We're floating above planet Earth, spacesuit making limbs heavy and bulky. We bounce because in our 10-year-old imaginations, that's how spacemen walk. Like the Michelin Man, all heavy and limbs and awkwardness. "Ground Control to Major Tom." Bounce, float, we imagine leaving the capsule because it's drama class time and we're imagining we're in space.…
What’s that Sound?
It's cloudy, this evening. The sky is a comforting periwinkle, that I remember so well from when I commuted to the New York City yoga studio in the pre-dawn. I know this shade is not affected, here, by the recent fire that made my quiet street feel, again, like that city I left behind. But…
Captain
He stood playing a red Fender Stratocaster, an instrument more commonly seen on stages in front of thousands, or in the corners of teenage bedrooms thrumming with impossible dreams. His Burger King crown would have looked ridiculous but he was the king of this subway station stage despite playing this mournful, misplaced riff to people…
Lyrics, or Tempo?
In those days, my pulse quickened like the beat of that song I used to listen to on cassette tape, no less. Energy bubbled through my veins and around the room where I knew you and I and he and she and they would be, the entire phenomenon as surprising and as touching as the…
Silver Bells
I suddenly remembered that map I left attached to my fridge when it was too late and we had to take a look at directions again. Yet it was also too early and the wind was not as biting as it tends to be this time of year, so I shrugged, took your hand in…
Sounding Out Layers.
Patterns. I hear patterns. There's the mess of too much chart music played at full volume from three different shops and two different bars, punctuated by an alarm ringing somewhere. It's over stimulation at it's finest. It's too much noise, forcing people to hurry up and wait because they can't leave and they can't go…
Finding Your Beatles
I'm a romantic at heart. And I illustrate it through music.
Time's Thievish Progress 