Boogie’s daughter, Kim, texted me this photo she found among her mother’s things. I’m thinking this is early ‘90s, after we moved to Albuquerque. That’s a Labatt’s in my grimy paw and some sort of Grateful Dead homage.
Three things I learned Saturday night at the Artisphere in Arlington: Carrie Rodriquez and Luke Jacobs are incredible. If you don’t already own one of her CDs, go download one. Now. If you already own one, order another. If she comes to your town, go see her. The DC Circulator can be a savior from […]
And so it begins. The first ornament of 2013 arrived in the mail today. It had a Missoula return address. Didn’t the Unabomber live thereabouts? There’s back story here. John Baker visited D.C. earlier this year, and we went to see the amazing, vicious Ike Reilly live at a house concert in Tacoma Park. Incredible […]
Saw these guys at the Basement Tavern in Santa Monica on Wednesday. They definitely rocked the place. The Devil’s Box is a “punk rock, revisionist-western take on playing fiddle tunes from around the world. Two-beat Cajun stomps, break-neck bluegrass, haunting Gypsy laments, and cranked out Celtic jigs all get twisted, bent, and melted down to […]
I stumbled upon this parade on Pennsylvania Avenue today en route to the National Book Festival. Total D.C. randomness. Que milagro.
David Carr on Crazy Horse’s recent show at the Outside Lands festival: “Seeing them play was like watching an ancient steam shovel unfurl, claw the night air and dig in.” Quote from New York Times interview.
Wendell Berry was hitting stride while delivering the 41st annual Jefferson Lecture in the Humanities at Kennedy Center last night. The great agrarian poet was calling out the excesses of corporate America, technology, capitalism and our rampant disregard for nature. Our wanderlust has destroyed our rootedness, our sense of place. It suddenly dawned on me […]
It’s hard to believe the concrete chaos of Mexico City was once a large system of lakes and canals. At Xochimilco, it’s possible to get a taste of what things once were. Trajineras, boats reminiscent of Venetian gondolas, line the docks, waiting to take tourists out to see the floating gardens that lounge throughout the […]
On cellos. This is bad-ass.
What’s going on, a photo by Suffering the Benz on Flickr. After dinner at Marvin at 14th and U, Lara and I ascended to the upstairs bar, where we had a few drinks and watched Friday night unfurl on the street below. Marvin is a culinary tribute to the two years DC’s Marvin Gaye spent […]