Last Saturday I returned to Book Club, C’ville’s music-venue-in-an-afterhours-bookstore, opening for some casually virtuosic student shoegazers and some peddlers of self-described “slutty goth-punk”. All of whom were very young and very talented. To be very honest, for the majority of the day preceding the show, I was wrestling with some kind of nondescript malaise and... Continue Reading →
2024 in a nutshell: I dedicated myself to filling the vacancies that created the desire that has traditionally gotten me in trouble, and fought tooth and nail to see the things that do not serve me as inherently unattractive. Progress is a series of small revelations, and it is not always linear. Highlights: I busted... Continue Reading →
In the early 2000s, we female-type creatures with burgeoning sapphic feelings had t.A.T.u’s anthem “All the Things She Said” to swoon over on a famishing Friday night. Deep down, I am sure the skeptics among us fully suspected that the sensuous duo was all a product manufactured by dirty old men in a boardroom… but... Continue Reading →
I’ve probably mentioned before that as a little kid I used to make tapes of a pretend radio station called “K23: Greek music, relaxing hits, and information” (the station ID I delivered in an abrasively singsong tone). I conducted make-believe interviews, gave talk-radio-style commentary, improvised commercials where I hollered about products being on sale for... Continue Reading →
I like to put vids out on long weekends. I was thinking about Cat Power today, so I did something that has been a long time coming (though till today I didn’t know quite how to go about it) and that has a ton of significance to me. It’s a cobbling together of “The Greatest”... Continue Reading →
Full disclosure: though at the start of this year I was doing everything I could to let folks know I was able and willing to perform live, I didn’t really expect it to happen anytime soon. I have no name recognition and did my best for the majority of my fifteen+ years in this town... Continue Reading →
A couple years ago I bought a vintage trunk and stored some old accomplishments away in it. I dragged it out today and went through a thick pile of papers from college and grad school. I had saved surviving things from those days indiscriminately. But as I leafed through them today, it seemed clear to... Continue Reading →
Consider this an epilogue to the last entry. Been listening to a lot of Aimee Mann this weekend; to me she's always been the sound of stiffly picking yourself up after a fall. (Photo: My new and improved jars - see yesterday's entry to get what I'm on about. Note: I usually have a distaste... Continue Reading →
If I'd read the voice of Holden Caulfield as a teenager, I'm sure I would have fallen in love like all those other boys and girls did before me. Mercifully, though, Catcher was one of those staples I somehow missed, probably for focusing on whatever other staples a teacher was force-feeding me at the time.... Continue Reading →
The Sold Kingdom 