i aint got long to live, and i aint got no love...
i do however have my liver, as well as my freedom and life.
anyway, so im going to pull a jason and post some links.
first we have an interesting article regarding a perplexing cosmic phenomenon, which engenders in one's mind an awe at the experience of living a "life" inside a cellular vessel interacting with other mater and energy in the universe.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/earth/2008/09/24/scispace124.xml
the second is however yet another disheartening testament to the adage that humanity's worst enemies are humans. it is also, for those louisianians out there, yet another reason to hang our heads in shame and roll our eyes in disgust. and if it comes to pass, perhaps a reason to chuck a rock or twenty.
http://en.wikinews.org/wiki/Voluntary_sterilization_of_poor_women_proposed_by_Louisiana_state_legislator
in other news brooklyn is treating me very well these days. the fall is settling in and im on the hunt for a used coat. got my eyes out for some slick leather jacket so as to confirm my new status of big city, fuck you im walkin here pal, dweller. and after a string of false hopes and failed attempts it appears(knock on wood) that i have a steady job. im tending a bar in the lower east side of manhattan. its a really cool little joint. owned and run by a couple of cats from jamaica mon. so its a jamaican bar with kind of a china town twist. cool vibe though. i mean any place where the dj regularly spins fela is alright with me. thats right, i get paid to listen to fela. clientel is interesting. lots of iternational folks, islanders and africans for the most part, with the occasional whitey thrown in for token. its good. the take is decent and the fringe benefits are more than few.
so i can breath a little easier for now. money out here... shit man. more like what money? i dont want to even say how much ive dropped in one night with my guard down. suffice to say that its good to be on the other side of the bar for a change.
also, in keeping with my stated goal of dedicating this part of my life to tactile pursuits i have bought a drum set. well setish we'll call it. one of the dudes i was subletting with my first few weeks here is a drummer and jazz student at the new school. so he's been giving me lessons. and we were talking about how i needed something at home to practice on so he just up and gave me a floor tom and rack so i could use it as a bass drum. so i took this nudge by the universe to mean that i should follow suit. so i went a bought a pedal and a bunch of hardware and some cymbals and a practice pad thing. if the job is still looking good in a week im gonna buy a snare. its about fucking time anyway. ive wanted a drum set for like 7 years. plus i figure i should do all this now before my little nest egg is gone.
been reading a bunch, the train is great for that. a kind of ethno-musical analysis/ bio of fela, a retrospective gallery book on serra (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Serra), and ellison's "the invisible man" (which is fucking incredible by the way), and few other odds and ends. as far as music goes i downloaded the j dilla discography which included three "beat tapes" apparently discarded or unfinished works in progress. lots of inspiration there. also im waiting for the nina simone discography to finish up. ive got a few loose ends on my machine and they are in heavy rotation ("rags and iron"). she really is something else, so much power and raw, raw emotion. not to mention virtuosity and humor. woman had it all. oh yeah and Mulatu Astatke, highly recommended.
so thats all for now. peace.
anyway, so im going to pull a jason and post some links.
first we have an interesting article regarding a perplexing cosmic phenomenon, which engenders in one's mind an awe at the experience of living a "life" inside a cellular vessel interacting with other mater and energy in the universe.
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/earth/main.jhtml?view=DETAILS&grid=&xml=/earth/2008/09/24/scispace124.xml
the second is however yet another disheartening testament to the adage that humanity's worst enemies are humans. it is also, for those louisianians out there, yet another reason to hang our heads in shame and roll our eyes in disgust. and if it comes to pass, perhaps a reason to chuck a rock or twenty.
http://en.wikinews.org/wiki/Voluntary_sterilization_of_poor_women_proposed_by_Louisiana_state_legislator
in other news brooklyn is treating me very well these days. the fall is settling in and im on the hunt for a used coat. got my eyes out for some slick leather jacket so as to confirm my new status of big city, fuck you im walkin here pal, dweller. and after a string of false hopes and failed attempts it appears(knock on wood) that i have a steady job. im tending a bar in the lower east side of manhattan. its a really cool little joint. owned and run by a couple of cats from jamaica mon. so its a jamaican bar with kind of a china town twist. cool vibe though. i mean any place where the dj regularly spins fela is alright with me. thats right, i get paid to listen to fela. clientel is interesting. lots of iternational folks, islanders and africans for the most part, with the occasional whitey thrown in for token. its good. the take is decent and the fringe benefits are more than few.
so i can breath a little easier for now. money out here... shit man. more like what money? i dont want to even say how much ive dropped in one night with my guard down. suffice to say that its good to be on the other side of the bar for a change.
also, in keeping with my stated goal of dedicating this part of my life to tactile pursuits i have bought a drum set. well setish we'll call it. one of the dudes i was subletting with my first few weeks here is a drummer and jazz student at the new school. so he's been giving me lessons. and we were talking about how i needed something at home to practice on so he just up and gave me a floor tom and rack so i could use it as a bass drum. so i took this nudge by the universe to mean that i should follow suit. so i went a bought a pedal and a bunch of hardware and some cymbals and a practice pad thing. if the job is still looking good in a week im gonna buy a snare. its about fucking time anyway. ive wanted a drum set for like 7 years. plus i figure i should do all this now before my little nest egg is gone.
been reading a bunch, the train is great for that. a kind of ethno-musical analysis/ bio of fela, a retrospective gallery book on serra (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Richard_Serra), and ellison's "the invisible man" (which is fucking incredible by the way), and few other odds and ends. as far as music goes i downloaded the j dilla discography which included three "beat tapes" apparently discarded or unfinished works in progress. lots of inspiration there. also im waiting for the nina simone discography to finish up. ive got a few loose ends on my machine and they are in heavy rotation ("rags and iron"). she really is something else, so much power and raw, raw emotion. not to mention virtuosity and humor. woman had it all. oh yeah and Mulatu Astatke, highly recommended.
so thats all for now. peace.