as you might have guessed (but probably not)

fudge and i have broken up. i'm done living a lie, thinking i can be passionate about anything other than music. my pretty pal aileen and i admin cha-cha-tchotchkes, which operates a bit like an audio-visual soundscape playground. enjoy or loathe at your leisure.

Blog Snog Snack Session

Check out my new favorite blog:


A Million Keys



Ceci Moss and I were in a Comparative Literature class last spring and I think I make her uncomfortable because I want her job and her blog. She also hosts a radio show for East Village Radio and you can listen to it here:


Radio Heart



AND she also does some solo sound work you can check out here:


Mi or and The Pedestals

Tangled Alphabets: León Ferrari and Mira Schendel

You're too late! You've missed the Tangled Alphabets: León Ferrari and Mira Schendel MoMA Exhibition . If was full of fragile paragons and ironed-out linguistic crinkle-cuts like this:





León Ferrari. Planet. 1979. Stainless steel, 51" (129.5 cm) diam. The Museum of Modern Art, New York. Fractional and promised gift of Patricia Phelps de Cisneros in honor of Mirriam Levenson through the Latin American and Caribbean Fund. © 2009 Fundación Augusto y León Ferrari. Archivo y Colección, Buenos Aires



For the untrained eye, this collection could have easily been mistaken for insignificant ephemera - consisting of drawings, paintings, and sculptures of significantly delicate materials - sometimes thin Japanese paper for Schendel and human hair for Ferrari - which emphasize the frangibility and immediate confusion of real life experiences.

Daniel Rossen Ruins My Life Again.

He covers Judee Sill's Waterfall and it's devastating.

Free Isn't Free

David Byrne in Prospect Park for free!? Pretty exciting right? Wrong. Epic wrong! It was such a zoo, full of Babyland (aka Park Slope) old-timers hating on Sass Central (Billyburg-Bushwick-GP) but mostly hating that they're old-timing, and forgetting that young people with a snap for fashion are entitled to their own form of social sass, whether it involves fierce LA-face or silence, or catwalk posture. P.S. David still knows how to get funky.

The Goran Bregovic show was less stressful. We actually got to see the show this time and the crowd was full of amazing, friendly (equally sassy and kinda crazy, like an old man that was dressed like a neighborhood flasher) faces but what was most exciting was the amount of men that had voices like mountains and heights to match. The only word that left their mouth that I could understand was "vodka" and the man-mountain right in front of me had a profile like this:



and I thought, "shouldn't you be on some Ancient Greek pottery somewhere?" There were gangs of gentlemen with amazing profiles congregating like they were conducting some serious "family business" and that. I knew they looked dangerous, but I couldn't stop looking at them!! I'm pretty lucky I got out alive, right?

So I am broke

and I am up to my ears in student loans, and I probably will be for the rest of my life. Somewhere within the deep scholarship sea, someone somewhere said that if I post this picture, I may win a money prize? It is a poorly executed document I concocted in Lido, Italy whilst on an educational excursion to Europe with the UCLA Ethnomusicology Department. I hated it.

I had a little itch

and then I had a little scratch. And now my face looks like this:



Darn grass, darn sunshine, darn sweat, darn pimples, darn pimple cream!