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Farewell, LJ

So I guess I'm retiring this blog. 

Part of me feels like I need to make some sort of eulogy or something; part of me just wants to move on already.  It's nothing personal; it's not you, it's me.  Sort of.

I've been here since 2001.  I was 25 and had been wanting to do something like this for quite some time.  I met a lot of amazing people, read a lot of interesting stories, discovered a ton of music and books and movies as a result of people's recommendations, and learned a lot about myself in the process. 

And I guess somewhere along the line, I kinda lost sight of whatever it was I was trying to accomplish here.  I'm not really sure if I ever knew what that was; all I know is, I've not been posting here lately, even when I've had stuff I want to say.  And that defeats the purpose of having a blog in the first place. 

And the fact that I've already said this a bunch of times and failed to act on it just reiterates that I need to move on and try something else. 

I'm keeping the account - I'm a permanent member, after all - and I'll keep the archives up, if only because I like going through them every once in a while to see where I was.  And I'll check in on the friends page now and then. 

I'm not saying goodbye to my friends here; I'm just saying goodbye to the service.  It's been a huge part of my life for the last 9 years.  

If you're interested in keeping up with me, friend me on Facebook or follow along on my Tumblr page.

Goodnight, LJ.
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Catching up

The first sentence of this post was "Finally, some breathing room," and then as I was in the middle of the second sentence I got handed some work. 

Anyway.  The point is, the last month has been a whirlwind.  Work has been absolutely crazy; all of my lawyers are busy with cases at the same time, which means that by the time I get home I'm totally shredded.  And on the music side, I played 4 shows, which doesn't necessarily sound like much except that it's 4 more shows than I'd played in about 3 years; the shows went pretty well, and I made a little bit of money, which is all going towards helping pay off the keyboard.  There's more to be said about one of the projects I'm working on, but I can't quite talk about that yet.

Obviously, I never got around to writing the Infinite Jest screenplay.  

I've been so busy that I haven't really been able to listen to any music strictly for pleasure; I was mostly cramming songs in to learn for shows.  This will change next week when the Beatles Box Set lands in my greedy paws.  The new Mew is pretty great, but probably only if you already like Mew; the Lee Fields & the Expressions record is very, very good; I've been loving the new Dodos.  And the new Patton Oswalt album is good, though perhaps not as straight-up brilliant as the 2nd one.

I've read a few books.  Finished the new Pynchon, which was enjoyable but forgettable.  Finished "The Girl With The Dragon Tattoo" and just started reading the sequel yesterday - they're interesting but problematic.  Read Ron Currie, Jr.'s "God Is Dead", which is haunting and beautiful. 

I'm still wondering what to do about blogging.  Clearly my heart isn't in it anymore, at least not the way it used to be, here at LJ.  I post stupid links at Facebook and make oblique statements on Twitter.  I set up a tumblr account a little while ago but all that's doing is aggregating everything else, and there really hasn't been much.  I was all set to write and record a new solo album, and document the process on my vox site, but then I got sidetracked with the Ali Hoffman project and that's really taken up most of my time. 

So.  Lots to ponder. 

Hope all is well with you and yours.

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Kinda hard to imagine Thomas Pynchon (and not, say, Tom Robbins) writing this paragraph, but there it is on p. 99 of "Inherent Vice":

"Back in his beach pad there was a velvet painting of Jesus riding goofyfoot on a rough-hewn board with outriggers, meant to suggest a crucifix, through surf seldom observed on the Sea of Galilee, though this hardly presented a challenge to Flip's faith.  What was "walking on water," if it wasn't Bible talk for surfing?  In Australia once, a local surfer, holding the biggest can of bear Flip had ever seen, had even sold him a fragment of the True Board."
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Some things:

1.  Gig tonight at Rockwood, the official record release for Ali Hoffman.

2.  Feel like a total music fraud for not really being familiar with the Buzzcocks until earlier this week, especially since it took my younger brother watching an episode of "Entourage" and wanting me to cover "Why Can't I Touch It" to get me to take notice.

3.  Speaking of great music, the new Pinx album kicks a tremendous amount of ass.  nothinganything , you are amazing.

4.  Finished "Infinite Jest" last week, again.  My enthusiasm for writing a screenplay has been tempered a bit by (a) the craziness of my schedule of late and (b) reality, but I think I love that book now even more than I did when I first read it.

5.  And the new Pynchon, thus far, is tremendous.  Every review I've read has made some mention of The Big Lebowski, and they're not wrong.  Definitely the most accessible thing I've read of his, at least through the first 5 chapters.

If I were so inclined, this would be the part where I start navel-gazing.  But I'm not quite there yet.  

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I posted this on Facebook already, but it's too good not to share.  (Also, if we're not already Facebook friends, we should be.)  Happy Friday, everyone.

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Right, this thing is still here.

1.  Finished watching the complete run of "Firefly" last night with Kath.  Show started off great, then kinda petered out a bit near the end; can't really blame the show's creators for that necessarily, since the network was being a bunch of assholes (as usual) and didn't know what the hell they were doing with it.  I think I still like the movie better, though, for whatever that's worth.

