle again and again to bring joy to my mind.

There is something about the obvious catchiness of the riff mixed with the detached vocals that set a blueprint for less-popular, but equally beautiful music to come years later.

Rebellious Infancy

Supposedly this is the first mention of term "Punk Rock" in The New York Times. 1972 y'all.

All True

The aging homothug on the corner of Bleecker and Christopher "accidentally" voices his inner monologue:

"What do I gotta do to get some dick around here?"

Is it any wonder that I still love The New York...

Reminder

This quote definitely needs to be heard by my ears...

"Too many people overvalue what they are not and undervalue what they are".
-- Malcolm Forbes

Mistake Making

Proof that even Style Gods can make mistakes.

Unfortunately, this mistake is so egregious that both collaborators will be issued infinite demerits until I receive a box full of swag from both artistes.

I Love The Rain...And The Memories Of The Rain

The metal plate in my skull forces me to listen to this track EVERY time it rains for a prolonged period.

The track comes from the gorgeous Cult album "LOVE". My girl Princess Stephanie really turned me on to that album when she brought the disc along on the 1992 roadtrip to Red Rocks to see Sonic Youth/Primus/Mudhoney/Pavement.

I am eternally in her debt for revealing such beauty to my head.

Virtual Memory Is Low: Reboot

During my last biennial visit to Lincoln, my nephew Cody and shot hoops at the YMCA. Since it had been a long time since we had seen each other, the topics of discussion were quite varied. In between shots we tried to catch up with each others lives.

At some point I remember saying that my only motivation to make new friends is that I need fresh people to listen to my tired old stories. I am pretty sure that when I made this statement it was half facetious and half pathetic honesty.

More and more frequently I find myself retelling the same stories over and over again to the uninitiated. While there is nothing inherently wrong with this situation, there is a little voice in my skull that pipes up and says "Are you telling that AGAIN?"

In an attempt to kill that voice in my head, I am going to start sharing more of these "Greatest Hits" from my past. Hopefully in releasing some of these anecdotes out into the ether, I will clear enough memory in my brain to refill my mental harddrive with sparkling new tired old stories.

Future Beauty

From the legendary David Morales' myspace blog:

It's 7:05pm and I'm in the studio w Quentin Harris laying down some tracks for Mariah's "TOUCH MY BODY"
it's coming out so funky! I'll be recording vocals w her at her house on friday I can't wait! I wish I had it for this wknd to play at STEREO. Oh well I'll have to wait to debut it at the WMC.

Get ready Children...Another Mariah/Morales collabo is enough to get the dancefloors hungry, but add Quentin Harris to the mix and you will have a track that does damage worldwide.

Black Celebration

Truth be told, until yesterday I was unaware of the existence of black carrots. Why have they not made it on to my plate previously?

Love On Wheels

...sometimes when life gets too serious you just have to roll on down to the roller rink and roller boogie.

Silent Lucidity

Although I thought I had acheived it in the past, last night I definitely had a lucid dream.

As with most of my dreams (and most of my waking life for that matter) I was running furiously from the demons that were about to attack and eviserate me. When inches away from certain death I consciously thought "Well this is just a dream anyway...why don't I just fly up to the roof and get away". It is impossible to describe the sensation of willing oneself to fly in dreamland. It was simultaneously difficult and easy...Perhaps the difficulty came from never having to really think about how to go about it in a literal sense. So, basically I just "decided" to flap my arms like a birds wings...and voila!

The lucidity probably lasted only about 3 or 4 minutes, but it is an experience that I will not allow myself to forget.

I'm Saying "Ouch!" In Advance...

Holy Damn!...This party is going to cause much harm to my delicate orchid of a body. Steve Travolta AND Danny Krivit playing a night of House Classix...Cielo is going to need to have stretchers at the ready to carry The Children off the dancefloor.

Shout Out: Lou Dorfsman

If you grew up in the seventies or eighties you are probably familiar with the graphic design work of Lou Dorfsman. While definitely not a household name (at least not in my household), the influence of Mr. Dorfsman was all around.

We may not have been eating in the cafeteria at C.B.S. headquarters, where the attached wall project resided, but we saw the bastardized rip-offs of his genius on Dixie Cups or perhaps your fifth grade math textbook.

Maybe it was due to working in corporate America that gave his designs such solidity. Whatever it was shaped a major player in late twentieth century typography

Lift Off

The new theme for my life is DISCOVERY. All attention is going to be focussed on exploring the new, the unexperienced, the seemingly impossible.

Aquarians like myself are used to this side of human experience, but I desire to take it to unheard of levels in my mentality, my physicality and my spirituality.

Going OUT

Andre reppin' 210 in the current issue of OUT magazine. To think that a few years ago the New York Times referred to my beloved street as "dowdy".

Ironiconography

Is this an homage or parody? Does this desecrate the seriousness of MLK's legacy or introduce a cool image to a new generation? Are there cows so sacred that we don't want to see them in a different light?

These are questions that I don't have answers to....

Work Hard For The Opportunity To Work Hard

Having not conversed since the writer's strike began, chatted briefly with Kevin yesterday.

We were talking about the strike, the Oscars and the entertainment industry in general...He brought up his friend Miss Fey. Kevin stated that a person at her level of success has had to work for a long-ass time just to get to a point where she has to work extra hard in order to survive in the industry and be creative.

This was a real wake-up call for my mentality. So often I see an endpoint to working hard creatively...To phrase it another way I think the goal is to "rest on your laurels".

I really need to learn that hard work opens up another portal to more hard work...