Monthly Archives: May 2005

Note to self: become Dadaist? Perf art party at my apartment, RIGHT NOW–BUT YOU HAVE TO FIND IT FIRST! And you don’t get in unless you wear a mask and a tailfeather. We’re going to smear Bliss spa mud on … Continue reading →

Happy birthday to Terrance, whose Portland birthday party I missed, but which earned me FIVE early-morning calls from the left coast. There is a thing called time zones, but god bless you all. Secondly, happy birthday to me and Janet … Continue reading →

My dear friend and ex-housemate, Joe Faustin Kelly, source of many “Julianne, get yourself together, woman!” pep talks–a man who used to go on 2-hour jogs, come home and FRY a can of tuna still wearing his sweaty sweatpants every … Continue reading →

Can the man get some love, please. “You took away my pride” as compliment is truly gangster. On repeat, makes up for missing Mint Condition. All I’m saying is my birthday is coming really soon.

Joe Gross had me and Dulli pegged. In his Whigs entry for Rolling Stone‘s album guide he wrote “‘Gentleman,’ [Afghan Whigs] will take to their grave. Inside a brilliant, knowing record sleeve hides one of ’90s rock’s messiest psychodramas: reportedly … Continue reading →

According to Don, the lovely French man who is sleeping on my living room floor, The Naast and The Brats are the hottest rock tickets in Paris right now. I am either an inefficient googler, or I am having probs … Continue reading →

like, on jessica’s blog, my friend/ex-coworker katia dunn aired her npr spotlight on fugazi, starring jessica, among others, like ian mackaye and… katia. one time for a story, back when we were working together, katia slaughtered a chicken and cooked … Continue reading →

Finally, Riversong fulfills the public want for musicians who integrate history, Libertarianism, born-again Christianity, cowboy poetry and healing with harp playing, which is sometimes improvised according to the energy of the audience. He is also in recovery. Niche? Forget it. … Continue reading →

from the top of the roseland balcony, king sunny ade + 9 person band looked like sparkle motion, flash-flashing deep funk, those deeply funky polyrhythms, the blinding magnitude of the best concert i will ever see, probably, ever. if you … Continue reading →