Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Jumbled together individual letters collected to form of love, mind sweat, invisible tears papers on Africa, odes to dead young men inside a silver box spilled upon with nonalcoholic drink and paperclip dents slowly he creeps from a mind of a young evil hacking genius crawling anonymously through my...

Yes, off the subject, bohonato, I have heard that Nick song, it is great.

And this was a great thread, good to revisit the past but also to flow on into the future.

A fun thing I have been doing is reading of the old LK "Stories" board, reading of stories of members known and not known. I wish I could still respond to the stories, and wonder what has become of several old people I used to chat with. But in same I am very glad this site exists. A continuance of ...

I remember after 9/11 how everyone was in a flag frenzy. Flags on anything you could put, flags on your car flags everywhere, people waving flags on highway overpasses in many cities across the States, rallying cars as they honked past. I remember tying a piece of flag material to my backpack and ro...

Hey An-One, that Bill Evans is one my favorites.

I like the "trying to teach them to be like you envisioned them" It's interesting.

In a hour I'll skip across an ocean of many bands Ejamplo:anything Live at the Village Vanguard (I am picky about jazz, but everyone seems to sound good when they played there) a bit of Ministry a bit of Pavement Thurston crooning "The Diamond Sea" (which is the best song ever and Lee sing-talking "...

One of the best movies I've seen in a long time. I'm glad Martin Scorcese won for it-he deserved it. Movies always make us Irish people look like supremely violent lager louts. I'm charmed, I'm offended, I'm... Oh and here's the review I've been giving people, correct as it is or not "Erm, I guess i...

I must be a simple person, for whence I'm in New York I simply require:
Papaya King
Central Park
and
any nearest Thrift Store

Thank ya. Ah yes, when the words start to flow, sometimes I forget about the madness of commas. I shall work on that. & good luck with da desert. Whether it be in your mind or in reality. Bring some water.

If Ken Burns were to make a documentary of my life, he'd have to include "my family" because "I grew up worshipping my brother and sister" and "they taught me about bands like Sonic Youth and The Cramps" because "those are cool-ass bands and they didn't want me to fall even further into a sea o' mai...

I liked (as a reader) being dropped into the middle of this story.

“Change” Wooden steps, going all the way up to a beach house, which did not belong to me. The only spot on this entire beach that gets any shade. Cool, near the sun, between its rails. If you wanted more sun, you sat on the third step, want shade, move down a step. Winter. Blue to choppy gray wavy w...

Night. Night is where it starts. I hear French music, alternative music, and jazz blaring from a gray box with a lit screen. I attempt slumber at midnite. I fall asleep around 2 or 4. Insomnia never fails. Stories are edited at night. 7, or 8 times. I wonder when I am done if whomever reads it will ...

I've always enjoyed reading C.H.'s articles. I'm surprised to hear about his change of personal opinion.