All About me: Aww.
I love to scream "Slaaayer!" at sensitive, introspective acoustic performances. My friends have decided to find it charming. I also eat fruit without washing it. You cant stop me. Im pure danger. Guitar training with Eddie Ojeda of Twisted Sister.Vocal Training with Don Lawrence...who has worked with the likes of Bon Jovi, Axl Rose, The Rolling Stones, LA Guns just to name a few. Don has been a fantastic coach and an even better friend...putting up with my early starving artist days and lack of cash...he never gave up and gave me the ability to reach vocal goals that I never thought possible. Currently, I find myself working with not only some old friends, but old friends who are and/or were part of bands that helped make the New York City Hardcore Scene what it is today. We've all come a long way...but its true what they say...the more things change, the more they stay the same. We're still hittin parties, our favorite Brooklyn dives and White Castle in Bed Stuy at 4am in our old neighborhood. And like the old sign used to say before it was stolen: "Brooklyn, a great place to visit...a better place to live". I always got a larf outta that. Funny how everybody busted ass to get out...then...everyone kind just kind of trickled back in...looking like explorers who only found empty ocean. I'll be back there in 6 weeks myself. Why? because Brooklyn is'nt just a place to live. It's a way of life. Its a cultural hotbed of art and music. of Jazz and Hardcore...of Porn and Church music. Of old world values and chics with red mohawks...& its attached to the greatest city in the world, and it's open 24/7. Its like being 5 & living at Disney World...and if you want to stay up all nite and eat chocolate cake...or burritos or watch your friend spin around in a cage...no ones sayin you cant. You just cant smoke while you do it. well, okay...nothings perfect...& who wants perfection? have no fear of perfection...no one will ever find it. Imperfection makes things interesting. Human. Beautiful. Musical. My interest in music came at an early age as my great grandfather was a classical Guitarist, Pianist & Violinist who frequently played Carnegie Hall...my Father also plays guitar & I thank god every day for these men...& I'm always amazed that every time I encounter a person with whom I share a last name, we are in fact related and they are in fact involved in music and/or the arts...Im still searching for my grandfathers guitar, a Martin upon which lay a hand carved bone Bridge that he made himself. His violin is almost certainly lost, although I'll never give up the search...Ive recently learned that I still have relatives who are part of musical ensembles at Carnegie Hall & have had the chance to talk with them. I love playing my 12 string by candlelight and also own an acoustic electric Martin...which seems to play itself...I usually fall asleep watching original indie films in my head set to music. I attended Pratt & spent the best 7 years of my life there, (oops) where I kind of studied Graphic Design, eventually graduated Industrial Design and ended up working with Mtv. (?) Im as confused as you are. I love life. Its constantly goosing me. Beyond that, one of my Designs was plucked from obscurity at The Chicago Furniture Show where there were over 7,500 entries. My Modular Furniture appeared in the March 24, 2004 edition of USA Today's "Whats Hot in Housewares" section alongside Architect Michael Graves dinnerware for Dansk and the new Retro Hamilton Beach Stand Mixer, ironically enough, my Design prof. (Karim Rashid) was mentioned in the article next to mine, however, no photos of his work ran...although he's Elvis huge now and needs no introduction. Ive been attempting to sort out deals with Target and Ikea and if all goes well, I'll be a happy camper, buy a tour bus, load it with friends and get back to what my DNA is screaming for, which realistically means, No Sleep. dragging heavy crap out of trucks. Feedback. the occasional electrocution &, I guesse, A hangover. Lately, I've found myself in Preservation Architecture, a far cry from the bright lights and all access lifestyle of Mtv. Since then, stranger things have happened. I Love: Short quick walks in the rain. the beach. sailing. salad. fires on the beach. fireplaces in bars. dancing on the bar. laughing at nothing. not having to say a word. talking till we fall asleep. waking up tangled in the one I love. breakfast in bed. bedhead. people who never give up. rays of light in the dusty air. feminists. my 19 year old motorcycle boots. all my memories. being lucky enough to be surrounded by old friends & new. ampersands. studded belts. A Sustained "E" chord. classical runs on nylon strings. long sleeves under a concert T. tuxedos. brunch. talent. old new york. new new york. brooklyn. the homeless guy with his high pitched throat cancer voice on the C train who plays an entire marley set on a $5 dollar guitar while dancing and makes it work...he's always smiling and gets my money every time. listening. sincerity. thank yous. your welcomes. long goodbyes. gentle kisses. passionate kisses. stealing time. breathing you in. oil paintings. sunsets. sunrises. chance meetings. random acts of kindness. the innocent. animals. hugs. I Hate: That The Scrap Bar is gone. Pretentiousness. condescension. carelessness. people who are rude to waitstaff. people who squeeze the toothpaste from the middle. people who never even try. people who only try once. drugs. bullies. xenophobes. racism. suicide.
