Not too bad for 3 hours of sleep and still being sick.
I don't think I've done a show that hasn't had at least one Greg Dulli-related track on it.
afghan whigs - come see about me
soulsavers - arizona bay
curtis mayfield - we people who are darker than blue (dj premier remix)
unkle - eye for an eye
blonde redhead - spring and by summer fall
common - geto heaven part 2
ollabelle - john the revelator
paradise lost - one second (request)
ride - driving blind
morphine - buena
d'angelo - spanish joint
les nubians - bebela
twilight singers - last temptation
burial - archangel
liengo - tembe na tembe
funkadesi - makhana
ramsey lewis - do what you wanna (mr. scruff's soul party remix)
prototypes - track 1 (something in french)
yeah yeah yeahs - gold lions
santogold - lights out
modern lovers - i'm straight
reachout - simulation of chaos
sharon jones and the dap-kings - how long?
the mighty walker brothers - God has been good to me
tuatara- smuggler's cove
beastie boys - namaste
morcheeba - trigger hippie
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Monday, September 15, 2008
Friday, September 12, 2008
revelations
One of my old roommates used to call me a random force of chaos, due to my tendency to get into interesting situations where the unexpected always ends up taking place.
While I believe there is something divine at work in this, it's not far from the truth.
In a sense, I'm embarrassingly provincial. I've never traveled abroad (Niagara Falls doesn't count), visited very few large cities, and while I would love to see other parts of the world that I've only read about or seen pictures of in National Geographic, I content myself in the meantime to seeking adventure here.
This is home, after all. And I'm realizing more and more how deep and rich the life of this city is, and that you need to go deeper into it to find it. And sometimes it just kind of happens to you.
My roommate and I have somehow ended up in the world of the African diaspora that live in this city. I ended up at a church last Friday with primarily Nigerian immigrants, only to hang out with the Burundi kids on Saturday, sitting in at Ethiopian church on Sunday, a mutual friend of ours from Kenya cooking dinner for us this past week.
I love being able to see the world from another's perspective, learn about other places. Not just complain all the time but actively seek to see things happen.
And they always do.
While I believe there is something divine at work in this, it's not far from the truth.
In a sense, I'm embarrassingly provincial. I've never traveled abroad (Niagara Falls doesn't count), visited very few large cities, and while I would love to see other parts of the world that I've only read about or seen pictures of in National Geographic, I content myself in the meantime to seeking adventure here.
This is home, after all. And I'm realizing more and more how deep and rich the life of this city is, and that you need to go deeper into it to find it. And sometimes it just kind of happens to you.
My roommate and I have somehow ended up in the world of the African diaspora that live in this city. I ended up at a church last Friday with primarily Nigerian immigrants, only to hang out with the Burundi kids on Saturday, sitting in at Ethiopian church on Sunday, a mutual friend of ours from Kenya cooking dinner for us this past week.
I love being able to see the world from another's perspective, learn about other places. Not just complain all the time but actively seek to see things happen.
And they always do.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
the days are numbered
I've never been one to do anything really crazy, but I have always been a sucker for abandoned and forgotten places. One of the best ones within driving distance is Chippewa Lake Park, which has been abandoned since the late 1970s.
When I was in college (grad school actually), my roommate and I drove over there with her camera to check the place out. We tried to get a couple guy friends to go with us but no one was free, and this whole venture took on a cliche horror movie feel (two college girls enter an abandoned amusement park and encounter a psychotic killer, etc, etc...).
The area itself feels like one of those photos you see of Appalachian regions in southern Ohio, with lots of trailers and rickety houses and stray animals everywhere. The park itself turned out to be more or less an open secret. Getting in was no trouble because there were people-sized holes conveniently cut into the fence all around. You could see the turnstiles through the bushes, and the frame of the old rollercoaster towering over the trees.
Further in, you could follow the pavement through the park, past the ballroom that had burned down, to the ferris wheel, the doodlebug ride, and the midway, full of collapsing stands.
What was so creepy about this place, though, was how abruptly it seemed to have been abandoned. Maintenance vehicles rusting away, all the rides still intact as nature took them over. I was completely jumpy the whole time, wondering if anyone was in these abandoned buildings, how fresh those other footprints were, but we had no such encounters.
I just found out today that someone has bought this property and plans to turn it into a resort with shopping, spas, resort hotels. I wonder who's going to drive this far and if they'll be able to handle the incredible amount of mosquitoes.
