I recently enjoyed performances by Swedish electronic and improvisational musicians at the ISSUE Project Room, an experimental performance space set in a beautiful historic downtown Brooklyn hall, curiously lined with colored rectilinear sound-absorption panels throughout the interior. The space itself -- intersecting with structures and machinery for colored lights, projection and sound -- already looks like an art installation, and the performances were intense and engulfing (and admittedly at times, deafening). Nonetheless, it's a pretty amazing place. Looking forward to checking out more here.
Hiking upstate in a forest of yellow, oranges and greens -- one of the best ways to clear the mind and prep the soul for the oncoming cold front.
I love to be consumed by epic sound+vision. Dark room. Film projection. Live music. Art. When the band No Age performed an original soundtrack for The Bear at the New Museum in 2009, I wished I could see it again every weekend. Last week I had the great fortune of catching both We Have an Anchor, Jem Cohen's collaboration with Fugazi's Guy Picciotto and Dirty Three's Jim White (amongst other rockstars), and the 11-screen installation Massive Attack V Adam Curtis (the brilliant filmmaker behind The Century of the Self). The former: exquisite, meditative, patient and sublime, with the most beautiful muted colors, quiet vast landscapes and moody score. The latter: inquisitive, buzzing, paranoid and loud, with fascinating interconnected narratives and imagery from Siberian punk to CalArts to Jane Fonda to Prozac and more. Entirely different, both amazing.
Oh running in Northern California is so painfully scenic. The perfect breeze. Sunny and cool. Jurassic Park ferns and Lord of the Rings trees. Prospect Park I still love you, but...
I spent a week in August on the road in New Mexico with TKOH, collecting stories for Totem's first pilot program. Hearing the experiences of ranching families, growing up breaking horses and working off the land, was incredible. I was in awe of their strength after surviving such hardship through the Great Depression, WWII and a lifetime of back-breaking labor; but charmed by the sweetness in their voices as they reminisced over the small moments with their loved ones. What really matters after it all? Family. Hard work. Truth. God. And a man's handshake.
Launching this site marks a new chapter for me. Many good things have happened. And I feel myself moving forward with a brightened perspective, excited for the adventures ahead. Thank you for visiting. Many more tweaks to come here. Please bear with me as I pull things together.