Johnny Marr Live in Detroit at the Magic Stick

Friday night I took my son who was turning 15 at the stroke of midnight and his best friend for a surprise concert in Detroit at the Magic Stick. They had no idea who Johnny Marr is (Lead guitarist and co-writer of all the Songs by The Smiths) or how good a performer he is. We get to the show just after is sells out! SHIT! OK now what are our choices? We left and on driving around Detroit I went trying to find something for two 14 year old to do. Well we could of went to see the Michael Jackson Prince Experience at St. Andrews. I don't think that would have made it a good birthday, memorable, not good memories, but is was a show.What do you do?
Back to the Johnny Marr Show I went!
I went in and have begged the doorman with no luck, prowled outside for scalpers. No luck. And then as it always happens to me I met someone from my past, those friends just keep appearing, and I got a little special treatment. 5 minutes later I went out front to the car and told the boys to get out we are going to a show.
The place was packed and the kids were definitely the youngest ones there. I got them up front and Johnny Marr was freaking incredible mixing in The Smiths songs with his own. "Big Mouth Strikes Again" was mind blowing and he ended with "How Soon is Now"
Great gift to my son and his friend which I topped of with tee shirts for both and a signed band poster for his birthday.
I think Johnny has some new fans..........

Johnny Marr - Magic Stick Detroit

Finn Juhl Model 45 Chair 1945 It's amazing what you can find in the garage!

Cleaning out the garage of old items and items not needed in this future life, I cam upon my Finn Juhl Chair. This "Model 45" chair was designed in 1945 and was a historic chair as it separated the seat and from the frame differently from chair of the past. Upside down on top of some other danish chairs, I had forgotten about it and it's purchase from a inner city dimly lit flea market in the 1990's. Water dripping down the walls and buckets catching it in other places, I rescued this chair and three Paul McCobb tables on the ugliest of days. What a find and and the rest of the day I was hopping around like a drugged rabbit.

Finn Juhl Model 45 Chair 1945

Regaining my footage and getting happy again

Ok, I think I am getting happy again. There are people who care and each one at different levels of thoughtfulness and compassion. Coming back sure has not been easy and I wish to thank all my friends for being true, full of compassion and for just being there. Where did they all the notion to contact me when I did not ask for help? I just don’t know how it happened, but I am glad it did.

Lost it all and now I'm back. I have a great warm feeling from my friends who have turned out to be closer than the phrase “extended family”.

I have always seen a light of optimism, but now the light is very bright and most of all I found I did not lose a part of me I was not even worried about, for if I lost it would have been fine, the ability to love. I am not looking for what I was when I was younger, the crazy lust, incredible beauty with the possibility of finding someone on my mental level. Well I took on a first wife which was a complete beauty (model) which was a major project mentally. It did not work and she went off the deep, deep end on drugs, never to come back as the person I married. My second wife and mother of my children is an incredible beauty, wonderful mother and very intelligent. She just wants to go her own way and I respect her for that. She loves me for sure; she is just not “In love with me” the way it takes to have a functional marriage. I understand it, I didn’t want to, but let bygones be bygones and move on. In all relationships I took care of everything (except we jointly raised wonderful children in my second marriage) and now I am done being the slave that I made of myself.

Just knowing I am fine, understanding my pasty relationships with the support of so many has enabled me to move on and give me confidence. I think I am getting happy again this Vintage Man.

MARCEL BREUER LONG CHAIR put away long ago. Early Mid Century Modern

Well moving some items I cam upon this Marcel Breuer "Long Chair" stacked on top of some chrome couches in my storage. It's been years since i brought this out and it looks like I might add this to the items I may sell. The design dates back to 1936 and was first manufactured for Breuer by Isokon Furniture. The one I have could be very early, but let's not estimate things like this when you REALLY don't know! Manufactured in laminated birch ply, angled back-rest and shaped seat of one continuous piece of moulded plywood with a thin cloth original upholstery which I purchased in the mid eighties. I a hard thing to part with, but sooner or later you can't be laid to rest in a chair.

