Yesterday I got a call from Richard, who gave me the task of filling in one of the last blanks in a song he's writing. I had to come up with a place in London that rhymes with ground or brown or something to that effect. Using the resources at my disposal—a tube map and a pillowcase with a map of London on it—I completed the song with the words "Camden Town." Granted, it's not a full line, or even a nice analogy or something like that—I just provided a name. Even still, it'll be nice hearing the song played Saturday night and seeing how those words fit in the larger context. (I haven't even heard the line it's being used in, which goes to show the amount of creative input I had.)
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People We Like. I've got a new photo in The Morning News: the co-owners of Frank White, an unusual coffee shop in my neighborhood. — 07.17.08 Charles Atlas will make a man of you! "Against Atlas' better judgment, I declined performing all of my exercises in the nude." (accompanying shirtless photo of the author taken by me.) — 07.17.08 Cat on a Leash. I am totally buying a leash for Coleman asap. — 06.25.08 The Brooklynites. Great photos of a wide range of people from my favorite borough. (Thanks to Kurt [a talented photographer himself] for passing this on.) — 12.19.07 Killer Boob. My childhood (and current!) friend Sarah talks about her experience with breast cancer on her well written and charming blog. She's an American living in Belgium and happens to be one of the best people I know. — 12.19.07 |
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