Thursday, February 25, 2010
Tuesday, February 23, 2010
Please Pardon This Interruption:
I'll be back in a week, but make sure you visit: http://community.hearnewbrunswick.com/ for Jon Dugan's show the Big Surprise. I'll be on it Thursday night at 6pm if you want to hear more about the picture above and the project I'm working on with Naqeeb.
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Saturday, February 20, 2010
Weekend Reading List
1. Addressse Unknown- Author Unknown -csothbeg144.wordpress.com
2. Forgotten Grin- Marissa Paternoster - forgottengrin.blogspot.com
3. Carne Asada-Naqeeb Stevens/ John Sullivan - anqbs.tumblr.com
P.S. We're going to be on Hear New Brunswick this Thursday, so if you're interested in everything that's cool, please give it a listen, we'll make you laugh--I swear.
Friday, February 19, 2010
Mixtape: "+2" by Naqeeb Stevens
Thursday, February 18, 2010
Torvald's Younger Brother Steven
Wednesday, February 17, 2010
Guest Blog-Alan Cano
She always came to see me. Each time she arrived she complained about how I never make the trek to see her. It was pretty unfair but she was right. One weekend I said "fuck it" and told her I would go where ever she wanted me to go. She had a beach house in Margate. I havent been that far down the shore in 11 years. I owed it to her out of guilt and because it would result in sex.
The houses floated in a bay. Probably the coolest house I've ever been in. Pigeons were replaced with seagulls and grass extended out where cement would be. It was pretty cold that day considering it was spring. I have never been in a house like that. I didn't even know they had houses like that. You have to take your time when youre in that house. When you move it moves. if you drop something when you're outside, it's gone.
It didn't have a basement, but the roof made up for it. The patio chairs weren't set up that day, but you could put a towel down and just lay on it. I didn't. I don't need anymore color, but you could if you wanted to. I brought my camera. I didn't know anything about taking photos at that time, so I just pointed and shot. Had I known then what I know now, I'm pretty sure I would have made multiple masterpieces, my portfolio would have been sick and I could have had an awesome show in the New Museum. Maybe that's wishful thinking, but you can do an entire series of photos standing on that roof. It was magical.
I'll never go back there. I can't. She left me half-way through the summer, and rightfully so. She would come up to me all the time, and I never made the time to go down to where she was. Our relationship wasn't the longest one, but I'll always remember that weekend I went down to her floating home and hung out with her on the roof.
Tuesday, February 16, 2010
Monday, February 15, 2010
In-Studio Recording-Women
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Valentimes
Thursday, February 11, 2010
How to Get Wet
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Bear
It may be true that we share this life, but I never expected to share each other's nightmares too. Somewhere in the middle of the night, I'd pass my fears of failure to you while you were asleep. I wonder if it was the way we slept? Perhaps our brains were too close to one another, perhaps we were too involved with one another to realize that we were not entirely fit to be adults. We were playing house--acting as if we were fit to play the role of a grown-up; throwing keys, and spending money on things we couldn't afford.
There was some sort of fabric that kept us together, but I can't exactly call it love, maybe it's called dependency. It held long enough for us to realize that just because our bodies were designed for each other, perhaps our minds were not the ones fit for living this kind of life.
Monday, February 8, 2010
Bunny Ears
Friday, February 5, 2010
Edison and the Lightbulb
http://www.mediafire.com/?go25rziz5mm
(Don't be a tosser, buy their lp next time they're in town.)
Thursday, February 4, 2010
Be Still Cody
Take it as it comes.
Wednesday, February 3, 2010
Laura Loves Rocky
Tuesday, February 2, 2010
16/2
Monday, February 1, 2010
Golden Slumbers
There is something lifeless about his eyes. I know they aren't open, but when they were they gave the impression that he was never actually present. How could he be? He just sits all day, in that same spot, watching the same television; wasting away. He does this everyday for hours on end.
I like to think that while he is physically wasting away in that leather coffin of his, he's really doing complicated mathematics, or mentally figuring out his taxes. I hope he's doing my taxes because I have no idea how to.