drones of fall

indelible

that is the name of the dance company that belongs to an old friend of mine. I am going to be doing some music for them in a couple weeks time. The choreographer asked for a drone - one that changes color and texture about half-way through. I have been daydreaming about that lately. What will the voices be? What will the performance look like?

The assignment is well-timed and fortuitous, as I am just really into droning sounds during this entire period of my life. I can listen to the fanning of water outwards over granules of sand for a long time. The lilting whisper of winds over and though mountains and high hills is the same. Constant yet so ephemeral. Dynamic and static. Cacophonous and soothing. The tympanic membrane flutters in and out like a hummingbird, changing its pulse imperceptibly.

been listening to lots of neurosis in preparation for the project. man i love that band. they are at once so original, dynamic, and utterly crushing. Check out the first three mins of this song from 'the sun that never sets'

hopefully music of my own will be forthcoming. it is nice to be surrounded by people that are so damn busy making art. inspires you to do the same, even when you are juggling a million other things. Don't let the pilot light go out on your creative voice.

bike for sale

From Craig's List...

Bike for sale

What kind of bike? I don't know, I'm not a bike scientist. What I am though is a manly guy looking to sell his bike. This bike is made out of metal and kick ass spokes. The back reflector was taken off, but if you think that deters me from riding at night, you're way wrong. I practiced ninja training in Japan's mount Fuji for 5 years and the first rule they teach about ninja biking is that back reflectors let the enemy know where you are. Not having a rear reflector is like saying "FUCK YOU CAR, JUST TRY AND FIND ME".

The bike says Giant on the side because it's referring to my junk, but rest assured even if you have tiny junk that Giant advertisement is going to remain right where it is. I bought this bike for 300 dollars from a retired mercenary that fought in both World War 1 and World War 2 and had his right arm bitten off by a shark in the Phillipines while stationed there as a shark handler. When he sold it to me I had to arm wrestle him for the honor to buy it. I broke his arm in 7 places when I did. He was so impressed with me he offered me to be his son but I thought that was sissy shit so I said no way.

The bike has some rusted screws, but that just shows how much of a bad ass you are. Everyone knows rusted screws on a bike means that you probably drove it underwater and that's bad ass in itself. Those screws can be replaced with shiny new ones, but if you're going to go to that trouble why not just punch yourself in the balls since you're probably a dickless lizard who doesn't like to look intimidating.

The bike is for men because the seat is flat or some shit and not shaped like a dildo. If you like flat seated bikes you're going to love this thing because it doesn't try to penetrate your ass or anything.

I've topped out at 75 miles per hour on this uphill but if you're just a regular man you'll probably top it out at 10 miles per hour. This thing is listed as a street bike which is man-code for bike tank. The bike has 7 speeds in total:

Gear 1 - Sissy Gear

Gear 2 - Less Sissy Gear

Gear 3 - Least Sissy Gear

Gear 4 - Boy Gear

Gear 5 - Pre-teen Boy Gear

Gear 6 - Manly Gear

Gear 7 - Big Muscles Gear

I only like gear 6 and 7 to be honest.

Additionally, this tool of all immense men comes with a gigantic lock to keep it secure. The lock is the size of a bull's testicles and tells people you don't fuck around with locking up your bike tank. It tells would-be-thieves "Hey asshole, touch this bike and I'll appear from the bushes ready to club you with a two-by-four".

Bike is for 150 OBO (and don't give me no panzy prices)

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fall #2 (my block/daylightsavings)

drive '95

fall 1995

that was when a coworker of mine named margaret, 4 years my senior and so obviously cooler than me (she and i both knew it), gave me the mixtape that introduced me to this ode to autumn. it was the first song on the cassette, and my first exposure to jawbreaker. I remember distinctly the track list written in faded pencil, and the first time listening to the songs against the din of her rickety old car as she gave me a ride home - past the light brown and perfect blue of easton's beach.

the whereabouts of that old tape are sadly unknown. though i imagine that it does exist somewhere still, it has assumed a different life as an enigmatic relic in someone else's collection of bric-a-brac from salad days gone by. it is no longer in my possession.

the song, however, has always been with me, and has always reminded me of the best things about my favorite season. it was playing at the local cafe this morning as i had a coffee with my friend tim.

Margaret. the last time that I remember hanging with her was going to see weston play at the middle east in maybe october '95 (i think). we drove up in her car, which in my mind's eye was barely hanging on during the whole drive up. after that, i don't remember what happened. i seem to remember a trip to foster-glocester to take some photos, but the rest fades into the soft pixelated wisps of forgotten history

the title of this post puns on another song that i saw performed more than once that year, by a boston band that has stuck with me as one of my favorites ever since.

ideas, anyone??