Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Bernard Welt presents ... Golden Boys #8 (of 9)

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p.s. Hey. We're getting awfully close to the 'Golden Boys' series finale. Enjoy the shock of its new while you can and, as ever, thank you, Bernard. ** Armando, Hey, RIP: Sidney Lumet indeed. ** Brendan, Hey there, big B! Awesome to see you, even a sleepless you. A bunch of people I know are depressed right now. It's weird. Maybe it's the world. I've been okay, vacationed and now back to work on stuff, digging the springlike spring over here. I'm coming to LA in May. I'm working on the dates and stuff. Earlier than later in the Month, I think. Can't wait. ** Killer Luka, Dressing black is always Now. Except maybe in the early 70s, I can't quite remember. I like three-quarters of everything. ** David Ehrenstein, Oh, yeah, 'Room 222'. I wonder why none of the 22 sites noted that one, or why I didn't add it. That is mysterious in and of itself. ** Bernard Welt, 23 is the Jonathan Franzen of spooky numbers, and 22 is the DFW. Or not. I thought 23 was interesting until they made that movie about it. Doug Lang is 70 years old? Wow. He's reading with Ron Silliman somewhere soon or just did. Good poet. Nice, starry, supertalent turn out for his shebang. I will write you an email about the Recollets thing and how best to proceed today. And thank you personally and up close for this and every Golden Boy. ** Tosh, Hi. Cool, thank you, Tosh. I'll write to you pronto. ** Thomas Moronic, Thanks much, T. I think Haino is playing here soon, so I might get to see him. He and Stephen and another guy are doing a collab gig in Holland this week. Yeah, use your vacation for writing. That's a no brainer. It's your birthday tomorrow? Man, have a happy birthday to get the big day started! ** The Dreadful Flying Glove, It's true about the Wiki numbers entries, isn't it. I wonder if the same person writes all of them. Kind of a tough day there, yeah. Any day with family in it is a tough day, if you ask me. Don't ask. The idea of you or anyone cooking the hell out of dinner is very exciting. You've got to love language. Pick the right word, and the sentence is a weapon. Thick pillows, that's interesting. I get neck aches from thick pillows. I wonder what it means about necks that I do and you don't. Maybe it's a shoulder issue. Okay, that's a helpful start on reassessing Belew. I think I need to pick the right first piece or body of work. I suppose his K. Crimson period would be a decent entry. Thanks, bub. ** _Black_Acrylic, Thanks, Ben. I'll read that in a bit. Everyone, _Black_Acrylic recommends that you read this piece in Vice Magazine by a writer he likes a lot named Chris Low called 'New Kids on the Black Bloc', and it concerns and seeks to explicate the contingent of masked teenagers at the TUC protests in the UK in late March, and it does look very, very interesting at the glance that I've managed to give it, so, yeah, I recommend it too. ** Sypha, Nice about the quick fix on your computer weirdness. You're already halfway through 'Dhalgren'? Wow, nice pacing you've got there. What do you think of it so far? ** 'Matt', Hi, Matt. Good to see you, and, yeah, I'm really glad you and Gisele managed to get concrete in such a positive way. She's about the busiest person I know, so, if you don't hear from her in what feels like too long a while, you might nudge her. I imagine the three weeks of work left on the 'Marienbad' piece will be a headache, but it's exciting to hear about. My pleasure on the helping. Here's really hoping it works out. It sounds like it will. I don't think I know the Quai deLoire residence. Is it associated with PE? What is it? It's up by Stalingrad somewhere? ** Steevee, Yeah, the CC production is bugging me. Bad move, I think too. Right, it was called 'Friday the 13th'. I remember that because, obviously, wtf does it have to do with 'Ft13th'? It wasn't by any means a great show, just watchable. ** Chris Cochrane, Hey. Great, it's up. I'll do the alert now, and of course I'll Facebook it too. Everyone, Chris Cochrane has put up a Kickstarter page with in hopes of raising $2500 so he can complete the production of an audio recording of his, Ishmael-Houston Jones, and my theater/dance/ performance work 'Them' for a planned, upcoming CD of the 'Them' soundtrack that's to be released on John Zorn's label. Obviously, if you can contribute to the cause, he and I will be incredibly grateful. In any case, you can check out the Kickstarter page here. And I'll imbed the short video showcased there depicting bits and pieces from 'Them' at the