There really isn’t anything better than Bill Evans. Nothing. NADA.
There really isn’t anything better than Bill Evans. Nothing. NADA.
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Woah. April 16th is the date the new Flaming Lips record is dropped, the new Tera Melos record is dropped, my 10-page AP US History essay is due, and my huge Physics test takes place. Holy shit. It’ll be a day of much Holy Shit.
I can’t wait to see this shit live. I haven’t been this pumped since the Flaming Lips show at Doheny Days.
In New York Magazine’s recent article Six Artists in Sixty Seconds, they highlight Pace artist, Lucas Samaras, and discuss his Polaroid manipulations. Be sure to visit his current exhibit, XYZ, before it closes to the public this Saturday, October 27th.
Photo: © Lucas Samaras, Courtesy of The Pace Gallery
I just coughed and accidentally hit my knee against my desk and made my turntable skip the start one of my favorite songs. Ouch.
Next up on Zack’s reading list: A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius by Dave Eggers. Bonus points for the masturbatory title.
I got a Captian Beefheart record, a St. Vincent record, and a Meat Loaf record today. Woah. Yeah. Vinyl. Vinyl.