When I play piano I smell Paris. It motivates me. November reminds me of Paris because I was last there in November. I want to roam the halls of Versailles and look for a secret entrance to underground tunnels where…
I am in life contractions and they’ve abated for the moment; I am about to leave town on Sunday for a week and anyone who lives in New York knows you have to leave the confines at least every two…
Ten years ago while living in San Francisco I wrote a first draft of a play called Whorapy. Some of it was written in a motel room north of the city after I accidentally hit a raccoon with my car…
A lot of growth means recognizing patterns; I keep sticking the gold key in the top lock even though it’s not and when we see the patterns we own it and can boot it out on its cans or stuff…
Some numbers I spell out in their word form and some I prefer to keep in their numerical for some reason; maybe the contour of the number itself or the meaning behind them; 9 is one of the them. It’s…
All writers I’m sure know this feeling when every once in a while you look back through old bits you wrote years ago and think wow I wish I still wrote like this; it’s usually a silly insecure way to…
I just bought Spalding Gray’s posthumously published journal entries over a span of about forty years. I barely started and what already strikes me is how, other than pioneering the bare it all life as art style in his monologues,…
I’m a triple Capricorn (sun, moon and rising sign all in Capricorn). That means my moon sits right on the cusp of my first house, the house of me so I am a moon man; I’m a casual werewolf with…
Tonight I went to a support session held by the Colts (not the Indianapolis Colts who need Peyton Manning worse than I need skin to hold my organs inside my body) but Robert and MIchelle, coolest couple in town when…
I’m listening to Lou Rawls Live and I sang one of the tunes tonight in jazz class called ‘St, James Infirmary.’ I’m trying to find my voice and, trusting my imagination that’s always shoplifting Picasso and electric cowboys, I love…