So if you're looking to explore this place, it's probably better to do it sooner rather than later.
When I was in college (grad school actually), my roommate and I drove over there with her camera to check the place out. We tried to get a couple guy friends to go with us but no one was free, and this whole venture took on a cliche horror movie feel (two college girls enter an abandoned amusement park and encounter a psychotic killer, etc, etc...).
The area itself feels like one of those photos you see of Appalachian regions in southern Ohio, with lots of trailers and rickety houses and stray animals everywhere. The park itself turned out to be more or less an open secret. Getting in was no trouble because there were people-sized holes conveniently cut into the fence all around. You could see the turnstiles through the bushes, and the frame of the old rollercoaster towering over the trees.
Further in, you could follow the pavement through the park, past the ballroom that had burned down, to the ferris wheel, the doodlebug ride, and the midway, full of collapsing stands.
What was so creepy about this place, though, was how abruptly it seemed to have been abandoned. Maintenance vehicles rusting away, all the rides still intact as nature took them over. I was completely jumpy the whole time, wondering if anyone was in these abandoned buildings, how fresh those other footprints were, but we had no such encounters.
I just found out today that someone has bought this property and plans to turn it into a resort with shopping, spas, resort hotels. I wonder who's going to drive this far and if they'll be able to handle the incredible amount of mosquitoes.
So if you're looking to explore this place, it's probably better to do it sooner rather than later.
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
there's a storm in my house...
I woke up before my alarm this morning to the sound of rain and wind and doors slamming and windows rattling.
I do like driving in the early morning hours before everyone's up. Just the lights and the road and the radio.
playlist 9/9/08
sneaker pimps - 6 underground (remix)
santogold & diplo - guns of brooklyn
afghan whigs - beware (al green cover)
the roots - break you off (live)
robert plant & alison krauss - fortuneteller
leadbelly - where did you sleep last night
erykah badu - that hump
morphine - i had my chance
martina topley-bird - valentine
sing-sing - tegan
heatmiser - low flying jets
cold war kids - hang me up to dry
john gorka - i'm from new jersey
tsunami - genius of crack
throwing muses - shimmer
the breeders - cannonball
kasabian - lsf
arrested development - united front
res - i've known the garden
trevor dandy - is there any love
the clash - ghetto defendant
tuatara - streets of new delhi
dengue fever - flowers
delta 72 - 7+7
john coltrane - my favorite things
I do like driving in the early morning hours before everyone's up. Just the lights and the road and the radio.
playlist 9/9/08
sneaker pimps - 6 underground (remix)
santogold & diplo - guns of brooklyn
afghan whigs - beware (al green cover)
the roots - break you off (live)
robert plant & alison krauss - fortuneteller
leadbelly - where did you sleep last night
erykah badu - that hump
morphine - i had my chance
martina topley-bird - valentine
sing-sing - tegan
heatmiser - low flying jets
cold war kids - hang me up to dry
john gorka - i'm from new jersey
tsunami - genius of crack
throwing muses - shimmer
the breeders - cannonball
kasabian - lsf
arrested development - united front
res - i've known the garden
trevor dandy - is there any love
the clash - ghetto defendant
tuatara - streets of new delhi
dengue fever - flowers
delta 72 - 7+7
john coltrane - my favorite things
Friday, September 5, 2008
undiscovered
my wonderful roommate Jocelyn just clued me in on this:
6th Annual JAZZ at the Rockefeller Greenhouse
Tour the Grounds! Dig the Sounds!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
1:00-4:30 p.m.
750 E. 88th Street
FREE
Looking for a fun way to spend Saturday afternoon? Come to the Rockefeller Park Greenhouse for its popular annual jazz concert, featuring two well-known, locally-based jazz groups-- Annette Keys & Road Trip, and the
Jazz Heritage Orchestra Quintet.
Enjoy free Lolly the Trolley rides through the Cultural Gardens, planting activities and face painting, and sign up to vote. Light refreshments will be available for purchase.
In the event of inclement weather, a rain date is scheduled for Sunday,
September 7.
For more information, call 216-664-3103 or visit http://www.rockefellergreenhouse.org.
I've always loved driving through there, but never actually explored the area for myself. My dad was born off of Ansel Road and spent his early years there before everyone ran for the suburbs and he took me down there on one of the days we used to have when I'd cut class and he showed me the house that he grew up in where all the streets have Polish names.
