Did You See Jupiter?

Hello I am a kick drum slanting ever so slightly this way and that, eyeing the lattice above and wondering about my weight. I weigh a lot. B...

When work sort of starts to begin.

I've been reading Borges and flashed on him on lot during Dandy Jack's set at Cielo tonight—which, granted, is transferrence of the ...

Here’s an Onion A.V. Club interview I did with David Lynch in his suite at the Hotel On Rivington on the Lower East Side. We sat and drank...

Chicago bending on silver that turned black.

Here's my Top 10 Albums & Singles list for 2006, with notes that ran in The Onion , plus a couple other short lists submitted to the...

My thinking as to the relevance of trees within these lives that we live? I’m glad you asked! There’s a remarkable one right outside my bedr...

CNN's Dana Bash: The blinkingest human being on the planet?

I played a lot of chess this weekend and failed increasingly miserably by the game, flaming out in the fourth and final one with a whimper. ...

Today started with coffee sipped while interviewing Lindsey Buckingham at the Ritz Carlton and ended with beer finished just as two guys in ...

Fruitful exercise for gorgeous twilight Sunday afternoons/evenings in Prospect Park: try to imagine what a startled stickbug might think whi...

The rain sounds distant and miffed, bored with itself, resigned to its fate as rain but just barely. Tired, spent, uninvested. In the earlie...

He spent all kinds of time in mind of lederhosen yet knew nothing of their provenance. His favorite kind of cactus was ocotillo for reasons ...

The print of Buster Keaton’s Seven Chances I saw tonight at Film Forum had no soundtrack, which, after an initial spell of anxiety over bei...

I went sailing for the first time last weekend in Connecticut, where you can rent a 14-foot boat for $26/hour without being asked any questi...

I’ve long liked Fleetwood Mac’s Tusk (after reading of it being Lindsay Buckingham’s coked-up answer to Brian Wilson and Brian Eno) but I r...

So Thursday marks the premiere of the newly redesigned and expanded print edition of The Onion , which has commandeered most of my waking ho...

Great New York scene on the late-night subway ride home: Guy with natty dreads compulsively filing through his iPod and screaming about Blac...

I’ve been finding the whole Zidane affair almost unbearably sad to watch footage of the past few days, this stately legend jogging taxed and...

How exciting to be typing away at nothing in particular and all of the sudden find fresh blood on my desk where my arms rest! It's unsou...

Allow me to stand up and say that not everything David Blaine does is automatically, inherently, diabolically lame. It’s almost as if there’...

Tonight involved playing a Table Tennis video game in a Bowery loft that Rockstar Games rented out for the express purpose of showing off a ...

Do you think CNN chief national correspondent John King talks like that all the time? Like telling his friends about a vacation or just gabb...

I’d never had a professional massage before but after cashing a gift certificate tonight I found myself face down in my underwear under a sh...

After a S.H.I.T.T.Y. day that involved lots of staring into space and wondering what, if anything, differed between me and the space I was s...

Right now my (Russian? definitely Eastern European) neighbors upstairs are hosting a party that involves an unbelievable amount of singing a...

Of all the single-malt Islay scotches I’ve become devoted to in recent months my favorite is generally whichever one happens to be in my cab...

—So what is served by serving no one at the expense of another? Except for everything. That’s so lacking in structure as to be meaningless. ...

I just played five tracks and spoke about them for the "Aesthetics Of Pop" podcast series on Stylus Magazine . It's 38 minutes...

Spent the night freaking out over Busby Berkeley after getting the new six-DVD set in a box I was as excited to open as any I've pawed i...

I don't feel entirely comfortable just posting a link to something else I wrote on another blog (this one a more official one, for where...

Call up your henchmen and slam on the brakes. The time to end it all is nigh! By all I don’t mean everything; that should go without saying....

This is what it looks like where I was in the Austrian Alps with skis on my feet.

I know his stock has dwindled but after seeing him DJ last week and having my own rather surprisingly low expectations met with the kind of ...

Here's my Top 10 albums list for the year, as published in The Onion . And a piece on Diplo that ran in the Washington Post . Huzzah.

Here's a Vashti Bunyan piece I wrote for the Washington Post .

He was a worthy adversary, this brown trout caught at the furious end of a few days' fly-fishing in Scotland. There were lots of sheep t...

As might be inferred from the picture below, I went recently to Marfa, Texas, where Donald Judd worked to reconcile minimalism (as a medium,...

Here's a Seattle Weekly piece I wrote about a mix I made. Also, where I work launched at long-last a new and several-thousand-times-mo...

Superpitcher threw down Tuesday at Cielo, moody and musical at the start but then quickly antic in ways that made his boat-stripe shirt twit...

There’s been a whole lot of not posting going on around here and I guess that’s not good but blame it on summer and a newly acquired taste f...

As per Matos ’s invitation: 1) Total number of books I’ve owned Oh jeez, enough that the piles grow and bend as much as my plants. In the ne...

Why do you like repetition, how, and when? In what way does it affect your interaction with people and things, generally? Do you consider re...

Saw M.A.N.D.Y. at Tribeca Grand last night, who were awesome. Two guys who it’s said produce most of the tracks for comely Berlin label Get ...

Here's a Fischerspooner piece I wrote for the Washington Post .

Just how techno is cross-country skiing is the rhetorical question I would pose were I to address the two in tandem, which two incidentally ...

It’s been out for what context qualifies as ages now (which is to say a few months), but Michael Mayer’s Touch continues to grow more and m...

Grapefruit pulled in sections not meant to be savored in any way you might have thought to, rolling on a ledge, the fire escape lean, rust o...

Have a filter or don’t it’s really not a choice so there. Of all the things to choose or not you’d have to rank it if not rate it regardless...

There are lots of reasons to like Nellie McKay, but one in particular has to be the way she’s taken to leading her audiences through existen...

It’s Groundhog Day, which you could half-heartedly acknowledge and wave away or take a moment to recognize the many wonders of. Think about ...

Here’s a mix I made for a friend that ended up being really good. UP PAST YOUR EYES & DOWN BY YOUR FEET 01 Scottish Children (Ala...

There's a short review of Ricardo Villalobos' really rather excellent new album at the bottom of this page from the Washington Post...

Tick tock tick tock...

She was sitting in Chicago eating rubber bands, spying a jungle gym through her left eye and an airplane hangar through her right. The cloud...

Here's Superpitcher during a particularly devilish and zoinksy stretch of his set from below. And my Top 10 albums list for the y...

Gel on a lens looking where her face could only begin to resolve, soft and furious something out of Guy Maddin something by Guy Madd...