Monday, May 16, 2005

Another Harry Partch Bootleg Flushed

The Russian word for sunset, закат (za-Kat), translates roughly to "decline." Beautiful. Axiomatic permutations notwithstanding, and ignoring for the moment certain relevant Bry Ferry Stranded couplets, today's spurning is killing me. The neighborhood's grim tool sheds are bathed in florescence; no birds do sing. They repudiate, too, and this zestless plot is transformed. On a gilded note, I return to the combine. More to follow...

Tom

Wednesday, May 04, 2005

Sprink Breag...

I'm taking a few weeks off from the blog, and I trust you'll forgive this lapse in advance of my inevitable failure to return, with any sort of Swiss precision, to the grind. I've had a wretched winter, what with my father's illnesses and subsequent emotional dislocations, and I require a length of staring-disconsolately-into-the-void time.

To Live and Shave in L.A. is in good shape, its members dispersed to all corners: Don's performing and producing in NYC and LA, Mark's on tour with Sightings, Rat's embarked on a Squelchers trek, Ben's in Los Angeles as well, our august majordomo, Chris, is taking care of beeswax in Melbourne, Australia, Andrew's busy with album prep for the third AWK album, and Thurston (our honorary lil' cuss) is bopping through the binary SY shitstem.

Me? I'm gone.