Here’s my latest track, “Dungeon Crawl”. The title was inspired by two things – going out for a night on the town and RPGs. While seemingly disparate, they actually share a great deal of commonality. Both events often involve putting on your favorite/best gear, gathering with friends, and venturing out into the darkness to explore new areas (or visit old haunts) and encounter interesting characters, complete with soundtrack. So why not create one for both? Hope you enjoy it!
To get back in the swing of things, here’s a recent piece I’ve posted on my SoundCloud. “Night Owl” channels a late night, jazz-inspired vibe with UK garage-driven beats.
This antique shop I stopped by last weekend, called Eclectic Collectibles & Antiques, certainly lived up to its name. Even its sidewalk front, although too dark to photograph well, was littered with interesting, random objects: traffic light; bird cage; vintage car (!) … Inside, I found a treasure trove of nostalgia and found art opportunities…
(l-r) Scott Foster, “Daughter of Alderaan”, welded steel; Shari Rubeck, “I Am Human 2”, acrylic on canvas; both part of the I Love New Dork group exhibition at Bunnycutlet Gallery through September 20th.
East meets West in “Paper Cranes”, the opening soundscape to my album in progress, Broken Doors. You can sample more drafts here:
Composite image of a mural I spotted on the way to the train the other night. Not being painted on a flat, smooth surface added interesting depth and texture. I also liked the mixed typographical treatment.
Tiles in the men’s room at Brooklyn dive bar, Daddy’s, completely spattered with colorful tags and doodles. The result, particularly on the right, evoked Basquiat.
Earlier this week, my friend Nate invited me to see his band Camp Ground perform at Mercury Lounge. They delivered a dreamy set of richly layered alternative synth-pop. I then stayed for the following indie rock act, Steel Phantoms, who were quite good as well. These guys also treated us to an assortment of projected graphic art, thanks to Carmen Osterlye.
At larger showplaces, unless you’re very tall, you might have to stand near the front to get a good view of the stage. In a more intimate venue like Mercury, any spot is fine, and this night, being in back was the way to go! These projections intermittently blanketed the entire room, creating ephemeral moving prints on the backs of everyone’s shirts. I spoke to Carmen afterwards to tell her how much I enjoyed the display, and shared with her how I loved when the graphics were cast on the whole audience, activating everyone as part of the artwork!
Work on the album continues with “Revel in the Sun”…maybe it’s because of summer, but this is more of an outright dance number. It could be what would happen if Detroit techno got shipwrecked on a tropical island? I may just keep it short, because I like the idea of reversing things…making the atmospheric pieces the main event and tracks like this as interludes.
At Sky View Center yesterday, while passing through one of the upper levels, I noticed this whole array of paper pinwheel stars dangling from the ceiling. It’s nice to encounter something like that where you may not expect it – art can be anywhere. It reminded me of an experience my friend Karen had just last week. She was enjoying an evening concert of Belle and Sebastian in the park, then looked up to find some trees bathed in a surreal purple glow. Karen alluded that it was just as magical as the performance itself, if not more. Thanks to her for inspiring this post!
The title comes from a recent episode of The Big C, where the terminally ill main character spends one of her last moments with her teenage son, opening all the birthday presents she had bought for him for the rest of his life. One was a book on birdwatching. She explained to him, “I thought when you approached 30, you might get into [it], because you always point them out…up so high, I would never notice…I always look where my feet are heading, but you always look up.” The last present he unveiled (and was most delighted by) were packs of fireworks for his 18th. He immediately lit them and marveled at the man-made shooting stars. The mother smiled affirmatively and remarked, “Always looking up.”