port townsend – little boys! pee!
drunk drummer dude…drunk single mother
Bob Wiseman
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 […]
it’s as if thought wasn’t strong enough to make a difference
All the freaking out about Trump is a bit like when a person tries to quit smoking or lose weight and they are obsessed with how they keep insisting their […]
the rest of life
You can’t do anything with intellectually understanding you are not here. you can be walked through understanding it. you can be shown that the brain generates words for itself to […]