MARCEL BREUER LONG CHAIR
DESIGNED 1936, EXECUTED Most likely 1960's or before
laminated beech and upholstery

Diego Rivera Parchment Paper Book with prints 1940’s

Digging through my items I came across the below Diego Rivera Parchment Paper book with 12 superb prints of Mexican Frescos. It has the original ties and is in excellent condition. Not your ordinary find in a pile of items I purchased years ago and just rediscovered. The prints are wonderful and show the feeling and Diego’s most important frescos over the years from the 1920’s through the 1940’s.  A real treasure which every time I look at it makes my mind travel toward his and emits emotions which are not explainable. En

joy as I do.

Life and the Gorillaz Hong Kong at the Fox Theater in Detroit

Sometime I get very melancholy and drift in my mind of to some other land. I lose my surroundings and replace them with a paradise and a world where troubles melt into the sunset. In these moments deep in my mind I drift off to a very quiet place and then it comes. The sounds of everything around e are amplified so that the sound of just touching a surface or the wind in my hair gently comforts me. In these moments the sound in my head turns to the music implanted in my head and very often it turns to the Gorillaz – Hong Kong. I went to see them with my son who was twelve at the time. The show was at the Fox Theater in Detroit and we ended up against the stage placed there by an unknown elderly security guard who just motioned us down from the 4^th row (outside the orchestra pit so not really the 4^th row). When they played Hong Kong I left the theater in an out of body experience and thank god when it was over I was still standing next to my son.

As this is a part of me, I must post this.

More support and love and caring from a fellow Cancer

Well this will be short, but I just had the best evening out in more than a year. Well there is nothing like some cocktails, conversation and a very supportive friend to give you a much needed shove. This shove opened up my own ambitions to get me to the next level. A friend of a friend who I knew for years casually and we finally hooked up and found we are both Cancers born in July and we are the classic givers going through life without taking anything. LIKE NOTHING. The hundreds of thousands I have given throughout my life and I feel like a dog waiting and waiting to get just one pat on the head.

Someone has given me the key to opening up my raw confidence not just the normal confidence which has gotten me through all the shit that has been thrown at me.

Amazing! I ended the night and the only thing I gave was my open heart and soul and what I received was the others heart and soul. It's been way too long for something like this to happen to me

SMILE

Who is this Mid Century Artist? The identification of art, something I do not know.

I have collected many items as a Vintage Man over the years which many have labels or clear signatures. There are items you pick up which were painted or crafted in a basement or beautiful surrounding by an artist who never sold or showed. They kept the art to themselves or their family or loved ones. They may have been a complete loner who placed the invisible barrier around them for whatever the reason. I have written painted, sculpted, photographed and built furniture of wood, steel and glass over the years and I am the only one who has viewed most it. Its personnel to me and when I die, who will know what I was going for or what is the composition about? I have a huge collection of books on the arts and their period which over the years have helped me identify the work, but many items are unidentified.  I was hoping one day to have that significant other with the some of the same “loves and hates”, but right now that does not seem possible.

Below is a painting which was a gift by a early 1980’ girlfriend/mentor which origin is unknown to me other than it came from Toronto and it means so very much to me.

Boston, the Marathon, The Bombers and Politics - What I am sick of!

I just can't shut up on this issue. Some whack jobs try and make a statement and end up killing and injuring part of the community which actually is proactive and uses their city and not abuses it. What turns out is we spend millions protecting the citizens for security and during the man hunt while the political worlds and the news media look at this moment as a opportunity to get into the spotlight or expand their careers.
Sick and we will not stop hearing about this as they all patting themselves on the back for the great job they have done and every angle they covered. Yes, the politicians, even the ones from the surrounding area (NOT THE IMMEDIATE AREA who are doing their public service), are giving news conferences and speeches and the news Media is going to interview a goat if it furthers their career or gets them better ratings.

