Never Records

I’ll be part of an art exhibition/installation in NYC called Never Records, opening this Friday 1/15 in the former Tower Records space. The concept is art and photography presented in the form of mock album covers, music posters, etc (I did a 3x3 foot ‘album cover’ for my Eastern Europe project). Great to share space with work by, among others, X frontwoman Exene Cervenka and the late Dee Dee Ramone.

A Village Voice blurb is here, or visit the event website. Should be a cool show, thanks to organizer Ted Rierderer for bringing me into it.

To Blog or Not

I just re-read some of the old posts from my original blog. Now there’s a guy with time and mental energy to think, write, spin little connections in the ether… Meaning there’s a guy without a three-year-old child and a teaching job!

For me, reading some of the lengthier posts now, just a few years later, feels like an old person watching an acrobat in rueful amazement. These days I would probably just post a link and roll over to sleep. I guess having kids will do that to you, but it was a good reminder to try to hold on to those little inspirations and musings. I actually have printed out the old blog for Sofia. Hopefully someday she’ll know her daddy a little better if she ever reads it.

Magic Trick

So the magician asks everyone in the crowd to choose a three-digit number. I think of 437. He calls on someone else to announce their number, and they say 437. And that wasn’t even the actual trick yet! Real magic in the form of bizarre coincidence…

Day After Tomorrow

I close my eyes
Every night
And I dream that I can hold you
They fill us full of lies
Everyone buys
About what it means to be a soldier
I still don’t know how I’m supposed to feel
About all the blood that’s been spilled
Look out on the street
Get me back home
On the day after tomorrow

from Day After Tomorrow, by Tom Waits

Artists have struggled to make meaningful statements about the Iraq War. Certainly compared to the Vietnam era, artists have been surprisingly quiet, even after early problems with speaking out (ask the Dixie Chicks) subsided. Movies about Iraq have pretty much bombed, no pun intended. Tom Waits got it right by stripping things down to a soldier’s poignant and ambivalent letter home. Great song.