Saturday, March 21, 2009

The birth of an opus

January 3, 2007

i reallllllly think i am going out of my head sometimes.

im watching re-run marathons of sexual victims shows and shows about sex in the city, in a little barn house that my father built. He started in ‘79 and we just put in a toilet and a shower a couple of months ago. Im atleast 60 miles away from anyone I love, sometimes more like 1500. I am about 18 feet away from everything i love, however. Just up the poppel plank stairs, there is a pile of old guitars, a mound of microphones, wires, chords, electric boxes.

today, though I am taking a break from the previous 3 days of tirelessly working on an opus: seven songs that have succeeded to pull me through a hardened shell of myself, suprise me, entertain, impress and even heal me. They are me, and I am them, but, they sound nothing like I have ever really written before. No need to explain, I kind of understand.

So today, instead of sitting in the recording chair and working from basically when I wake up till 2 or 3 in the morning (just because nothing fills time better than that for me, except maybe for sitting with people) I woke up, ate a piece of toast with mom’s strawberry jelly, took a jog down the road and back, walked out to the woods to check on a deer carcass, ate a cheddarwurst cut up into pieces, watched a couple of these shows, teared up.

in the afternoon, i took some shit over to the town dump. I call it “town” but this is not a town. Its a township, and there are no garbage trucks or garbage men. I took two truck loads, and after driving back the second time I parked by the pull barn and hitched up the log splitter. I drove it down the road to an older couple that lives down the road.

Dick just quintuple bypass surgery but he helped me and Sharon split a large, huge pile of wood for about an hour. Sharon went lighting fast, carrying, stacking, picking up, putting down. It was cold, but I didn’t need gloves. At one point he left to sit down and the newly met strangers, Sharon and I, were a well oiled machine. It was loud, with the woodsplitter, so these new folks I offered to help with wood with, couldn’t really have a conversation to break the ice. Instead we just split and stack. Split and stack. There was this time when the hot exaust from briggs and statton was blowing on Sharons purple sweat pants and I could see the exact shape or her calf. It was just a metaphor for closley we were working together, with really having no idea about anything about eachother. touching hands as we hand off logs, unloading logs, logs that will heat thier home the rest of the winter. One of us farted. I don’t know who, she was moving to fast to notice.

i twitched a smile, but it didn’t even break our stride.

I was leaving in the truck, when I suddendly heard my self say “I feel good.” followed with the retort: “I feel great.” I punched on the cd player and, i know it seems unpoetic. Micheal Jackson’s solo version of “We are the World”.

It was strange being that close to the house of I was concieved in and not really thinking about it all that much. I don’t really know if it was Dick and Sharon that was living in the house at the time, about 25 yeras ago on a rainy summer night. And I don’t know if that gives more or less of an “in” asking Dick and Sharon if I could go in and see the room. ‘Cause, c’mon, who gets a chance to do that.

My friends are a thousand miles away. I miss them. But here I am with re-run marathons and an opus. Im okay. Im doing okay.

Wednesday, December 10, 2008


I am my mother's only one

It's enough

I wear my garment so it shows

Now you know

Only love is all maroon

Gluey feathers on a flume

Sky is womb and she's the moon

I am my mother on the wall, with us all

I move in water, shore to shore;

Nothing's more

Only love is all maroon

Lapping lakes like leary loons

Leaving rope burns --

Reddish ruse

Only love is all maroon

Gluey feathers on a flume

Sky is womb and she's the moon

Bon Iver

Sunday, October 19, 2008

Wandering in Street View

Since the introduction of Streetview in Google Maps, I've been fascinated by the concept. The one thing that a (drawn) map, or even an aerial picture, can not generate, is something more commonly described as a human scale. A feeling of truly wandering in streets, driving around the place.
These drives, virtual or real, really show the essence of place. The way people live, the way they build their houses, their gardens. Where they eat, the sort of cars they drive.

Streetviews were firstly available in the U.S. A visit to Manhattan, or a more rural visit in Nebraska. Since this week, Google maps has brought us the streets of Lille, and more interestingly: Paris!

Hours and hours of Streetviewing are here to be discovered! I love it!!

Here are some buildings in Paris:

The grocery-store of Amelie:

Grotere kaart weergeven

Herzog and DeMeuron's Paris appartment building:

Grotere kaart weergeven

Le Corbusier in Paris:

Grotere kaart weergeven

National Library:

Grotere kaart weergeven

Thursday, October 16, 2008


Some nice tunes I've been listening to lately...

Bon Iver - Skinny Love

Red House Painters - Have you forgotton?

Bonnie "Prince" Billy - Horses

Monday, April 30, 2007

The Mojave desert phone-booth

I stumbled upon this article on wikipedia about an isolated desert phone booth.

It was placed in the middle of the Californian desert somewhere around 1960, for local miners to make 'private' phonecalls.

15 miles from the nearest highway and miles from a building, it must have been one of the most remote phonebooths. It was fully functional too: people could make phonecalls to and from the desert. And so they did... Check out this site which has truly amazing stories about the booth!

The official Mojave Phone booth site

There's even a movie about the place!
When media found out about it, the phone booth turned into a hype.

The park rangers finally got rid of the phone because of the attention it was getting, and the lack of attention the park's nature was getting...
A map of the parc is here, which shows locations of more lonely phonebooths...

I really hope they still function, so people can go there to have a private, quiet phonecall...

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Sunday, April 29, 2007


For a few months now, I have a new addiction called 'les concerts a emporter'.

A music blog called La Blogotheque - which is superb in itself - has a special little corner with beautiful take-away musicvideos.

The Paris based blog invites the freshest, hottest, newest, best indie artists to come and play.

The Arcade Fire, Cold War Kids, I'm from Barcelona, Jens Lekman, Alamo Race Track and many more have already played, and there'll be more to follow for sure...

Locations are always exciting: a busy street, hotelroom or elevator.
The songs are performed live, pure and in one take.
The atmosphere is magical!

This has to be one of the best blogs around...

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Thursday, October 19, 2006


10 reminders for better architecture:

1 invent nothing
2 mix everything
3 consult artists
4 refine simply
5 take it further
6 remain enigmatic
7 embrace the old
8 separate shell from contents
9 be bold
10 learning by numbers

Ortner & Ortner.

I was surprised to find humor on the website, their architecture being very serious in my humble opinion. Not that seriousness is a problem!

Maybe it has to do with the kind of projects and their clients,
maybe with them being Austrian. Kidding!!!