illinois and/or indiana
listening to king sunny ade’s ja funmi (1982)
project for soul clap. our idea is to show the boys as aliens landing and broadcasting their message as entertainment to the people. thus alluding to the efunk “mothership” homage and transition to the chameleon (reptilian-esque) artwork of the new self-titled album.
we print and cut up a dozen or so color copies of the artwork in various sizes. zey does the drawings by hand for rotoscoping. was a fun couple days
listening to soul clap at sunday school for degenerates (2010)
or the what happened to the book story…
and/or the what are you doing with your life(‘tory)
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listening to tracie spencer’s this house (1990)
from dixie to a lake in michigan
my taste of georgia’s coast draws to a close. an interesting experience and i learned i love living on a beach, but this is not my beach: it is their beach and it is like gummo meets a prequel to wall-e. isn’t it great they have a beach that’s not my beach?
an invitation to lake-house in michigan arrives with perfect timing: hurricane matthew
my drive to the lake house is pleasant, introspective, full of hard rain – not quite “baptismal” though it has the cleansing vibe one looks for in hard rain. i stop in ashville – i like it there and the iyengar studio has nice views of the mountains which, though hard to see beyond all the prop-cities, is just lovely. my prop city had a million blankets
pulled over in ohio – no ticket
the cottage has been in the friend’s family for a hundred years. it gets the sunsets across the lake. what a treat! a reward for the taste of a place well-done ferrrrrsure
listening to jonathan wilson’s the way i feel (2011)
if ever pulled-over for speeding in ohio, i recommend the butterfly landing on the hand experience. it was an unexpected yet playful take on the classic traffic stop. the butterfly was soothing and the officer engaging. i got off with warning and a story. how do you get off?
chatham county, georgia
spanish moss doesn’t play for the camera. try and try to take pictures of her but it’s no use, she’s to be felt. savannah too. the old town and its squares, the gospel coming from the churches on sundays, the cargo boats, the dress and the dialect, sometimes i can’t tell if it’s authentic or retro but it doesn’t matter, things are the way they are and that’s how the south would have everything if it could. after a month in the city i move to the beach. i wake up and meditate by the ocean then go to yoga before going to work at a little restaurant in an old house, it’s not bad – ice cream everyday
the baywatch movie is filming on the beach.
listening to bombino’s tar hani (2011)
south into dixie
listed five places from the map and moved to the first one that came back to me in conversation. proximity to the ocean’s the primary calling. is it really a move? on this drive, at this moment, i’m thinking: i’ll only stay long enough to taste
this year needs a bindle
the whole of golden hour’s spent watching the above house change colors. there’s nothing inside it. the tree in the photo above is as big and old as it looks.
listening to rhythm & sound’s mango drive (2001)