I am sick of this bullshit 

But I am proud of:

The People of the City of Boston and the State of Massachusetts
Local Police
Hospital personnel
Emergency crews
Fire fighters
State Police,
SWAT teams
FBI
CIA, NSA, or any other three lettered agency
Outside agencies - State federal and non profits
The people who just came to visit Boston
Who served them all the food, who were just there to hold a hand, comfort a soul and who stayed
                  stayed when everyone fled and helped without asking.

The political aspect.
Spend all your words you political idiots on the right or left I don't care and work in your state legislatures and Washington and get off my TV.

The Media

Just shut up and stop playing the same thing over and over until the next crisis. You are NOT important and stop telling me your name before and after every report. I don't care. Do a telethon and raise money for the families of the dead and injured, but besides that, shut up.

The Vintage Men's Clothing and Ryan Gosling's new movie he is directing in Detroit

We here we go on a new trip off to somewhere unknown. I a meeting with a stylist for men's wardrobe for the "How to catch a Monster" film looking for period clothing for the new movie Ryan Gosling is directing. It will be very easy for me as I have a racks and racks of Vintage men's clothing and they are already working with us on the women's wardrobe. Rent, buy, credits or whatever here it comes, business and connections I don't know anything about.
One thing for sure, as much as I try to hide, there is always a new direction and opportunities all around me.

1950’s and 1960’s Swedish Ceramics Upsala-Ekeby by Mari Simmulson

My love of Ceramics runs core deep. My love of Northern European Ceramics is a huge leap beyond. It seems their techniques, glazes, shapes and figurative styles in Glass and Ceramics touches a solid part of me which drives me for more. We’ll more and more and more! This is from a 1980’s purchase from Toronto in which I was lucky enough to have the three pieces come together for a single buy. I think I looked like a rabbit bounding around the street after I got them. I bought some Charles Eames and a Bruno Mathsson Super Ellipse Table during the same trip, but these pieces made the trip worthwhile. 

Finding the Balance Between my Modern and Vintage Lives - Living in the the real Mid-Century, Eames, Woodcuts, Sculpture and Ceramics

I am perfecting the Mid-Century surroundings, internal Vintage Man that I am and the modern world around me.  Overwhelming confidence is building to a crescendo which I know no crest, no finish, and no end stop.  Finally I am in a situation of moving in forward motion with the confidence of the question of knowledge and the pursuit of a new beginning. Each step is forward and only small obstructions are in my way.

 As I dig for items and my way I am again comfortable in my own skin. This allows me to again deeply care for others and spend less time worrying about my fate and obliterating and sense of selfishness. I have always been a giver and I need not much from others. Crazy I know, but I have not found one in years who can read me and assume the equal role of giving to me, in kindness or in their actions and thing which you could call equal to my giving to them.  I do not require the equality, although many say I should demand it as I am easily used for my overextending kindness and compassion.

In this rearranging of my life I find objects and friends who fill this void, if indeed there is one. The objects are newly found from years back in my collection and the friends are coming out of the woodwork! Again friends this week came from out of town and went out of their way to find my newer surroundings and spend time in concern and celebration of our friendship. For this I love them like sisters and brothers and will be in their dept forever. It brings me back the pleasures, laughter, love and decadence we enjoyed. It makes me act more normal than a man in a classic tragedy in a Opera.

The objects  which bring me back are like new found discoveries bringing back the memories of their find and how and when I displayed them. Here are a few Vintage items to share.

