Friday night at Alt-J I leaned over to Jeso and told her I had no idea what any of the members of the band looked like before they walked out on stage around 9pm. She squealed, “me neither!” The show was awesome. Live music is the best, no? Listening to them live was lysergic acid diethylamide for my ears. Also, the song Fitzpleasure (so conveniently featured in the Youtube video above) was amazing live + a movement masterpiece. Gwil Sainsbury totally rocked out while playing the castanets (also featured in the video!). It was one of those times in life when you’re like “yeah, that person is really into this and it is awesome.”

Music weekend continued Saturday night with Sufjan Stevens, Nico Muhly and Bryce Dressner at BAM for their concert, Planetarium, inspired by the solar system.

It was incredible.

It’s incredible to see talented musicians that are making serious and intelligent work without the sarcasm and cynicism that seems to come with art created by young artists. To see something that is so well crafted, that seems so much bigger than you, and comes from a level intelligence and brilliance that most of us will never reach… well that shit is incredible.

Did I mention there were lasers and a beautiful video projected on a globe and perfect lighting? My fear is that this show was so good that it has ruined me for all other shows.

At the end of it all, after that end-of-concert clap-a-thon surprise-we’re-coming-back-onstage-for-one-more-song, Sufjan sang an acoustic “Over the Rainbow” and Jeso and I lost our shit.

Someday I’ll wish upon a star
And wake up where the clouds are far behind me
Where troubles melt like lemon drops away above the chimney tops
That’s where you’ll find me

So. Effing. Amazing.



Jeso and I went to see Alt-J last night at Webster Hall. It was my belated birthday present, a celebration of making it to 27-1/2 and a little beyond. At the show Jeso bought me a tee-shirt (which I wore today!), and a vinyl for herself. No less than 3 people said “you bought the vinyl?” then continued to have conversations with her. I held it for her while she went to the bathroom and no one talked to me. This is not surprising.

Birthday music weekend continues tonight! Sufjan at BAM. This is Jeso’s birthday present from me. We didn’t make it to Napa for her 3-0, but I think this weekend of music is a pretty great alternative.

Papercuts – Future Primitive from memphis industries on Vimeo.

Last night was the real life equivalent of the time in True Blood when Maryann hypnotizes everyone and there are crazy orgies, human sacrifice and organ harvesting. It wasn’t quite that, but it was a full moon and things were seriously off balance. Like, walking down Metropolitan a car plowed into a row of barricades that created a pedestrian sidewalk. I thanked my lucky stars that fate intervened and put a few obstacles in my route from bar to subway which prevented me from being 5 seconds earlier and directly in the path of disaster.

This song came on Pandora this morning on my walk to the studio. It mixed well with the beautiful fall weather and my general euphoric Sunday morning state… along with also having the capability to drown out the screaming of a Satan child walking down the street behind me.

I had this song in my head this morning when I went for a run. I’m thanking the higher power of sanity that the weather forecast turned my planned 6 mile death run into a short, sprint-y 3 miler and that I was not subjected to listening to my brain voice sing “I’m blue da ba dee da ba die” over and over and over again for an hour.

And no, I don’t know why I had it in my head but it might have something to do with the 90s pop hits station that I’ve been listening to on Pandora all week.

Also, this post is dedicated to AS, who told me last night how much she hates when people talk about their workouts.


This animal woke me up this morning intimating that he wanted to go for a walk. After I got out of bed and got dressed I was looking for him and found him. In bed. Asleep.


I can’t be angry, he got me to school earlier than I ever make it during the week. So there’s that. Then I had a long morning of listening to music and researching.

Rogue Wave, Chicago x 12

Normandie, Shout Out Louds

Full Circle, Half Moon Run

Run Off The Road, Ola Podrida

While we’re on the musical note… Debo and I went to see Newsies on Friday night. I had no idea of the storyline and my main reasoning for going was that the last time I saw Tony Coleslaw he said “I really want to go see Newsies.” That’s it. He told me the dancing was supposed to be amazing. A) He was so right. B) It was the gayest musical I have ever seen and in the very, very best way. Supposed orphan newspaper boys? I couldn’t remove myself from my insider knowledge of dance boys and was very amused thinking about what it must be like to be in a cast with 20 men, most of whom are probably gay. It could either be glorious or very cruel.


I haven’t been blogging.

I guess that’s because things have been moving along at a frenetic, but incredible pace.


Despite a less than optimal 6 hours of shut eye last night, I am wide awake and still all puffed up (ego wise, not in a physically uncomfortable way) over cakeface’s little ditty we did at AUNTS in a loft last night. We love performing, but we really love performing in casual venues, i.e. a loft in Bushwick with friends sitting on the floor with cheap beer and people we haven’t met yet, enjoying our (and other people’s) stuff. Nights like those make me feel like not all hope is lost for everyday people enjoying somewhat anonymous art. There’s no programs or any formality, just a list of performers on cardboard.


Trevortin leaned over to me at one point and said something like “The Factory was more crazy than this. I don’t know how that’s possible.” He was, of course, referring to Andy Warhol’s Factory where there were performances and pornos, etc. AUNTS is a sensory overload. A few times in the evening I found myself standing completely still as everyone moved and talked and tried to focus on what it felt like to be in this enormous crowd of people, in a loft, watching, late on Saturday night, September 15, 2012, in Brooklyn, in New York, in America, in the world. Is that too existential for you? Don’t worry, I creep myself out sometimes too. But being mindful heightens most awesome experiences by 25%. This statistic has been scientifically proven true by me at least twice in my life.


I extend the highest level of gratitude to my friends who made it out. I love having my non-dancer friends come out.


At the dance party afterwards I told Jeso I wanted to hear “Fantasy” by Mariah Carey, and she requested it. Everyone and I mean EVERYONE’s face lit up when it came on. She told me “look at how happy you made all these people!” This instance is a testament that I do actually make the world a better place.


Also, I dedicated last night’s performance of eating a fluffernutter and chugging a glass of chocolate milk to Cap’n Cara, who turned 2-7 yesterday. Girrrrrl, I hope you had a fantastic birthday party, and that you ate all the cake in the world. Like I said, I had my share of peanut butter, Fluff, and Wonder bread along with 2% milk and Hershey’s chocolate syrup. It was all for you.



And speaking of birthdays, I got two, TWO!, birthday presents yesterday. I got a pair of huge beautiful black and gold earrings from HAC, who was concerned they were too big for me (nonsense) and from Deb, The Normal Heart and my first ever gift from CatBird, a wish bracelet. You tie the bracelet on and make a wish, and when it falls off… well, the wish is supposed to come true. I tied it on really well so that I could extend the pre-wish fulfillment wishful thinking for as long as possible.

It shouldn’t be too hard.