I made the trip down to Coney Island on Sunday for the final day of Astroland existence.
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While in New York City this week I decided to stop by the American Museum of Natural History. In the Anne and Bernard Spitzer Hall of Human Origins I encountered this disturbing installation showing a simpler time when we were vulture-fearing, antelope-guarding bipeds… like actors caught in the changing room on the set of Planet of the Apes.
but what interested me more than the dioramas were the interplays between visitors to the museum and the displays.
I felt like a little kid- seeing dinosaurs, meteorites, clothing and objects from faraway cultures… excited and intrigued.
Today I received the Byrne/Eno leak of their song “Strange Overtones.” The mp3 has been released as a bit of word-of-mouth publicity for the duos upcoming Everything That Happens Will Happen Today tour. This was the e-mail sent with the music file:
Thanks sincerely for your interest in our new album, Everything That Happens Will Happen Today.
It’s with great pleasure we offer you a sneak peak of the album by sharing a free MP3 called “Strange Overtones”. When you click the image below, we’ll give you access to the free download and we’ll also add you to our mailing list to receive future announcements from David Byrne and Brian Eno. We will not use your email address for any other purpose.
What else, really would you use my email address for?
-Watch R-rated movies on Hulu.com
-Send letters pretending to be me.
-Start a slanderous MySpace about me?
I suppose these are risks I am willing to take. But if you should receive any Spam, any scathing emails with superb grammar, or chain letters… just assume that David rethought his promise not to use my email address for any other purpose.
Perhaps another chance to take notice of my open letter.
Now accepting- dates to David Byrne/Brian Eno Concerts. Will travel.
The last few months have brought me back home by way of Rochester NY, Nashville and Knoxville TN, New York NY, Brookline and Boston MA. I have since curated an exhibition, played in my first pub-stage rock concert, peed in 8 different states, drank wine made in a South Philly basement, played catch up with handfuls of old friends, chased jobs and girls and my own tail, won $15 in a game of poker, read a few books, thought a lot about contemporary publishing, was amazed by Antonio López García, ate raw vegan food, realized that the world is smaller than it seems, danced in a supermarket aisle, found out that no matter how hard I try to fake it I’m still too shy, saw a total of 134 live music performances, checked missed connections 4 times, sent out a handful of postcards, saw one of the most misguided exhibitions at the Met, and buried something in the ground for someone else to find.
And now, I am back in Pennsylvania waiting to hear back about a job and the next addition to the list.
I am a bit exhausted but trying to power through it. Still trying to embrace the beauty of a fall in perpetuity. Enjoyed Philadelphia’s First Friday and an after-art trip to Sugar Mom’s.
Sometimes unexpected things come in the mail- like sponge animals.
Arising from an earlier post and open letter to David Horvitz, a small project came together. David and I agreed to meet on Wednesday, March 26th; the meeting, however, was slightly less than conventional. David is living in New York city and I am 250 miles away in Rochester, NY. So, in lieu of a physical meeting, we agreed to sit down for a cup of coffee from 10:30 until 11:00 am (EST), writing down any thoughts and sending each other our respective side of the “conversation” and a photograph made during the meeting.
My note reads:
Triple Bean / Medium / Two Sugars
If I close one eye, I can take $9 off the price of a Rochester Athletic Club membership as listed on a billboard across the street.
Thought about the spring thaw and the return to above-freezing temperatures –
The way numbed senses return when the sun comes out and the snow begins to melt and smells, kept in check since late November, finally release themselves into the air.
The idea of two locations touching at the same time.