Monthly Archives: January 2013

ACOCK

tonight, Chris and i attended the San Francisco Symphony for a night of concertos (Vivaldi, Bach), a divertimento (Mozart), and a serenade (Mozart).

they dazzled, as expected. also as expected, due to my green and clear high, the musicians raised my mind higher and higher where the wind blows stronger than a legion of breezes.

he’s a hustler first
you only discover when
“friend” he does define.

some people don’t deserve more than a haiku. some people deserve fourteen fantastic lines laid lovingly on a heart-shaped mirror while others hear epic poems describing their lives from across the river Styx.

one of my best friend’s best friends from childhood died tonight. Continue reading

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flâneur

in which the Tunnel decides to sell Dorothy. Continue reading

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dancing queen

Patti Smith is still alive; i slept with her last night. and by Patti Smith,
i mean woman wild, independent wedding band love child with
long hair hanging long socks hanging long legs hanging long
down to the floor, down to the floor.

eyeliner be damned she kisses the ground like a fucking
sovereign beggar could wait all eternity for the perfect cup of tea
to splash her into sweet and black milk laughter.

she’s not a singer
she’s no singer
she? sing?
the very last thing.

she’s a singer
such a singer
venom-sucking
silver throat stinger.

like a bowling alley thunderstorm booming across the Chicago sky, smiling
cocaine naught but bourbon, greens, and warm, warm sheets, i think

holy shit! she’s the devil, dancing queen. Continue reading

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twelve-bar blues

i’m in a really good mood right now, and it feels like a comet. that is, this ain’t no flash in the pan but rather something with a tail extending many, many days into the past. here are reasons why:

— i am.
— i am currently listening to the nearly 30 minute version of “Dazed and Confused” found on Led Zeppelin’s The Song Remains the Same.
— i’ve been playing music regularly, be it drum, bass, or vinyl.
— Chris and i can cook a damn good breakfast.
— i’ve been reading a little bit, splitting my time between Joseph Conrad’s Lord Jim and the Qur’an.
— i experienced Thee Oh Sees live twice this weekend.
— girls seem to like me.
— i love Tina.
— work isn’t getting me down.
— American rye whiskey and bourbon.
— Big Sur, specifically Julia Pfeiffer Burns State Park and the Pacific Ocean it kisses.
— 100 MPH on the PCH. Continue reading

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my favorite singles from 2012

i wonder what beautiful music from 2012 i will discover… in 2013. Continue reading

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Facebook knows

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pizza pizza

“so you going to work?” asked the cabbie. it was the first word to be spoken, and we were already halfway to my destination.

“thinking about it,” i replied a couple seconds later. the day before, our CEO had said we could take friday morning off so that we would really indulge in our thursday night holiday party. indulge, i did.

“where do you work?”

“a startup.”

he laughed… “like everyone in this city.”

“yeah. you either work at a tech startup, an ad agency, or you’re an artist.”

“right.”

couple moments of silence, i didn’t even realize that bermuda is the perfect amalgamation of those three professions i had just listed. me, the tech marketer. Chris, the ad producer. and Alex, the artist… or something.

“what does your startup do?”

“oh, you’re going to love this. we do social media.”

he laughed even harder the first time, but i wasn’t done yet. i’d been through this before, you know.

“yeah, it gets better. i work on the marketing team doing social media. so, basically, i do social media for the company that helps other companies do social media.”

he laughed his hardest at the tech fuckfest sitting in his backseat. good times.

i love when the thing is the thing. like when the couplet about true wit is itself witty:

True Wit is Nature to advantage dress’d
What oft was thought, but ne’er so well express’d

or when the saying is short enough to be so:

Brevity is the soul of wit.

i love when music is about music. Continue reading

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my favorite albums from 2012

all the important decades are here except the 90s. Continue reading

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