28 August 2009

M Y M O T H E R





I was told today that my sister and I might be the only good things that ever happened to her.

A rebel, an escape artist, an ex-patriot ... I was carried in the womb of a fighter.  Her uprising carried her loops around the world's center.  Scraped and scarred by the brush, her wounds only remain skin deep. She wakes each morning,  walking slowly along the path in exploration and growing flowers from her fingertips.

How can this be?  With an apple-sized heart and two tiny eyes, she still sparkles.


25 August 2009

N O W I K N O W H O W J O A N O F A R C F E L T



While in NYC this past weekend, my friends and I decided to ring in my birthday at good old Sway for Morrissey Night.  Morrissey night is a total hipster night in the most typical fashion.  But I have to say its one of the most long-running and reliable dance parties I know of in the city.  Admittedly, I've dropped by Sway many a times while working in NYC and it's been this way for years.  If you ask my opinion, I would agree to say that people (for the most part) do not dance in NYC.  So arriving to a raging dance floor with kids moshing to post-punk and Brit pop is never really a let down.

There are three songs that will always get me on the dance floor at Morrissey Night  I could have two broken legs and if any of these three songs came on, you'd find me legless and electrified in the middle of the pit.  Sure enough they played all three of these golden tunes last Sunday - a perfect way to start a new year.



24 August 2009

B I R T H D A Y A N X I E T Y



It's my birthday.  That means I'm dwelling on my questionable successes and confirmed failures.  There was a time when I couldn't wait to grow older, have my freedom, have my way.  Its 2009 and here I am working in NYC wondering how its inhabitants came to be here.  I myself have been on the edge of NYC for the last decade, but instead have remained in Los Angeles, moving everyday closer to skid row.  Is it a subconscious magnetism to the tent dwellers?  The life of the starving artist.  Are they the ones with the right fuck-all idea of giving up the fight to remain in society?  Maybe.  Or maybe I just need another few weeks in Europe.  It seemed to cure most ailments the last time.

11 August 2009

Mayyyjah Layyyzahhh


Major Lazer "Pon De Floor" from Eric Wareheim on Vimeo.


Major Lazer's Pon De Floor: a total guilty pleasure.  Apparently its called Dagger Dancing - I wonder if there's a Daggering Academy out there in the islands somewhere.