On heavy rotation lately around the crib.
For the last two months, I have listened to about forty hours of Steve Roach’s music every week.
Hasn’t left my car in weeks. Sounds best with the windows down.
Over the last several weeks, I have returned to Neroli, as I do every summer. I am presently working on Love What Lasts, my fourth book. Love What Lasts began as a book about art, but is quickly becoming a clearinghouse for every idea I’ve had since finishing How To Be Unlucky. Regardless, Neroli hasContinue reading “Summer (Writing Project)”
The weather just turned perfect for Kill For Love.
Charlie Chaplin’s Limelight (1952) was remarkable. “That’s all any of us are: amateurs. We don’t live long enough to be anything else.”
One of my all-time favorite songs sounds more appropriate than ever.
I’ve been listening to this one for several days straight.
Erik Satie wrote laconic music for a pedestrian, contemplative world touched by melancholy. At the moment, he sounds about right.