11/01/2025
I have nostalgia for the time I grew up. There were troubles then of course, but it was also a time of discovery & boredom which lead to creativity, exploration, adventure, connection and art for arts sake. Very little instant gratification. Patience. Think of all the time we had. All that time to get lost, missed phone calls on a landline, receiving and writing letters, waiting in line at the post office, buses, trains, paper tickets, travel when you didn’t know where you were going. Really feeling like a stranger in a strange land. Not knowing where you were staying, not knowing the weather unless you actually went outside. Tuning the radio and listening to a language you don’t understand. Address books. Knocking in doors. Naivety in a good way most of the time. Discovery of everything everywhere everyday. Not being able to access all the information we have now. Living in the present without distraction. I remember going to a party in SoHo circa 1990 - something & seeing John Lurie & Richard Edson. Watching them dance. It was so exciting. Lurie’s band, The Lounge Lizards album was on my turn table I’m my apartment on Broome Street, My Stranger Than Paradise movie poster folded up on a shelf after hanging in my Pittsburgh apartment while attending my senior year at Carnegie Mellon. Black and white movies with a slow pace. This was a time when you could go see new movies in black and white with soundtracks that would stand up on their own. Rumblefish, She’s Gotta Have It, My 20th Century, Down By Law, To Sleep So as to Dream. Good times! #1984
