Had a blast this weekend during the Anti-Christmas Market at ESDIP Berlin! It was really great seeing such a huge outpouring of support on a rainy Saturday for the creative community, and attendees and vendors had a great time. Many thanks to all who attended, and especially the vendors for their hard work!
The first time I met Erik Petersen was after an acoustic show he played in Clark Park after a night of Pointless Fest in Philly, on an unbelievably hot August weekend in 2005. I was on tour with my band Countdown to Armageddon, our friends Kakistocracy from Asheville, and Schifosi from Melbourne, and after the gig our friends invited us to join them to watch Erik play. Read More
my friend has this theory about keys:
that if you hold on to them after you relocate to a new place
and they no longer serve their intended use
they will form a vacuum in space
draining and sucking life from everything that surrounds them
into a black spiral of the great nothing
to twist and churn like new molasses
or corroded motor oil rotting in an engine block
a forgotten car carcass on the lawn
a vacuole in a cell that stores no water
caving itself in
I received some disheartening news that Cliff Gustafson passed away this week. If any of you have spent time at the Twilight Exit you may have seen Cliff slamming cards into the ceiling decked out in his signature tux. I had the honor of making a documentary short titled “I’m Here on Wednesdays” with Mary Chakhtoura about Cliff last year, and we hosted a little screening at the Twilight in May while he was performing there. It was our first attempt at making a movie, and he was so awesome and patient in working with us on the project.
I can’t believe 2015 is already coming to a close! This year simultaneously feels like it flew by and lasted a decade, with relocating halfway across the world and the immense amount of traveling I’ve done recently. I’ve had quite an ever-changing soundtrack over this time, so without further ado, here’s what’s been blasting my headphones for this year, in no particular order or preference. ::
Today marks the 180th day since my transition to Berlin from Seattle. It’s unbelievable that six months has already passed; in some ways I feel like I’ve been here for years, and other ways it seems like I just got off the plane at Tegel Airport in June. I was warned that time flies in this city. I’m also exceptionally good at not listening to things people warn me about.