Just over a year ago, I had my first solo art show, Study in Place, open at the Tube Factory Artspace, down the block from my house. It afforded me the opportunity to build some new instruments, and to present them in a way that drew on my experiences creating music and running the Rhythm […]
In May of 2020, I moved into a house on a small dead end block of what is forever to be spoken on the phone as “C-R-U-F-as-in-Frank-T Street”. In the two years that have followed, I have found myself wondering about what it means to commit to a place, and to find one’s own place […]
The last month or so has been weird for just about everyone, and I find that I’ve been reacting to the new pace of things in my own idiosyncratic way that has involved, up until tonight, a certain denial of parts of my identity for reasons relating to points of stress and false circumspection that […]
In part 1 of this couplet of posts, I explored the very immediate emotional reality of the space of time in which I composed the piece. In this second part, I am going to talk about Indianapolis, why this all feels worth it, and how this effort was an outpouring of love and faith in […]
Tappers So the ritual is this: It is evening. I walk to Tappers. I order one beer that I will sip on for as long as the session lasts. Or, more accurately, I do not sip more than once or twice until the session ends. I make my way to the Asteroids machine. It is […]