I remember reading the word for the first time and chewing it like a piece of perfectly done steak: gestalt. It had come out of the mouth of Richard Patrick, frontman of Filter. It was in one of those very mid-’90s, sound-bitey to the point of being fetishistic “light” news sections in Rolling Stone or SPIN. […]
Hello, hallo, hellu, fair citizens of the blogosphere. Apologies for the extended radio silence. I’m back from a whirly-windy trip to London with two brains’ worth of ideas and too few cradles to birth them. It dawned on me this morning that I might as well start simple: a recurring photo-based blog series that communicates […]
I was around 18 when I first read that famous quote that’s often attributed to Elvis Costello—”Writing about music is like dancing about architecture; it’s a really stupid thing to want to do.” I was likely hanging ten in my childhood bedroom, head buried in a Rolling Stone, naive to the fact that a bespectacled […]
A tornado walloped Brooklyn last night, and on the bus ride home it hit me that for the first time in my adult life, I'm having fun writing. This realization sprang not from the electrical currents in the air but from the simple fact I'm reliving the most painful moments of my creative expression from a safe distance.
It's one of my most annoying traits: I'm a novelist, but not a great lover of many novels, especially anything post-1960.