27 April 2009
Putting politics aside, I look forward to reading Losing Mum and Pup in its entirety. Read an excerpt here, and listen to Christoper Buckley speak here.
22 April 2009
21 April 2009
20 April 2009
I think I love the clear Glue Cinderella flats by Kartell. I have a perfect pair of patent leather slips on, accented by a clear panel above the toes that I've worn to tatters. I might have to have these for spring. (via UrbanDaddy)
pages from the sketchbook on an anonymous diarist who recorded makeshift memorials for Abraham Lincoln
16 April 2009
15 April 2009
08 April 2009
Bob Dylan and Albert Grossman
Bill Flanagan: The instrumental sections on your albums have a different quality than the usual rock instrumental sections. For instance, on an Aerosmith record, at least part of it is about Joe Perry's solo. While there's wonderful playing on BEYOND HERE LIES NOTHING, we don't hear the usual guitar soloing technique. Is there a special way you approach the instrumental sections on a record?
Bob Dylan: What can I say, if I had Joe Perry with me everything would obviously be different. As it is though, he wasn't there. Soloing is not a big part of my records anyway. Nobody buys them to hear solos. What I try to do is to make sure that the instrumental sections are dynamic and are extensions of the overall feeling of the song.
07 April 2009
Quiet, quiet and I'm listening to the sounds of Laurel Canyon, where I've never been so this is what it sounds like to me (do you hear me, Lester Bangs?), watched Breezy a few days ago, and I envy Joni Mitchell wearing a backless dress, which I cannot, I simply cannot. Though maybe I will, anyway.
06 April 2009
04 April 2009
Dear Erica Weiner sent me an early birthday gift. I found them in my mailbox last night after an evening's festivities, and wouldn't you know- I woke up wearing them this morning. Hand-cut sterling silver sequins from the 1930s really are the way to go.
03 April 2009
This blog of mine generally hovers in the world of fantasy, or at least reality viewed through very deep-rose lenses, but vague truth seems to have elbowed it's way in lately. To wit, I would like to thank the dear waiter at D.O.C. Wine Bar who saw my tears the other night and slipped me a glass of red. I aim to find the pearl in every oyster, no matter how rotten an oyster may seem, and his kindness was bright and shining, and not to hard to find.
Looking for photos for this post, I found a blurry shot of a girl wearing a dress that I own, with a haircut similar to mine own.