September 11, 2005
Mostly filler, some circus animals
Posting always seems to come in clumps. So be it! Here in NYC, Bad Mama, Big Daddy, and the wonderful pixie Peanut are visiting for the weekend. Peanut is especially adorable. (That loud ticking sound you hear as the page loads is my biological clock. Wow, I am so single. I like going to art galleries, quirky books, and cooking for two. [Update: must be gridiron-sympathetic.])
I encountered a flutist in the subway station the other day, playing at exactly the correct acoustic position. You could hear the music at the subway's entrance, a gorgeous wall of sound. The station extends for at least 100 meters -- a long tunnel that is weirdly under-utilized -- and at the top of the steps leading to the lower platform the man stood lost in his music, looking like a figure from a Greek vase. Pure improvisation, and quite beautiful. The flutist's name is Linton Pate, and while he has a CD (he shyly warned me, "it's unconventional," but hell, I listen to Harry Partch) he has no web presence at all as far as I can tell. Well, now he does.
On the same subway ride I saw a guy with his surfboard out to catch some waves.
I haven't recommended any books lately. Here are two good ones: Encounter with an Angry God, by Carobeth Laird; and Nerve Cells and Insect Behavior, by Kenneth Roeder.
Posted by coyu at September 11, 2005 12:36 AMWell, at least your clock, like mine, has a long-stop date decades from now. Hell, I have time to Mend My Ways, settle down with an xx, raise kids and spoil grandkids.
And frankly, given the quality of xy talent on the rock I inhabit, that's looking better all the time.