bottom of the p.s., if you're curious. Thanks a lot! ** Andrew, Coming and going is its own reward. Or something. How I do this almost everyday? Fuck knows. One of these I guess I'll wake up, ha ha. That post was about the cooler, more cultish 22 phenomenon rather than the famous 23 phenomenon. Debt sucks, and I fear it greatly too, but apparently you can just go into denial and carry on, they say. That NYC tour doesn't sound that retarded. It gets you there. It's like a package deal? Really hope that happens, obviously. ** L@rstonovich, Max Bliss, it's true. Porn star name. Or really bad ambient techno dj name. I look forward to 'his' Hummingbird. Oops, that sounded ... Glad to hear that about the DFW, very naturally. ** Misanthrope, I thought 22 Day might make eyes or fingers twitch a little. Yeah, I remember how theater was that boy's passion. It's just really sad, and obviously I didn't know the kid at all. I'm going to read your story today. Yesterday got all swamped with little things I had to do that added up. Looking forward to it, though. Oh, yeah. ** Inthemostpeculiarway, Hey. Oh, no, the tool thing. I wasn't very clear. I have this image in my head of, like, a 'grease monkey', I guess from movies, or, hm, like those guys who work in the garage in 'Lost Highway' maybe, and suddenly my imagination cast you in that role and costume, and the twain met weirdly, so it was more a critique of my stereotyped idea of people who work with and move tools than anything else. Paris summers are generally really nice and mild with like maybe one or two weeks where it's kind of a little gross. But with climate change and all, you can't count on the past anymore when it comes to seasons, I guess. I liked the scene with your grandfather and your friend. It's nice that you get to know your grandfather. One of mine died young of a brain tumor so I never knew him, and all I remember about the other one is that he used to bite my ear all the time, as I've mentioned. Hm, that burning 60 calories just by standing thing doesn't seem like it would be true, but I don't know. I'm glad you don't want to eat giraffes. Have you ever seen footage of an angry giraffe? It's pretty scary. They just kind of clomp their front legs on the ground, but their height makes it terrifying. I think I'd eat a human being before I'd eat an animal. Well, I guess it would depend on what human being it was. I originally started writing 'TMS' because I had this weird idea that I would like to eat this Russian porn star named Chris. But I didn't know him obviously, and he didn't die, as far as I know, and I'm not as creepy as my imagination gets sometimes, so it never happened. My day: Uh, I did the usual work, blog, etc. I'm organizing this kind of secret (at this point) thing, so I worked on organizing that, and I'll tell you and everyone about that soon. I got a copy of the DVD of 'Homme au Bain', the Christophe Honore movie I act in, in the mail because I guess the DVD just came out and Christophe or somebody sent me one. That was exciting. I was going to maybe meet up with Gisele at a picture framing place but I didn't finish the blog in time. I had coffee with Oscar, and she gave me her new zine, which is beautiful, and there's a blog post thing about it coming up, so you'll get to sort of see it. Anyway, the visit was nice. My agent is coming to Paris tomorrow, and he emailed me to ask if I've looked over the transcript of my Paris Review interview yet, and I haven't, so I said no, not yet. I ate and smoked and stuff. I watched the French Top Chef showdown show, but I fell asleep before it was over, so I don't know who won, but I hope the first season winner won because I don't like Stephanie, the second season winner, and the first season winner is cool and kind of quite attractive too. So, that was my day. I have a bunch of stuff to do today -- rehearse the English language version of 'Last Spring, the Prequel' with Gisele and Jonathan, be interviewed by a magazine about 'Horror Hospital Unplugged', maybe go to a music show later -- so maybe tomorrow's report will be better. Tell me about Tuesday, in your words. ** Syreearmwellion, Hey, man. Grouper has two new albums? Two? Cool. I'm going to be all over that. And I'll check my email for your email and writings, yeah, thanks a lot! ** Right. I can't believe you guys couldn't give me 22 comments on 22 Day. Now you'll never know whether I had a secret prize for the 22nd commenter or what it might have been or anything. Jeez. Okay, life goes on. Be with the Golden Boys until further notice. Thank you. Tomorrow, etc.

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