On Water
A quick google search tells me that I am the first to review this cd… and maybe even the first to own it. Perhaps that makes me special… inside the loop and all that. I have it before cdbaby… I have it before amazon…
...read more hereArchive for April, 2010
On escapes and stealthy exits
I have half a mind to just go back. If I get off the train now it will only be a twenty block walk… I’m not getting off. I’ve just pulled away from 125th street… 116th street… 110th… I’m out of Harlem now. I’m not going back.
...read more hereOn impromtu visits
Maybe, I thought to myself, maybe I have that famous wanderers’ disease, and I’m simply never happy with the destination… any destination.
On further consideration, that’s bullshit, because I’m happy right now.
...read more hereOn my sister’s clothes
She knows about clothes, though. Much more than I do. She’s got closets and suitcases full of Club Monaco and Express and bebe… She told me to be careful with her jacket as she’s only had it a month. It’s her “baby.”
...read more hereOn the jazz band sous-chef
I love him though. I do. He’s honest. And he’s got an honest smile. His smile could melt the sugar off a cupcake. And his words could slice the wings off a fly. But I love him, though, because I don’t let that shit get through to me anymore. I laugh when he curses. Then he curses that I laughed.
...read more hereOn the audition
The audition went well, and thanks for asking. Actually, it wasn’t a big deal at all. I’m thinking it was only for propriety’s sake that there was an audition at all; there were no other contestants for the spot. (There are slim pickings for vocal talent in southeast Queens.)
...read more hereOn spare time
The truth? I’m up to something. I must be. But I don’t know what I’m up to. I sit here on the LIRR asking myself “what am I doing?” I walk up and down from this place to that place, from the west side to the east side and then back, through all the neighborhood parts of midtown manhattan, presumably running errands and finishing up all the things on my To-Do List, which is itself a mishmosh of scattered, self-imposed commands that theoretically add up to some grand equation… and I ask myself “what am I doing?”
...read more hereOn very long journeys on the subway
I don’t know how to relay through this literary medium the quietly introspective insanity that is four hours of subway and bus travel; two there and two back. Of course, I can remember a time when this was commonplace for me, and yet now I’ve become like an impatient child constantly wondering “are we there yet?”
...read more hereOn gentlemen and jackasses
I’ve found that the trick to being polite to strangers is to smile and respond but don’t break stride.
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