My grandparents lived over there back in the day, my great uncles played tennis on the courts and ice-skated at the lagoons. I've always wanted to walk down there and now I actually have a chance to.
6th Annual JAZZ at the Rockefeller Greenhouse
Tour the Grounds! Dig the Sounds!
Saturday, September 6, 2008
1:00-4:30 p.m.
750 E. 88th Street
FREE
Looking for a fun way to spend Saturday afternoon? Come to the Rockefeller Park Greenhouse for its popular annual jazz concert, featuring two well-known, locally-based jazz groups-- Annette Keys & Road Trip, and the
Jazz Heritage Orchestra Quintet.
Enjoy free Lolly the Trolley rides through the Cultural Gardens, planting activities and face painting, and sign up to vote. Light refreshments will be available for purchase.
In the event of inclement weather, a rain date is scheduled for Sunday,
September 7.
For more information, call 216-664-3103 or visit http://www.rockefellergreenhouse.org.
I've always loved driving through there, but never actually explored the area for myself. My dad was born off of Ansel Road and spent his early years there before everyone ran for the suburbs and he took me down there on one of the days we used to have when I'd cut class and he showed me the house that he grew up in where all the streets have Polish names.
My grandparents lived over there back in the day, my great uncles played tennis on the courts and ice-skated at the lagoons. I've always wanted to walk down there and now I actually have a chance to.
snark.
We never get hurricanes in Ohio, just grey skies and washes of rain. Maybe it will restore the tomato plant that's fainting on my back balcony. In the meantime it makes me drowsy and restless.
In the meantime, the Lakewood police blotter never fails me. And while most of the incidents involve public intoxication and bicycle theft, there are others that are somewhat entertaining... For having the feel of living in the city, there's something kind of charming about some of these.
09/04/08
COMPLAINT, OLIVE AVENUE:A resident reported that someone attempted to her garage overnight on Aug. 26 but were unable to get inside due to all of her junk.
COMPLAINT, FRANKLIN BOULEVARD:A man selling bootleg Alice Cooper T-shirts was sent on his way at 8:13 p.m. Aug. 26.
COMPLAINT, DETROIT AVENUE:A man stole an Indians hat from a business and left on a push scooter at 5:08 p.m
COMPLAINT, DETROIT AVENUE:A man in a gorilla costume was throwing trash can lids into the street at 11:11 p.m. Saturday.
COMPLAINT, LAKE AVENUE:A resident called police believing that the government was hacking into her computer at 5:38 p.m. Saturday. The resident did not have Internet access.
COMPLAINT, NEWMAN AVENUE:Police were called on a man shooting squirrels in his back yard at 12:23 p.m. Saturday. The man stated that he was shooting the animals because they were eating his pears.
SUSPICION, DETROIT AVENUE:A caller heard a woman's scream coming from a parking lot at 12:21 a.m. Aug. 12. The woman was screaming because her soda had exploded in her face.
In the meantime, the Lakewood police blotter never fails me. And while most of the incidents involve public intoxication and bicycle theft, there are others that are somewhat entertaining... For having the feel of living in the city, there's something kind of charming about some of these.
09/04/08
COMPLAINT, OLIVE AVENUE:A resident reported that someone attempted to her garage overnight on Aug. 26 but were unable to get inside due to all of her junk.
COMPLAINT, FRANKLIN BOULEVARD:A man selling bootleg Alice Cooper T-shirts was sent on his way at 8:13 p.m. Aug. 26.
COMPLAINT, DETROIT AVENUE:A man stole an Indians hat from a business and left on a push scooter at 5:08 p.m
COMPLAINT, DETROIT AVENUE:A man in a gorilla costume was throwing trash can lids into the street at 11:11 p.m. Saturday.
COMPLAINT, LAKE AVENUE:A resident called police believing that the government was hacking into her computer at 5:38 p.m. Saturday. The resident did not have Internet access.
COMPLAINT, NEWMAN AVENUE:Police were called on a man shooting squirrels in his back yard at 12:23 p.m. Saturday. The man stated that he was shooting the animals because they were eating his pears.
SUSPICION, DETROIT AVENUE:A caller heard a woman's scream coming from a parking lot at 12:21 a.m. Aug. 12. The woman was screaming because her soda had exploded in her face.
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