Charles Eames from the 1950's with the original vintage rare "Cat's Cradle"  base

Wood Cut, Ceramics and Two Sculptures

Jumping off the cliff, selling Vintage and Soft Cell's Memorabilia

Well here I go. I have committed myself in deep here by arranging to start selling items at a very nice Flea Market on Sundays. Something I never thought I would do was going and set up. I am a consummate buyer of items of Vintage and now it’s time to start paring down the pile to only certain items of memorabilia. I love that word Memorabilia. The first time I heard the word was in late 1978 in New York at The Mudd Club while I was careening around the dance floor. I Bought the Import Single before returning to Michigan and played it for all in those deeply intoxicating days. The words fit me well as I had in the earlier year started collecting Vintage Clothes and Furniture.

And so it starts with the picking and choosing if the items of memorabilia which I will keep, gaze upon, covet and then pass down to my children. It’s exciting and violating to say the least, but I have a month to wade through boxes and storage areas to begin the dance of selling my Memorabilia.

Soft Cell - Memorabilia

part of the lyrics............

I collect, I reject
Memorabilia
Memorabilia

I like little bits of glassware
Ashtrays with inscriptions
Plastic things on pencils
Bits of mass production

Postcards, pretty pictures
Little bits of plastic
Covering up the bedroom
To show you I´ve been there
To show you I´ve been there

The very private Artist and friend Monica Molinaro

I know Monica, yep I do and I know her better than most men I bet. Maybe almost any man, for sure any man that I have met that know her. I have not been intimate with her, but I know her and she is one of the persons in my life who I can feel and not be closer than a thousand miles. I have experienced things, discussed things, seen things and participated in things which only Monica and I can and will discuss. Sometimes I think we have our own language and others I feel that her breath and what it speaks is my teacher. I always miss her, but hardly see her. Is that not the truth that persons say to each other at funerals.
They cry and cry and say they cannot live without this person, but they did. So I say shut the fuck up and say that you enjoyed their company, but you were too busy with the mundane things in life to spend some real time with the real fucker laying dead there. Where this when to I just don't know as you know this is my non grammatical and nonsensical blog for myself. What the hell does this have to do with Monica? I am surrounded by painting of Monica! They  are all over my house, in notes,, drawers, boxes and mostly in my head.
Her is some of her art, Monica Molinaro to share with you.

More from my friend Alan Sanchez

Forwarded to me from France during the last few years, here are some more paintings from Alan Sanchez

Detroit/French Artist Alan Sanchez

I have a friend and let's keep it as a friend, that I know what ever he has on his plate he would share with me. If my goblet is empty he would give me half and if I need shelter he would hold his coat above my body. He may also do thing which are sultry and wild which show the wonderful side of my artist friend. Alan Sanchez is one of those persons who is an artist. He does not try and be an artist or put on the artist face when he is in front of a crowd, he just is one. I have many mementos from items he gratefully gave me and others I have  acquired over the years which I will post as i love them. He is as happy as I in his last message from France, hard life but happy as his woman is with child. From me to anyone, Artist, and hopefully still my friend Alan Sanchez.

When all breaks loose, is it time to stop smoking?

Well I have done it! I put the devil sticks down. When all hell has broken loose and I am holding on to my ass flying through the air, I have stopped smoking. My crutch, pass time device, or should I call it the items which keep people away from me, just got too far under my skin. The problem is I feel great smoking or not. It’s not like it slows me down or I cannot breath well, I just overcome this with internal strength. It sucks, it’s killing me, and it smells like hell are just of the wonderful reasons to stop smoking, but that’s not why I have. The only reason I started was my wife smokes and it was something we did together. The shit you will do for others. Then once you get hooked, it becomes normal for you.  I stopped right after I separated (for months) and then we started having discussions and I bummed a smoke with her and then as always, you just buy your own pack. Well I am done with her and I am done with cigarettes. That’s it I said it and let’s just move forward.

Trying to stay away from 330.1401 Penal Code in my mind

OK, so I post allot, but as I have said, this is for me and I am almost sure this will only be read over in my mind and not others. It’s like putting a post on Saturn, no one has ever been there and when they do get there I will be gone.

