rock my world: ironing board sam

I just discovered Ironing Board Sam via this amazing 1960s live music program, Night Train, produced and filmed in Nashville, TN, that featured all kinds of great talent. This episode, done in my birthday year, 1965 (yes, I’m turning 50), features one of the first recordings of Jimi Hendrix playing back up in  this performance […]

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karma row: gay marriage and anti-assimilationists

I was a little bothered by those raining on this year’s historic gay pride (in the US). All these anti-rainbow, anti-assimilationist posts, which I respect, but find disheartening. I’ve identified culturally as queer for 30 years, since my women’s studies days, and I’m quite partial to the anti-assimilationist position. I generally feed what grows in […]


movie night: horror vacui

I just love that you can get on the internet, and find someone who’s had the same thought as you, instantly. Its made me a 21st century gurl. I can’t imagine doing without that ability to instantly know or learn on the library of all libraries: the interwebs! Anyway, I  felt like watching a movie that would […]

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karma row: new york, new york

On my way home tonite, I spent over an hour with this homeless eldery Polish woman, a fixture on Manhattan Ave. for the 16 years I’ve lived in Greenpoint/Brooklyn. I know from a lot of past experience that giving her a few dollars often means taking real time with her. I go to the bodega for her […]


rock my world: goat and jumpsuits ( pas de deux)

This is a mishmash post cuz I’ve been so remiss in my duties as mayor of dear old janestown – population of 1, ha – that I wanted to share something. Soooo here’s my new favorite band, Goat (contemporary Swedish pysch), and my new fashion obsession, jumpsuits (specifically vintage patterns, which I’ve just begun to collect). One day I’ld love to tweak them (including […]

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rock my world: neil young, crush-cum-crusader

I remember getting out of bed really late one night, around the age of 11-12, with a flashlight at the ready, to tune in to a rare radio interview with Neil Young I was supposed to be sleeping through. Pressing my ear against the radio, swooning in some nocturnal communion with this man I’d begun to revere. The influence […]