Sunday, April 27, 2014
Manasquan nJ
Tuesday, April 22, 2014
From junior high through high school I usually spent this week at my Nana's in Atlantic City, traveling down by slow local bus on Monday. Easter week was also the annual convention of Catholic Educators.
Sunday, April 20, 2014
Easter Atlantic City NJ
Thursday, April 17, 2014
Four Principles
Be free to do what you want, in your art.
Experimental art can be capable of explaining itself as it is experienced. (See Pauline Oliveros)
"Remember when I say teacher, I also mean student..." Mary Caroline Richards. Strive for peer relationships regardless of differences in age, experience, skill.
Sow too much irony, reap an ugly crop of cynicism.
Experimental art can be capable of explaining itself as it is experienced. (See Pauline Oliveros)
"Remember when I say teacher, I also mean student..." Mary Caroline Richards. Strive for peer relationships regardless of differences in age, experience, skill.
Sow too much irony, reap an ugly crop of cynicism.
Sunday, April 13, 2014
Manasquan NJ
Carlson's Corner
In honor of Facebook friending my cousin Randy, who I haven't seen since we were teens, & only saw once or twice a year anyway. My sister, named for his mom & a favorite of his dad, had a close relationship with them, if not with Randy.
The only thing I envied about Randy was that they had a beachfront cottage in Manasquan, nothing fancy (actually, they had two, rented out the other one), nice musty odor beachfront houses acquire. The envy pretty much went away after my grandmother retired to Atlantic City & between staying with her & our annual week vacation, I was spending nearly a month at the shore every year, including a week after Easter. Manasquan didn't have much action & you couldn't just stroll across the inlet to Point Pleasant Beach boardwalk.
In honor of Facebook friending my cousin Randy, who I haven't seen since we were teens, & only saw once or twice a year anyway. My sister, named for his mom & a favorite of his dad, had a close relationship with them, if not with Randy.
The only thing I envied about Randy was that they had a beachfront cottage in Manasquan, nothing fancy (actually, they had two, rented out the other one), nice musty odor beachfront houses acquire. The envy pretty much went away after my grandmother retired to Atlantic City & between staying with her & our annual week vacation, I was spending nearly a month at the shore every year, including a week after Easter. Manasquan didn't have much action & you couldn't just stroll across the inlet to Point Pleasant Beach boardwalk.
Labels: boardwalks, jersey shore, postcard
Friday, April 11, 2014
Laura Nyro - Brown Earth
I don't know if Carrie likes Laura, but this is one of my fave "being alive" songs. for her recent birthday.
Labels: birthday, music, video
Sunday, April 06, 2014
Atlantic City NJ
Thursday, April 03, 2014
Rixarcade You Tube Channel
Congratulations to me, passed 1000 music uploads & 1000 subscribers for the Rixarcade You Tube Channel. I wanted the channel in the spirit of my WFMU shows, open to following wherever it took me. This was my first upload, Sept. 16, 2010.
Wednesday, April 02, 2014
Come Fly With Me
Originally posted April 10, 2006
"If a nation expects to be ignorant and free, in a state of civilization, it expects what never was and never will be." Thomas Jefferson
It's one thing to dream about Frank Sinatra, much more freaky to dream that I am Frank Sinatra. For this dream, inventing a huge hotel/casino to wander around in, not in a city, with endless anonymous hallways, elevators with uniformed operators (do I tip them?), gift shops, strange magazine stands, even a big wedding reception in one of the banquet rooms. & I, Frank Sinatra, not even resembling Frank in my dream much less possessed of his voice, confidence, entourage or penthouse suite, wandering around after my show wondering where the hell my room is, & if I have a late or early checkout. & I constructed this edifice out of one visit six years ago to Caesar's in Atlantic City? Poet Jim Cohn suggested to me a while back that it would be interesting, possibly instructive, to talk with some of the dream inhabitants. But this requires a lucidity I didn't have last night. Because I couldn't believe I was who I seemed to be. Had I said to myself, in the dream,"OK, you're Frank, what would Frank do? Demand better accomodations! Crash the wedding! Smack a broad!" then it would have played out differently.
