Sunday, July 20, 2008
Friday, July 18, 2008
Wednesday, July 16, 2008
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Jump to the series' seventh disc, this one opening with a Billy Crystal interview where he's talking about a childhood memory of going to Yankee Stadium. And I begin to waver in my decision to convert to a Boston fan. Until the end of his anecdote, where he begins to use words like history and tradition, and I know that I made the right choice. It's best to leave those teams in the past, for that is the only place I can still see the lineup whose names I still remember. Chambliss, Randolph, Dent, Nettles (my man!), Jackson, Rivers, Pinella. Thurman Munson behind the plate, Guidry and Goose Gossage standing 60 feet, 6 inches away. And Billy Martin on the dugout steps, one eye on the field, the other to the owner's box, both eyes filled with fire.
Yet ironically, my greatest memories of the game are of the Sox. Sitting on the front porch with my grandfather, he working his pipe with his teeth, me drinking my iced tea, both of us in absent-minded concentration on every word coming out of Fenway Park and straight into our transistor radio. In that shared space, in that silence, was the birth of my meditation practice.
On the turntable: Jakob Dylan, "Seeing Things"
On the nighttable: Ian F. Svenonius, "The Psychic Soviet" (Brilliant! Hilarious!...Brillarious!)
Saturday, July 12, 2008
'Twas my birthday today. With every passing year, I strongly believe that I didn't grow up, just grew taller...
Cheers to the Tokyo gang who helped me celebrate. More like y'all celebrated, and I sat with my 50 yard samadhi stare, the latest victim of a yogic overdose.
Thanks especially for not singing that goddamn song...
On the turntable: Bob Marley, "Babylon by Bus"
On the nighttable: Paul Auster, "Leviathon"
Thursday, July 10, 2008
Hear the season's first cicada,
As I pee.
On the turntable: Fela Kuti, "Roforo Fight"
On the nighttable: David Mitchell, "Black Swan Green"
On the reel table: "The State of Things" (Wenders, 1982)
Tuesday, July 08, 2008
A storm had been flirting with us all week, driving up the barometric pressure, causing any movement to become clumsy and awkward, any thought thick and slow. So this morning, when the storm finally made her move, tearing open her bodice, thrashing about, and writhing in violent and boisterous passion, it brought a release that was almost sexual.
On the turntable: Ry Cooder, "My Name is Buddy"
On the nighttable: Amy Willard Cross, "The Summer House"
On the reel table: "Onibaba" (Shindo, 1964)