April 2009
4 posts
all that lives must die
i’ve just reread hamlet for the first time since high school. i was surprised to not be totally baffled by the language and pretty much had an idea what was going on the whole way through. man, what a soap opera. it’s like elizabethan jim thompson. my wife, sharon, is teaching hamlet in queens at a cuny school so i thought i would read it and take advantage of the opportunity to understand it...
waiting for mobot
it is midday. midtown. 54th st and the sun is beating down. it is the second hot day in a row. hilary is trying all the buttons on the outside of the rehearsal studio. she is wearing all black and it is hot. outside.
hilary: (giving up) nothing to be done.
dred: (advancing in a very relaxed manner) i told you it would probably be like this. no respect. no respect at all.
hilary: be...
waiting for gardot
(a phone conversation)
mcec: hello?
dred: dude, what’s up? how was your trip?
mcec: awesome. tillie sold some paintings.
dred: nice.
mcec: sorry i missed last week. maggie told me all about it. what the fuck is up with that chick, emily gardot?
dred: i don’t know, man. i’m guessing maggie told you the bitch stood in front of the bandstand for half an hour selling cd’s and signing...
nyc dispatch 4.2.09
i was thinking about the reasons i play music and i was reminded of the times i was in church as a boy fidgeting and being distracted during the parts where the people were allowed to think their own thoughts. there was one prayer the priest lead where he listed a series of transgressions as the people responded in tone after each one something like, ‘lord, hear our prayer.’ (i haven’t been to...
