For awhile during my youth, I carried drumsticks everywhere. Why, I am not exactly sure — since I barely played drums — but I do know I once had someone tell me I reminded them of a girl in a movie, and it made my day. If I’d had a band when I was younger,… Continue reading Sometimes I Still Wish I Had Drumsticks. Just To Carry Around.
In my procrastination mindset, I ended up trying to date-stamp this photo. Of course a date exists. A photographer, there’s a credit somewhere (Sukita Masayoshi), so the era is not unknown. But it’s less obvious than other Bowie pics, where you know immediately what time period — down to the year, at least — that… Continue reading Let’s Date The Bowie Photo, As If We Couldn’t Just Look It Up
This would do the trick right now, if only I was a smoker: AND had access to David Bowie. Sharing a pack with Bowie would just about do it for me, right now.
Whenever Mick Jagger is in the media I think of high school art class. In response to a dot drawing assignment I’d produced a version of a Herb Ritts photograph that had appeared in Rolling Stone: Yes, that is the original Herb Ritts photograph and not my “art”work, which was loved by my instructor and… Continue reading “It’s a lie, but it’s only a little lie.”
When I was in university — even as recently as law school — I had friends who lauded the pleasures of smoking. They would go in groups to backs of buildings, cigarettes in tow and I would say, “I kind of wish I was a smoker,” and they would say (and did), “It’s f–king great.”… Continue reading Bowie’s Still Sexy, On Or Off The Cigs. But The Cigs Were Pretty Great.
Add this to the list of recent Bowie verbiage (I use that word facetiously), courtesy of/addressed to the folks at the Friars Aylesbury on the eve of an exhibition at the Buckinghamshire County Museum…
Realizing the deadline for a short prose contest is Monday, I sought out random words for inspiration. Last year when I entered this competition I wrote a story about an ailing dog envisioning his own death. (I didn’t win.) That story came, like anything I consider creative in my own… exercise-of-putting-prose-out-into-the-world… from an image, or… Continue reading In Praise of the Verbasizer, Or at Least Random Words Of Inspiration