Happy belated New Year!
I have several projects in development; one is a scripted series two NY producers are helping me with, and another is a pet project I'll be directing, a mash-up of rock and roll and comedy. There's the continuingly slow yet steady work on the manuscript for No New York, and new music projects happening as well ( one is très funky)! The good work goes on with Jail Guitar Doors. We 're beginning our songwriting workshop at the Century Regional Detention Facility (aka the Lynwood Women's Jail) soon and we need women guitar players in the Los Angeles area to volunteer. It's the most rewarding service work I've ever done.
Have been revisiting Guy Debord and the Situationists again; never grow tired of the theory of the Spectacle. It resonates. Simply put, the world we see is not the real world but the world we are conditioned to see, and the Situationist agenda is to explain and show how the nightmare works so that everyone can wake up. Very punk without the punk, as in, if you must call me names, call me a Situationist. We need the new millennial Situationists! Stay woke indeed.
Here's a favorite poem in honor of Valentine's Day, by Langston Hughes:
Harlem Night Song
Come,
Let us roam the night together
Singing.
I love you.
Across
The Harlem roof-tops
Moon is shining
Night sky is blue.
Stars are great drops
Of golden dew.
In the cabaret
The jazz-band's playing.
I love you.
Come,
Let us roam the night together
Singing.
Inspired by Langston, I've written a love poem for Valentine's Day on the blog page, which you can access HERE. POEM: THE 8
Also, was honored to discover Thurston Moore's moving review of my tribute book for Peter Laughner, Peter & the Wolves in the very cool zine he and Byron Coley put out last month called Bull Tongue. From his review: "This is a book of love. A story where no matter how lost the most lost heart in rock and roll can drop there is an angel of transmission passing the fever of ecstatic rebel glory to whomever he hears has the magic (in this case young Adele). As the book begins and ends we hear Peter recognizing Adele's strum, her vocal sweetness on stage kicking real deal rock and roll ass and inviting her IN. This leads Adele into places of new definition which 35+ years she knows was the coolest shit time of her life and, regardless of theoretical scenarios, is thee coolest thing that could have happened to her as an artist, a woman, a human, a writer. All emanating from a strange and deliciously damaged encounter with the incendiary light of Peter Laughner, an American genius of the rock n roll heart."
Thank you, Thurston. Looks like I may have to publish this book, since the 200 copies I printed are gone gone. And you're so right, meeting Peter was the coolest moment of my life in many ways. Yet, at 35+ years, as Frank sings and nails it, I can confidently say, "The best is yet to come."
I have several projects in development; one is a scripted series two NY producers are helping me with, and another is a pet project I'll be directing, a mash-up of rock and roll and comedy. There's the continuingly slow yet steady work on the manuscript for No New York, and new music projects happening as well ( one is très funky)! The good work goes on with Jail Guitar Doors. We 're beginning our songwriting workshop at the Century Regional Detention Facility (aka the Lynwood Women's Jail) soon and we need women guitar players in the Los Angeles area to volunteer. It's the most rewarding service work I've ever done.
Have been revisiting Guy Debord and the Situationists again; never grow tired of the theory of the Spectacle. It resonates. Simply put, the world we see is not the real world but the world we are conditioned to see, and the Situationist agenda is to explain and show how the nightmare works so that everyone can wake up. Very punk without the punk, as in, if you must call me names, call me a Situationist. We need the new millennial Situationists! Stay woke indeed.
Here's a favorite poem in honor of Valentine's Day, by Langston Hughes:
Harlem Night Song
Come,
Let us roam the night together
Singing.
I love you.
Across
The Harlem roof-tops
Moon is shining
Night sky is blue.
Stars are great drops
Of golden dew.
In the cabaret
The jazz-band's playing.
I love you.
Come,
Let us roam the night together
Singing.
Inspired by Langston, I've written a love poem for Valentine's Day on the blog page, which you can access HERE. POEM: THE 8
Also, was honored to discover Thurston Moore's moving review of my tribute book for Peter Laughner, Peter & the Wolves in the very cool zine he and Byron Coley put out last month called Bull Tongue. From his review: "This is a book of love. A story where no matter how lost the most lost heart in rock and roll can drop there is an angel of transmission passing the fever of ecstatic rebel glory to whomever he hears has the magic (in this case young Adele). As the book begins and ends we hear Peter recognizing Adele's strum, her vocal sweetness on stage kicking real deal rock and roll ass and inviting her IN. This leads Adele into places of new definition which 35+ years she knows was the coolest shit time of her life and, regardless of theoretical scenarios, is thee coolest thing that could have happened to her as an artist, a woman, a human, a writer. All emanating from a strange and deliciously damaged encounter with the incendiary light of Peter Laughner, an American genius of the rock n roll heart."
Thank you, Thurston. Looks like I may have to publish this book, since the 200 copies I printed are gone gone. And you're so right, meeting Peter was the coolest moment of my life in many ways. Yet, at 35+ years, as Frank sings and nails it, I can confidently say, "The best is yet to come."