I took a walk today to the waterfront and I stopped into a second hand store on van brunt...there were locals by the door and the store consisted of old books and vinyl records and record players and some beat up acoustics... I walked in and the owner called me brother....maybe because I had been to the store before or maybe I was his long lost brother....it didn't matter... I skim through the books and pick out Bright Lights, Big City....I read the first page and think about the soundtrack and eighties then I move on .....I look at the other books and realize I have owned some of them at some point in my life...Bob Dylan's Chronicles. Keith Richard's Life. It was like I had walked into my own living room. I decided not to buy anything from my long lost brother and I walked out and I continued to walk toward the water....
I'm doing exactly what I said not to do in a post just a few days ago...but I left my computer at home and I'm writing on my phone....whatever works. I will copy and paste later. I put on dinosaur jr for a creative jolt...I'm listening to lots of nineties music since the show I'm writing is based in the nineties but I keep telling myself not to reveal too much but that would be unblogger like to not share but that's enough...the fact that my show takes place before Snapchat and when I used to run around with a pager...waiting for her to page me....then finding a pay phone to call her...I lived on the eastside...and she lived on the westside....across town....in the nineties.....so I've been listening to records from the nineties: the connells, the veldt, guided by voices, pavement, air, stone roses and sonic youth....and one of the reasons why I'm going to make an effort not to be on my phone and engage with society and the city and the country and the world.......and if I had been on my phone 20 years ago..... I would never have run into MCA from The Beastie Boys skateboarding down my block on his way to check out the guitar pedals at our local music store on the block. East Village Music. Look it up. It's still there. My point is is that I was looking up. Which I'm trying to do more of lately...look up and see what's around.
I'm doing exactly what I said not to do in a post just a few days ago...but I left my computer at home and I'm writing on my phone....whatever works. I will copy and paste later. I put on dinosaur jr for a creative jolt...I'm listening to lots of nineties music since the show I'm writing is based in the nineties but I keep telling myself not to reveal too much but that would be unblogger like to not share but that's enough...the fact that my show takes place before Snapchat and when I used to run around with a pager...waiting for her to page me....then finding a pay phone to call her...I lived on the eastside...and she lived on the westside....across town....in the nineties.....so I've been listening to records from the nineties: the connells, the veldt, guided by voices, pavement, air, stone roses and sonic youth....and one of the reasons why I'm going to make an effort not to be on my phone and engage with society and the city and the country and the world.......and if I had been on my phone 20 years ago..... I would never have run into MCA from The Beastie Boys skateboarding down my block on his way to check out the guitar pedals at our local music store on the block. East Village Music. Look it up. It's still there. My point is is that I was looking up. Which I'm trying to do more of lately...look up and see what's around.
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