Who I'd like to meet:
God. Just not right now...people devoid of pretense who come from the heart. the creative. the well meaning. the tormented. the poetic. the revolutionary. the deviant. the ordinary. the extraordinary. the trustworthy. people who high five because its funny. people with good timing. people who laugh easily. people who love even more easily. people open to learning. people who can teach me something. people with history. people who share it. those who love reciprocity and surround themselves with the people, places and things that are born in the shadow of certain defeat and yet, had the strength, character and integrity to not only stand the test of time, but triumph in the face of adversity...& if you took the time to get this far, this means you. So hit me up. Peaceout*
I love to scream "Slaaayer!" at sensitive, introspective acoustic performances. My friends have decided to find it charming. I also eat fruit without washing it. You cant stop me. Im pure danger. Guitar training with Eddie Ojeda of Twisted Sister.Vocal Training with Don Lawrence...who has worked with the likes of Bon Jovi, Axl Rose, The Rolling Stones, LA Guns just to name a few. Don has been a fantastic coach and an even better friend...putting up with my early starving artist days and lack of cash...he never gave up and gave me the ability to reach vocal goals that I never thought possible. Currently, I find myself working with not only some old friends, but old friends who are and/or were part of bands that helped make the New York City Hardcore Scene what it is today. We've all come a long way...but its true what they say...the more things change, the more they stay the same. We're still hittin parties, our favorite Brooklyn dives and White Castle in Bed Stuy at 4am in our old neighborhood. And like the old sign used to say before it was stolen: "Brooklyn, a great place to visit...a better place to live". I always got a larf outta that. Funny how everybody busted ass to get out...then...everyone kind just kind of trickled back in...looking like explorers who only found empty ocean. I'll be back there in 6 weeks myself. Why? because Brooklyn is'nt just a place to live. It's a way of life. Its a cultural hotbed of art and music. of Jazz and Hardcore...of Porn and Church music. Of old world values and chics with red mohawks...& its attached to the greatest city in the world, and it's open 24/7. Its like being 5 & living at Disney World...and if you want to stay up all nite and eat chocolate cake...or burritos or watch your friend spin around in a cage...no ones sayin you cant. You just cant smoke while you do it. well, okay...nothings perfect...& who wants perfection? have no fear of perfection...no one will ever find it. Imperfection makes things interesting. Human. Beautiful. Musical. My interest in music came at an early age as my great grandfather was a classical Guitarist, Pianist & Violinist who frequently played Carnegie Hall...my Father also plays guitar & I thank god every day for these men...& I'm always amazed that every time I encounter a person with whom I share a last name, we are in fact related and they are in fact involved in music and/or the arts...Im still searching for my grandfathers guitar, a Martin upon which lay a hand carved bone Bridge that he made himself. His violin is almost certainly lost, although I'll never give up the search...Ive recently learned that I still have relatives who are part of musical ensembles at Carnegie Hall & have had the chance to talk with them. I love playing my 12 string by candlelight and also own an acoustic electric Martin...which seems to play itself...I usually fall asleep watching original indie films in my head set to music. I attended Pratt & spent the best 7 years of my life there, (oops) where I kind of studied Graphic Design, eventually graduated Industrial Design and ended up working with Mtv. (?) Im as confused as you are. I love life. Its constantly goosing me. Beyond that, one of my Designs was plucked from obscurity at The Chicago Furniture Show where there were over 7,500 entries. My Modular Furniture appeared in the March 24, 2004 edition of USA Today's "Whats Hot in Housewares" section alongside Architect Michael Graves dinnerware for Dansk and the new Retro Hamilton Beach Stand Mixer, ironically enough, my Design prof. (Karim Rashid) was mentioned in the article next to mine, however, no photos of his work ran...although he's Elvis huge now and needs no introduction. Ive been attempting to sort out deals with Target and Ikea and if all goes well, I'll be a happy camper, buy a tour bus, load it with friends and get back to what my DNA is screaming for, which realistically means, No Sleep. dragging heavy crap out of trucks. Feedback. the occasional electrocution &, I guesse, A hangover. Lately, I've found myself in Preservation Architecture, a far cry from the bright lights and all access lifestyle of Mtv. Since then, stranger things have happened. I Love: Short quick walks in the rain. the beach. sailing. salad. fires on the beach. fireplaces in bars. dancing on the bar. laughing at nothing. not having to say a word. talking till we fall asleep. waking up tangled in the one I love. breakfast in bed. bedhead. people who never give up. rays of light in the dusty air. feminists. my 19 year old motorcycle boots. all my memories. being lucky enough to be surrounded by old friends & new. ampersands. studded belts. A Sustained "E" chord. classical runs on nylon strings. long sleeves under a concert T. tuxedos. brunch. talent. old new york. new new york. brooklyn. the homeless guy with his high pitched throat cancer voice on the C train who plays an entire marley set on a $5 dollar guitar while dancing and makes it work...he's always smiling and gets my money every time. listening. sincerity. thank yous. your welcomes. long goodbyes. gentle kisses. passionate kisses. stealing time. breathing you in. oil paintings. sunsets. sunrises. chance meetings. random acts of kindness. the innocent. animals. hugs. I Hate: That The Scrap Bar is gone. Pretentiousness. condescension. carelessness. people who are rude to waitstaff. people who squeeze the toothpaste from the middle. people who never even try. people who only try once. drugs. bullies. xenophobes. racism. suicide.
Who I'd like to meet:
God. Just not right now...people devoid of pretense who come from the heart. the creative. the well meaning. the tormented. the poetic. the revolutionary. the deviant. the ordinary. the extraordinary. the trustworthy. people who high five because its funny. people with good timing. people who laugh easily. people who love even more easily. people open to learning. people who can teach me something. people with history. people who share it. those who love reciprocity and surround themselves with the people, places and things that are born in the shadow of certain defeat and yet, had the strength, character and integrity to not only stand the test of time, but triumph in the face of adversity...& if you took the time to get this far, this means you. So hit me up. Peaceout*
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