prose & photos
I am a fan of the essay form, and of making photographs. They are different ways of thinking than songwriting, but seem to come from the same desire not just to understand things but to create a new space and inhabit it for a time. I don't have a "blog" but when the spirit moves me there will be more words and images here. Each of the following is a short excerpt of the essay with a link to the full piece.

Articulation
Experimental Essay for the Online art project Meat Market
July 2005
"She told me to be a woman and to sing, and I became a woman and sang, and some people believed me. Sang songs about bones, sitting with bones, and making them walk again, talk again. Become. Speak. Sing. Return to earth. Become. Speak. Sing."
Essay and Images

Look at Miss Ohio:
Elliott Smith, Gillian Welch, and the 2004 Presidential Election
November, 2004
"I felt as though I had dropped down a rabbit hole—I was Alice at the Mad Hatter’s tea party. Here, at the church, were people who were nice enough, but whose reality, I supposed, was entirely different than mine. I looked out on even the most genteel grandmother, and imagined that in private, with her elderly friends, she tyrannically abused the unpatriotic peaceniks, the faggots, and the Dixie Chicks."
Essay

Shanghai:
City of Cranes
December 2002
There are images and ideas of China that I have only from visiting Shanghai, and then there are those things that seemed immediately familiar to me when I arrived because I had already read them in the online diaries of my friend Dan, who I visited there in the fall of 2002. What I wasn’t prepared for was how completely those dispatches of everyday life epitomize larger themes about Shanghai: the city’s mad flirtation with capitalism, the back alleys of Chinese tradition that seem to have survived ruthless development, the almost unseemly mix of Eastern and Western culture. If that sounds violent and maybe a little seedy, you’re getting an idea of the character of the city, of its pace and its density.
Essay and Photos

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