2.  I haven't written any music for my own purposes lately, but that's OK because I've been really busy writing and performing for other people.  Will have some tangible evidence of this soon, which I'll try to remember to put up here. 


Every time I read Infinite Jest, I feel compelled to suck it up and start writing the screenplay.  I don't care that it might even already be in the works; I just need to do it anyway, kinda like how the brittle old man in "Amelie" keeps painting that same (Monet?) painting year after year after year. 

When the book first came out, I had a very clear idea of how it should be cast; it's been 13 years since then, though, and now I have no ideas at all - Michael Cera keeps coming up in discussions, but as a friend noted yesterday, we didn't really buy him as a track star in "Juno", and I'm not sure I'd buy him as a top-ranked junior tennis player either.  Angelica Huston is probably too old to be the Moms.... no idea about Don Gately or Joelle (what mega-hot actress would consent to be hidden under a veil for an entire 10-15 episode run?  Scarlett Jo?)  But no matter. 

I think it can be done as a episodic series of 10-15 one-hour shows.  And since this is a pipe dream, let me get really crazy here.  It would be awesome to have great directors/visual stylists do each episode, or at least do certain scenes - David Lynch doing the Marathe-Steeply conversation, Aranofsky doing certain scenes at Ennet House, Gilliam directing the Antitoi Brother's sequence (all those mirrors!), Alfonso Cuaron doing the Eschaton... and last but not least, Michel Gondry and/or Jean-Pierre Juenet should direct brief snippets of JOI's filmography.  (Speaking of which - I was watching the Watchmen blu-ray the other day, specifically the "Maximum Movie Mode", which I must insist be the new standard for blu-ray extras - and so now I know how to incorporate the footnote experience for the DVD release.) 

I actually might really do this, just for the hell of it. 

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Very tired; keeping this short.

So last night's Unwigged & Unplugged show was amazing.  Elvis fucking Costello came out to sing "Gimme Some Money."  I'm not even sure I can describe "Stonehenge" - I took a very shitty camera phone pic which does not do it justice.

Was very excited to listen to the new Grizzly Bear this morning, but for whatever reason I couldn't quite get myself into the right frame of mind.  So I listened to the new Phoenix record instead and HOLY SHIT IT'S AMAZING.  It's absolutely what I needed to hear right now.  I've been listening to so much weird shit over the last few months and while I've been enjoying it, I haven't really been inspired by it.  This Phoenix record, though... wow.  

That is all.

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Was in the middle of a long recap of last week's staycation, and something got screwed up and it's all gone, and LJ didn't save the draft.  Phooey.

Staycations are wonderful, but when Monday finally rolled around it really just felt like a very long weekend.  Which is fine; we actually kept somewhat busy, even when we were slacking.

To wit:

Monday was Movie Day.  We watched Slumdog Millionaire (amazing) and Benjamin Button (I loved it, especially on Blu-Ray - Kath wasn't as crazy about it), and then decided to trek over to the movie theater, where we watched Wolverine (fucking horrible) and Star Trek.  I've never been a Trekkie, by any stretch of the imagination, and I'm not even sure I would qualify as one now, since this re-boot is basically throwing certain key elements of canon out the window.  But GODDAMN, I loved that movie, and wanted to go back and watch it again, and I cannot wait until it comes out in Blu-Ray.  

Tuesday was Package Delivery Day, so we bummed around at home waiting for the doorbell to ring.  My keyboard was delivered on Saturday, but the stand I ordered with it was re-rerouted and finally arrived late Tuesday afternoon, along with a spiffy new toaster my mom got us as an early anniversary present.  I think we watched The Wrestler while we waited - I didn't love it as much as I'd hoped I would, but it was still terrific.  And then we went out to a lovely dinner.

Wednesday was Get-Stuff-Done Day.  We did a much-needed book purge (as our bookshelves are literally overflowing - this is one main reason why we sorta want a Kindle) and dropped off a bunch of books at a neat little bookstore we recently discovered in our 'hood.  We were also prepared to get started on a CD-reorganization project, but our local Staples was out of the proper supplies. 

Thursday was Spa Day.  We spent all day at the Spa Castle, an amazing facility that's about 15 minutes by car from our apartment.  It would be even better if they served booze, but that's OK.  Kath got a 90-minute Swedish massage while I hung out in various saunas and steam rooms; then we had lunch and hung out in the personalized jacuzzi pools upstairs.  There's lots of nakedness in the locker rooms (which are obviously not co-ed), which was disconcerting at first but after a few hours of rest and relaxation, you sorta stop caring.

Friday we kinda just hung out.  We attempted to hang out on our groovy back porch, but it was hard to relax because our dogs are constantly trying to eat leaves and paint chips and bugs, and we're too paranoid to let them.

And the weekend was the weekend.

Neko Case's "Middle Cyclone" is my early front-runner for album of the year.

That is all.

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I was stuck inside all day waiting for the FedEx man, who didn't show up until 6:30pm (!); my keyboard stand is still somewhere in the aether.  But at least my new baby arrived, safe and sound.  It is FABOO.