Monday, October 31, 2016


Basement dance delux.

Danced sooooo hard to Die Antwoord's brilliant new album, Mount Ninji and Da Nice Time Kid. OMG. Matthew told me the live show wasn't to be missed, so I imagined I was there live. And Matthew's medicine helped with the magic too. Danced so hard I could only get through 5 or 6 songs, but yeesh. Unbelievably forward and raw.

Later in the evening, though  it wasn't a dance, per say, maybe, I listened to Devendra Banhart's new album, Ape In Pink Marble as I cleaned dishes and it sent me far. Surrealistic softcore music for the ages.

A year of dances, that's butterfly life-span talk.

Caught this reflection of my hand, my hand reflecting light from the sun in the basement window into the bathroom, and flashing it in time to the music, while dancing to Die Antwoord, a special, personal, effect.

The bathroom photo up close, taken originally by Genevieve. The light reflecting!


We saw an incredible dance performance in the lobby of MOMA today by the Jerome Bel company. The performance consisted of museum employees leading several other museum employees in different styles of dance. The dances ranged from tango to African to ballet to hip hop to butoh. I teared up during one of the dances, it was so good, so full of joy and the possibilities of art.

I danced too, at the back of the crowd, while watching, feeling the moves and the music.  

A powerfully passionate Matisse at MOMA I've never noticed before

Friday, October 28, 2016


More living room dancing. Super hard to Grimes' "Art Angels", a full album worth of dance, completely drenched in sweat by the end of it. Great dance album all around, super interesting beats, with at least 3 songs that took it to the next level. 

            Sofia's pumpkin is so cute. Lucia's is pretty funny too.

A keeper!

Wednesday, October 26, 2016


Read article at dentist about how LSD was a big inspiration for the Beatles' Revolver, which in turn was a kind of evolution for pop music itself. And for society itself. So today I followed the music and messages of that album as I danced in the living room.

Such an exercise will extend your life and liberty.

And also how about these lyrics, partly taken from Timothy Leary and Richard Alpert's manual for taking LSD, "Tibetan Book of The Dead." The lyrics, all by themselves, are a pretty incredible manual and must've been such an awakening for so many people listening to this album in the late 60s, and still. I had a friend who had a bad a trip on acid once, and it would have been great to be able to have him listen to this over and over...

Tomorrow Never Knows

Turn off your mind, relax and float down stream
It is not dying, it is not dying

Lay down all thoughts, surrender to the void
It is shining, it is shining

Yet you may see the meaning of within
It is being, it is being

Love is all and love is everyone
It is knowing, it is knowing...

... that ignorance and hates may mourn the dead
It is believing, it is believing

But listen to the colour of your dreams
It is not living, it is not living

So play the game "Existence" to the end...
... Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning, of the beginning
Of the beginning, of the beginning

And this staring at me in the living room as I danced, Sofia's ceramic gnome and his girlfriend, who he stole from Frankenstein.

Sunday, October 9, 2016


Got a Lyft tonight. Told the driver we were heading to Forest Hills to see Van Morrison. He told us he saw Van Morrison with Them in the Village in 1966. Half a century ago! Did they play Gloria I asked? Yes, he said, and then mentioned it was the first song he had learned to play on guitar. (We found out later this guy went on to play guitar with Leslie West from Mountain. We also learned he hadn't been playing for the last year because he lost his job and was in the middle of a divorce. Ooh.) Do you think he'll play Gloria tonight I asked? Nah, I don't think he'll play that really early stuff, he said. I hope so, I said, because it was my late great friend Bill Berkson's favorite song.

Turned out Van Morrison played it afterall, for his encore, a wild and surprising 20 minute long version. The crowd sang along at the top of their tired lungs. I imagined (felt?) Bill next to me, singing along too, taking it all in with that charming and mysterious smile of his.

It felt as if I were witnessing the encore of a momentous time in history.

I have a slight fever, caught a bug this weekend from one of the kids, feeling achy and shaky, especially old, but for that encore I still got up and danced.