Cracking up is the easy way out for those who do not have the responsibility I have no choice as I am the provider of many and the "Rock" that keeps them together. It sucks. Only I have put myself in this position. The Vintage Man that I am has to show the strength and perseverance to overcome all obstacles. This is one of the reasons my wife married me as she states. The "Man in me" as some would say. When all falls down, I must be standing. I have shown this through my life no matter how miserable it is or affects me.

It is not easy to keep it together when the gale force winds of pain are flying at me. The strength I received from my relationship is gone as I have been casted off. Trying to stay sane while drifting in and out of insanity with no help has turned into a difficult challenge for me I have gone to some counseling help, but in the end it just starts me thinking more and more and the reason I sat in the chair becomes irrelevant.

So I just read over and over and try to remember the Penal Code when I am alone. Those points are like dodging a truck, which as this Vintage Man I have done all my life.

MICH. COMP. LAWS ANN. § 330.1401. (1) As used in this chapter, "person requiring treatment" means (a), (b),(c), or (d):

(a) An individual who has mental illness, and who as a result of that mental illness can reasonably be expected within the near future to intentionally or unintentionally seriously physically injure himself, herself, or another individual, and who has engaged in an act or acts or made significant threats that are substantially supportive of the expectation.

(b) An individual who has mental illness, and who as a result of that mental illness is unable to attend to those of his or her basic physical needs such as food, clothing, or shelter that must be attended to in order for the individual to avoid serious harm in the near future, and who has demonstrated that inability by failing to attend to those basic physical needs.

(c) An individual who has mental illness, whose judgment is so impaired that he or she is unable to understand his or her need for treatment and whose continued behavior as the result of this mental illness can reasonably be expected, on the basis of competent clinical opinion, to result in significant physical harm to himself, herself, or others. This individual shall receive involuntary mental health treatment initially only under the provisions of sections 434 through 438.

(d) An individual who has mental illness, whose understanding of the need for treatment is impaired to the point that he or she is unlikely to participate in treatment voluntarily, who is currently non compliant with treatment that has been recommended by a mental health professional and that has been determined to be necessary to prevent a relapse or harmful deterioration of his or her condition, and whose noncompliance with treatment has been a factor in the individuals placement in a psychiatric hospital, prison, or jail at least 2 times within the last 48 months or whose noncompliance with treatment has been a factor in the individuals committing 1 or more acts, attempts, or threats of serious violent behavior within the last 48 months. An individual under this subdivision is only eligible to receive assisted outpatient treatment under section 433 or 469a.

Confidence in Sculpture - The Vintage Moment I have been looking for

Something remarkable has happened. I was finally reading the manual for my Nikon D3000 as I have so much time on my hands and something happened. I have a clay head bust which I just acquired and was working with the setting on the Nikon and I realized I could hide behind the lens in anonymity. This is my comfort level with no doubt. I have had a saying all life, "I am not for public display". I have always allowed all around me to take the credit or limelight. In our Vintage Clothing Store I have stayed out of the front of the camera lens, have no card, go to very minimal events, never gave an interview, always had my name hidden to most and never boasted as the “owner”. Never mind all the work I put in building the stores, the business is in my name, purchasing much of the product, paying for 95% all these years and always promoting my wife as the creator. I was in the Vintage world in the 1970’s, sold clothing in 1980 to other Vintage stores and lived in Vintage Clothing. I do not want praise or recognition for this. She is the creator, she lives it all day and in her dreams, it just is what it is. The dream and face of our store is my wife and she deserves all and I am most comfortable relish the background even if it puts me in the back seat with a blanket over my existence. I am happy proud of my wife, all her extremely hard work and happy she has found her dream and love even if her love and dreams now do not include me. She is a good woman who has not treated me rudely or incorrectly but, such is life.

So I completely realize I will not be the one in the front or face of a new Vintage business although I have piles of it which must go.

