Yesterday evening I was at the Tibetan Store on MacDougal looking for some Buddhist Monk Chanting sounds, when I came across a large tooth, root-set in silver, a charm for a necklace. I asked the shop owner what kind of tooth it might be. He was printing out invoice sheets in case a customer happened to purchase an out-of-stock item. He showed them ( Read more... )

Tonight is No Fun Fest!Last week I saw Iannis Xenakis live at AFA because I got off work late and missed the K. Anger screening I'd wanted to attend. Our seats were near a subwoofer and multichannel magnetic tape was being manipulated into a frenzy of percolating bloops. I was tired from a 10+ hour workday and very hungry, and the force of the ( Read more... )

My roommates has just duct-taped me to the floor when the neighbors rang our doorbell. We had Zach's dissassembled drum set scattered about the room and had just finished banging on it to Nirvana's Live in Rome February 22 1994 recording and some early 80s Michael Jackson. Before that we'd been dogpiling and tagteam wrestling. Matt and I assumed ( Read more... )

Thank you, Tyler, for Moon & Moon last midnight. D. Banhart is sitting on the stage between the two guys you can see clearly in the photo, but he was wearing all dark colors and his hair is black and covering his face so you can't even tell he's there.


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I went to City Island this past weekend, the Seaport of the Bronx. Cara lives there, and she and Ben and I stole through the slit in the chain link fence down the wall keeping back the sea and walked along the beach. The beach had gray rocks on it, on top of sand and covered in hair, and this long green hair was the color of a Heineken glass beer ( Read more... )

HEY! There was some bird party outside the kitchen winders the other afternoon. Avian mixer of sorts, loud, fat little birds, brown and yelling and ruffling. So loud! So fat and ruffly! All perched on the window bars. I saw one in the midst of elimination, two feet from my face. First time I've ever seen that, little nether feathers parting like I ( Read more... )

Mr. Deltoid and The Friendly Gray Flagelloid Brigade herald, with below show of affection, New Country that only exists in the USPS:

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"Hogan loved to jam out as he wrapped the huge pythons around his quivering bass guitar ( Read more... )

One P. Johnson, mathematics man extraordinaire, has pointed out to me that my ".666 in decimal form" comment from below's entry doesn't make any sense. That's because I meant in fraction form, as in 2/3, except 23 wholes instead of fewer than one. So much for proofreading ( Read more... )

Last week at Webster Hall, D. Banhart called the venue Crowleyan. This is true, in a generic zodiacal depictions and pseudothelemic checkered dance floor sort of way. Faun Fables is playing there this Friday, but I have to work ( Read more... )