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is finally set with FM in the apt. Andrew Cyrille birthday broadcast from WKCR all afternoon. Free, surely |
is thinking deeply about frequency modulation, multiplexing, demultiplexing and capture effect. Anyone have an extra tuner? |
is patiently waiting to vote |
is fresh from Xenakis quartets, "like a pipe organ playing itself" recounted friend Darren |
has been digging and discovering at the WFMU rexord fair |
is growing |
is of a cool Autumn morning, slippers eaten by worms, but the coffee's warm, the sun bright and the air crisp |
is still dancing |
is being washed out, healed, destroyed, fulfilled by the Dead C |
is back in Brooklyn after Harriman State Park hike w/ friend & canine. Can Glory be encapsulated in a day? Indian Summer, part two, fersure. |
is picnicing in Queens under the 59th St Bridge, Macoun apple & roasted cashews. Now back on bike to find Roosevelt Island. Indian summer |
is thinking steel cut oatmeal, local apples, a Burundi brew fresh from french press, and Biber's Rosenkanz-Sonaten do make an Autumn morning |
is spinning Mississippi Records vinyl on East Village Radio. |
is buzzing, no, shaking, no, buzzing to the Sic Alps. |
is at The Building eating green popcorn, drinking peak organic ale and watching Jim Lehrer chat with a couple of candidates. |
is stepping out of Summer, and, with anticipation, into Autumn. |
is waking among trees, quietly camping on this penultimate Summer morning. |
is fully absorbing an acid neon sunset from the Brooklyn Heights Promenade. |
is pleasantly suprised to hear Xenakis' Concrete pH as ambient seating music for the production of his opera Oresteia. |
is, with Darren, contemplating a post-David-Foster-Wallace world. Grateful for what exists in the written word, saddened by what does not |
