Christian Molenaar

Tag: travel

  • Remarkable Characters

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    July 29th. — Remarkable characters: — A disagreeable figure, waning from middle age, clad in a pair of tow homespun pantaloons, and a very soiled shirt, barefoot, and with one of his feet maimed by an axe; also an arm amputated two or three inches below the elbow. His beard of a week’s growth, grim… Read more

  • Insomnia

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    Sunday, 19 July, slept, awoke, slept, awoke, miserable life. Read more

  • Quandariness

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    It is 12:20 in New York a Fridaythree days after Bastille day, yesit is 1959 and I go get a shoeshinebecause I will get off the 4:19 in Easthampton   at 7:15 and then go straight to dinnerand I don’t know the people who will feed me Read more

  • Contrary to Common Sense

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    Already the bugs were in it. In the hot summer of 1885, while Mr. Edison rested at home in Woodside Villa, New York, taking perhaps the only self-prescribed vacation of his life, as he was still somewhat debilitated after the death of his first wife, they came buzzing all over the house — for bugs,… Read more

  • Days and Ways

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    Edward Strickland, in his book American Composers: Dialogues on Contemporary Music, gives the story: After abandoning the solo concerts in early 1984, Jarrett began releasing albums of jazz standards with Gary Peacock and Jack DeJohnette, with whom he continues touring and recording. For a year and a half he devoted himself primarily to performing classical… Read more

  • An Abduction

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    “Assück featuring members of Assück.” Read more

  • Coming Attractions

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    Two weeks from now I’ll be playing saxophone for Shanghai punks Round Eye on their East Meets West tour with Fang and the Besmirchers. Read more

  • Memory Rehearsal

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    My report on last month’s launch party for Eleni Sikelianios’ new book Memory Rehearsal is now live at Zona Motel, where I’m talking Proust, dogs and ukuleles. Read more

  • Divination and Volition

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    I got back to San Diego late last night, parked the rental car at Enterprise and threw the keys in the dropbox. The drive wasn’t bad, though I probably didn’t need to stop at both Pea Soup Andersen’s and Bravo Farms. Maybe it’s simply because I grew up in one, but I can never turn… Read more

  • Hotfoot @ Open Gate 5/3/25

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    Hotfoot finally put out our album in January but I’d swear we had this show booked before it was even written. Nathan’s 50th birthday is in a couple weeks which means the end of his 12 Records Towards 50 project is nearly upon us. I should have gotten him a cake, but I guess a… Read more

Thought:

“I wanted to say a certain thing to a certain man, a certain true thing that had crept into my head. I opened my head, at the place provided, and proceeded to pronounce the true thing that lay languishing there—that is, proceeded to propel that trueness, that felicitous trularity, from its place inside my head out into world life. The certain man stood waiting to receive it. His face reflected an eager acceptingness. Everything was right. I propelled, using my mind, my mouth, all my muscles. I propelled. I propelled and propelled. I felt that trularity inside my head moving slowly through the passage provided (stained like the caves of Lascaux with garlic, antihistamines, Berlioz, a history, a history) toward its debut on the world stage. Past my teeth, with their little brown sweaters knitted of gin and cigar smoke, toward its leap to critical scrutiny. Past my lips, with their tendency to flake away in cold weather—”

Donald Barthelme | “A Picture History of the War”

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