My Friends Are Talented Bastards

Case in point: this interview blows the lid off of one of Brooklyn's best kept creative secrets, namely that Nick Bertozzi, my bud, is a frickin' amazing artist and one of God's most gracious gentlemen. I mean, really; check out this great little example of his art (featuring the Flaming Lips!) if you don't believe me. If you still don't believe me, go soak yer head, philistine.

Carne Electricity

Meat Won't Pay My Light Bill, by Kurt Eisenlohr, is a very good book.

Next stop for me: the New York Times Book Review section!

I Am Among the Living

Are you? Feeling uninteresting and wondering if the declining rate of my posts on this blog is roughly the same as other blogs. You figure that most people are really into it at first, then get utterly fucking sick of themselves, like yrs. truly. Eh. Maybe there'll be more in the future. Who besides me would be interested in my dreams, for chrissakes? I mean, I'm no Johannes Kepler or nuthin'.

In other news: Been checking out various message boards pertaining to my friend Steve (see below) and was... kinda freaked out. People love this guy. Crazy. I mean, I love him 'cause he's a great friend, but folks out there are fantasizing about him. Yow. His record is out, by the way. Buy it, hosers.

A Video Star Like Jem (But No Holograms)

A video for a song off of my pal Steve Burns' upcoming record, Songs For Dustmites, has appeared on Steve's website. Great news on any day, but there's a plus (or a minus, considering yr. tastes): it features yrs. truly as a scruffy, cigarette smoking angel. How 'bout that? Go to Steve's web page to watch the clip for "What I Do on Saturday" if you know what's bad for you.