Some important changes in my life took root in the spring of 2013, really starting on March 5 to be exact. There were two recordings I listened to obsessively those spring months, that really became a soundtrack for the time. These recordings spoke to my feelings and needs, and the kinds of changes I wanted… More The Soundtrack of Spring 2013
When I first left college, I ended up working at the Tattered Cover, a very famous bookstore in Denver. It was actually a great job to have right out of school; I love books, plus there were a lot of interesting people of all ages, artists and intellectuals of every variety. I became very good… More Solo Subversion
How IS loving somebody wrong? I mean, Jesus himself said, “I will know you by how you love one another.” It’s what we’re supposed to do. And it is challenging. But like many challenging things it’s also extremely rewarding. Loving people is hard. People are infuriating. They don’t do things my way. But I gotta… More Lunch Date
He is not saying, he is painting. I spent most of morning scanning negatives I made in Denver a few weeks back and listening to John Cage read some of his work about Robert Rauschenberg, Jasper Johns, and Marcel Duchamp. The dirt unceasingly does my thinking. It was a rather beautiful combination, actually. You are… More He Regrets That We Cannot See the Paint Dripping
It was kind of a slow night at gamelan rehearsal last night. I can’t tell a lie, I gotta little bored and started looking at some photobooks I got out of the library just before rehearsal. It was a nice combination, Javanese gamelan and Robert Adams’ photographs, the book Turning Back. They are mostly pictures of… More Turning Back
So I finally started reading Patti Smith’s memoir, Just Kids. Early in the book, she writes about her life with her family in New Jersey and Philadelphia. She recounts her mother teaching her prayers, her daily prayers before bed. Most interesting here, however, is that as she grows older she learns to understand prayer a… More Silence and Prayer
Same days I feel the same, like nothing about me changes. The same self just flowing through different circumstances. Some days I feel like I am becoming something new, like my self is still being realized.