It was looking for a partner to do this with as I am inundated with pile and boxes of Vintage items. I almost went back to work with her to just to rid myself of the items around me which remind me of this long gone and past relationship. But, I have a new avenue with just looking through the lens of the camera at this clay sculpture. 

Mid Century Ceramics Lost and Found

As you sift through all your shit from years and years of collecting you’re often surprised by the finds in your own home that were forgotten. It's like going out looking for a day finding nothing, but, it was there all along under your nose. You just don't find items like these at a regular shop, home or flea market. They are gobbled up by someone trying to make quick money on Ebay who has no idea of collecting or real value. The bring it home and look it up and then price it like it was the most incredible piece ever. For me it was the experiences which these pieces bring back which warms my thoughts. I am not collecting to hoard or keep and never sell. It is my intention to pass it down or sell for the need of my children's higher education. I don't have to have these items, it's not a passion except in the surrounding of me understanding and researching the items as a lover of Vintage items and the world they came from. From these findings I add to my knowledge and carefully shape my world. I am not as careful as I should be no doubt. This is why the books which I own are my real passion. These vintage art and decoration books or even newer books with the decorative arts throughout them add to my thirst for knowledge. On a beautiful sunny day and share these with you.

Mid-Century Modern Ceramics

Sometimes you find something and you have no idea of it's origin or the past behind it's travels. This wonderful piece of ceramics has been in my hands for well over 20 years and that's all I can say. Found in the back of a room on a floor in an odd location in Indiana I found it by accident. The owner of the shop had not been back in that area for over 10 years, so it's at least 30 years old dating it back to the seventies.The owner of the junk shop (and I mean junk) did not even remember buying it. Bought for a pittance, it was my treasure of the day.I did not look at it long and at first I did not see the faces on the ends of the candle placements. I hope anyone who views this appreciates it as much as I and if there is an idea of the artist or background I would appreciate it.

Getting a grip and Vintage Guido Gambone

Sorry to myself for loosing senses for a while and sorry to anyone, most likely no one out there. It's funny but this is like my note pad in space. But the craft of darkness seems to be just to my right or left all the time. Today I turned and grabbed a picture of a piece of my Vintage Guido Gambone ceramic collection to share and use to focus my mind. I love his work so much with the solid heavy pieces with almost Mondrian patterns to this heavy buy more flowing vase with the dancing horses.  Please enjoy as I do.

The Death of a Best Friend and Suicide of a Remarkable Child

They have left us. One of my best friends and then his son are dead. It’s been a year now for my friend and only a couple of weeks for his 14 year old son, my son’s best friend, who hung himself. There is not enough space in my mind to completely comprehend this. I have placed my heart and soul in a small box holding this back from my loved ones. They are my family. I am the Nouno (Greek godfather) to their oldest son and their mother Nouna (Greek godmother) to my daughter. The First was Markus, who at 51 left us for reasons I will not discuss, nor do I have the information of why, as I refuse to ask. He is just gone found by his son Dylan who then took his life a month to the day later. They lived across the lake from me and we spent a thousand meal together over the years. My children at their house or theirs at mine all day or overnight. Their clothes left at my house, our towels from the lake at theirs. I found myself cleaning out the back of a closet last week of my son’s (which I should have cleaned years ago) and found shirts, socks and old birthday cards from Dylan. A remarkable child. No shit. An artist, Opera singer, fearless in love, play, humor, and speaking his mind and worst of all fearless in death it seems.

I have hid this from all, these feelings which haunt me, but putting up the strong front for others. It’s ripping me apart. I am sure I will discuss this again. I can only stand this in this open, but closed, forum of this blog for so long. I could not discuss this with my family or others and I cannot today. It’s not that I cannot feel for others and discuss this; I just want to walk in front of a fast train when I think about it.

