fan tan alley
memories of david ////
Bob Wiseman
port townsend – little boys! pee!
drunk drummer dude…drunk single mother
mississippi studios
i don’t want to owe somebody
Noise in head
A composer was working on a score and outside his window traffic was blaring and construction was building. His client came to listen to how the work was proceeding and […]
Nightmares
Eventually people have to switch to composting toilets. We commit slow suicide pumping our sewage into lakes. Children of the future will not believe any of this happened. Sewage in […]
Cinemum
Many of my mother’s friends have died in recent years. I feel for her and the science fiction movie she now stars in. Who disappears next? Can’t remember ever being […]
Secretive Ouspensky Vs. Fruit
Is it possible to be in charge of one’s self; One’s inner world? Where are people free from the bullshit of their own bullshit? Or is it something that would […]
Cowboys and Indians
The last show with Anand is tomorrow. What a splendid experience. So simple, hardly any rehearsal which is not to say we didn’t take it very seriously but compared to […]
In Case Of Death
I think flying is a life risking thing or to put it another way, rate of crash survival isn’t encouraging. It is always going through my head before and during […]
3 different views of the same thing
Once upon a time a musician was struggling with her ability to play the guitar. She got upset about it and quit. Once upon another time a musician was struggling […]