Concord grapes and a visit to Mars

frm Ensuite, of course

I'm holding tight to this season. We went to Rockaway on Sunday with one half of Ghost Gamblers (and, oh! how the other half + one to come was missed.) I only wiggled myself into jeans this morning (thank you enchiladas) with the promise of brother's favorite beach, Fort Tilden, Sunday next.

Even the tiniest room at the Chelsea Hotel is still a room at the Chelsea Hotel

Tonight is a night for rhapsodizing. On 11th Street, Ghost Gamblers deliver songs of the desert and desertion, and on 17th Street, Patti Smith will cast her lately lustrous, "Dracula's daughter" spell.

“We gathered our colored pencils and sheets of paper and drew like wild, feral children into the night, until, exhausted, we fell into bed.” They sound like Hansel and Gretel, living in a state of shared delight, blissfully unaware of what awaited on the path ahead. - frm Janet Maslin's review of Just Kids

Lady Luck...

has graced me with my friends, Ghost Gamblers.

I live in London and I love it, but this is better

I got closer to nature this weekend than I've ever been. My friends Ghost Gamblers played a festival, so we drove to PA and I camped for the first time. Turns out I love camping, especially when the tent is set up on your arrival and outfitted with an air mattress and there is a house to dip into and a short sleeve faux leopard coat to keep you warm at night.

striving for truth or beauty as she talks

Ghost Gamblers EP release party at Union Pool this evening- welcome home friends.