A remarkable child, not to say others who have lost others were not remarkable, it’s just that he was a good child who did great things and effected all those around him in brazed and outrageously groundbreaking actions and words virtually every time you saw him. The week before he died we spent the day together in the Ghetto in Detroit as I introduced him to the realness and beauty of the city of Detroit. It was one of the best days I have ever had. I taught him all I could in a day, and that day I guess was his goodbye to me.  I cannot express my grief without the shear inability to even start to understand his mother’s and his brother’s loss. I cannot even start to feel in the open as the tender souls who are my wife and children were precariously ripped apart and alas, I am motionless in heart and robotic in motion around them. A monk has told me that I cannot help others when my wound is this deep.

I am done for the moment. I cannot reread this, so it may not make sense.

The loss of my will and determination and looking for wisdom in Buddhism Dukkha

It seems as I drift from intimate discussion to discussion with strangers and friends, I lose my conviction, my lust for my forward motion with cravings and taste with every step. As optimistic as I am, I am now driven in a completely asinine direction. As I cannot go back, I grip something else, not grim but not white or pure. Gathering of many cloaks and drawing of curtains, drifting into that quiet world it does not comfort. Why I am here, what I thought, dreamed, desired or required does not seem to matter. It is a true adventure when you do not know where you are going or the requirement of company, closeness or receiving love. The memories are all fading and what is left is only the items which I can touch, see and hear nearby me. A small old box, an old scarf worn by a NAZI in the war given to me by a regretful old man, a repaired cracked favorite vase which I remember one of my little children knocking over in laughter, it’s these thing vintage or just memories that are difficult to hold on to. It is only the thought and this thought is smaller than you imagine, of a pain caused to three I know, love and cherish that keeps it a thought. I am listening to a Brahms violin concerto and holding tightly on to just what is in the room around me.

It's Dukkha and for me to refer back to it again and again as long as I last a use this link.

http://www.ajahnchah.org/book/Understanding_Dukkha1.php

Vintage Mid-Century Jazz, Miles Davis, Thelonious Monk Vinyl Recordings

I don't what to call myself but I am freaking nuts over Jazz after the big band era until the mid seventies and old blues. It's not that I don't love the early Jazz of the twenties, the big bands or some, and I say some more modern jazz. I am just freaking in love with a certain period of Jazz and the shitty part is most of these artists are dead or in a old folks home. It all started with So What on Mile "Kind of Blue" and the crazy part is I just don't remember the moment. I have been collecting original vinyl and have hundreds and hundreds of recording which are now the cornerstone of comfort in a difficult time. I get lost in them, and then find myself on the other side. Why Vinyl, why this period and not fusion jazz and CD or digital? It's clear by the sound the my vintage minds and period of the beginning of the musical experience for me started with records.

It's been a sad day and this Miles Davis is helping me.

Sigur Rós and a wonderful evening out

Spent a long night out with old friends and saw Sigur Rós last night. I was a magical show which affected me deeply. It is a conglomeration of musical and video imagery besides the bands performance. It was the audio and video that took over me at first, mesmerizing and enchanting and then slowly changing my mood as it brought on deep emotions. I could barely hold on near the end of the show. Memories and emotions were flashing before my eyes. The Icelandic language as my friend said was maybe the most beautiful sound as it filled the hall and echoed in the halls. Dead center in the historic FOX Theater where I have been going since I was a small child, I gripped my chair and wished it would end at the same time glued to it not wanting crazed to let go of these deep emotions. My friends could read me like a book and were there to offer me comfort and reassurance. I had ceased to continue in motion but was internally wrestling, overcoming and slipping back or forth.

Hell of a night out.

We left and on our way home I took them to a very small bar in a house the Ghetto where I have hid out at times in my life. 30 year friends and I had never revealed the bar to them. We ordered drinks to ABBA playing dancing queen of all songs. We ripped it up and abused ourselves until the wee hours.

I have wonderful friends who are true and real. They don’t talk bullshit and never cross each other. I have had more contact with them all in the last 9 months over the phone or in person than I have had in twenty years and it’s like yesterday when we connect.

Hell of a night out