I have to listen to this at least once each week. In the words of Sinatra. ‘The perfect marriage of words and music.’
So lucky. Started when I saw the Smiths in 1986 at the Aragon Ballroom in Chicago but it didn’t really hit me until I saw Elton John in 1988. I love a live music show more than anything in the world. Song writing and storytelling are distinct arts and when combined become something much more important. performance and longevity are the inevitable difference makers the ones who can inspire, awe, out live, prove wrong but prove right in the end. I’ve seen
Morrissey, Elliott Smith, Joseph Arthur, Dave Matthews, Bob Dylan, U2, The Cure, The Grateful Dead, Prince and Neil Young more than three times each. But this summer has taken the cake in good fortune having seen Eddie Vedder, Amiee Mann, Neil Young, Bon Jovi, Radiohead, Wilco and Dave Matthews at the Greek in Berkeley (two weeks). Radiohead was at the All Points West Festival featuring a stunning sunset, Manhattan Skyline and the Statue of Liberty not to mention Girl Talk who DJ’d a run featuring Jay-Z, Radionhead (paranoid android) and Isaac Hayes two days before he died. I also finally saw Andrew Bird who went to high school with and blew my mind. These two shots illustrate the vibe.
Yup. The burden of blogging has beaten me again. I believed my blog was blossoming but blo and behold I’m falling behind. I’m 36 years old and I have the confidence, wisdom and arrogance of someone who has 36 year old dentures. I’m not a ‘New Yorker’ as you might think but I do have very strong views about this city, it’s residents and the surrounding ‘mis en scene’. Whether I like it or not, despite all the city has to offer and regardless of the great amount of respect I have for it… two components that are inextricably linked to life here are THE HAMPTONS and BON JOVI. Stop. I know, you hate them both and so do I. There two experiences I know less about and could care less about than ‘Summering in The Hamptons’ or ‘Living on a Prayer with Bon Jovi’. I did both this summer and I’m better because of it. Great line in the NY Times Sunday Magazine today. The article was a memoir about a recovering addict — who was a writer and actually wrote the article. Ohh yeah.. last line…”I now inhabit a life I do not deserve, but we all walk this earth feeling we are frauds. The trick is to be grateful and hope the caper doesn’t end anytime soon.” David Carr (2008) Tell that to GREG NORMAN who is leading the British Open at 53 years old.
INTO THE WILD might be the most influential film I’ve seen since DEAD POETS SOCIETY. I know, the book was better, blah, blah. The film is great and yes, I too hate Sean Penn. Without a doubt the greatest location in the film was Slab City (near Niland, CA). Assuming that Hollywood magic was responsible for the incredible vibe in the film I set out to visit this place. Middle of no where. In fact, I was driving 102mph on this two lane road through desert and I got pulled over. Figuring I was heading to jail I rolled down the window ‘fake crying’ only to find out that I had been pulled over by the border patrol search ‘zone two’ for immigrants. He checked my trunk for a little old mexican lady and let me go. It was like the twilight zone. I made to Slab City and I was astonished to find EVERY detail the same as in the movie. For once…not let down by Hollywood, by hippies or by the desire to be inspired.
My buddy Tim sent me this sweet link to site that creates visual art out of written words. I assume it’s a pretty simple java app but the results are kind of fun. I submit a journal I wrote about 10 years ago and this is what it looks like.