Hanging out at Elijah’s relatives’ house in Ghent, New York as we work on our acoustic set and get our ducks in a row for the tour.
In other developments:
— Continuing to book shows, and planning the loop back to New York from California.
— Played the Hawthorne Valley Farm Harvest Festival. Frank Serpico danced.
— Ditch gave up his shoelace at the gig so Sarah could fix her guitar (shoe picture).
— Had to take a day off from playing bass because I overused the muscles in my left hand. Hence the hot water bottle.
— My allergies are insane (bottom center).
— It’s beautiful here.
Hey. I’m on tour with Elijah Ocean. I’m blogging about it here.
The price of anything is the amount of life you exchange for it.
“I approach my journalism as a litigator,” he said. “People say things, you assume they are lying, and dig for documents to prove it.”
"Pop music has always been free. That’s why it’s popular. Part of the trick, early on, was just getting a lot of people to hear the same song. Once they had, they could all sing and dance along. It isn’t so different today."
[Aldous] Huxley’s experimentation continued right through his death in November 1963. When cancer brought him to his death bed, he asked his wife to inject him with ‘LSD, 100 µg, intramuscular. He died later that day, just hours after Kennedy’s assassination. Three years later, LSD was officially banned in California.
The association between Brooklyn and writing has become so axiomatic that when Sergio De La Pava published his debut novel A Naked Singularity in May, he quipped in his author bio: ‘Sergio De La Pava is a writer who does not live in Brooklyn.’
That is all.