Thursday, February 21, 2013

Happy Dark Shitty Great

Life is so good and life is so...
 I have it all, I am the luckiest man alive. I love my job, I love my family, I zip around on my Vespa going from one weird, interesting, bizarre job to another. I zip around new York City singing songs and playing guitar. I have a gorgeous wife and the most beautiful kids in the world. Yet I lie awake at night worrying about the future of this crazy, sad, violent planet. Why? Something in my brain makes me worry about the sadness and the violence and the stupidity of mankind, even though I have all my bases covered and I have a great life. Is it compassion, is it hubris, is it just a chemical quirk? Maybe this is what it means to be a parent. Apparently...
Sometimes the glory of it all hits me full in the face, like when I'm speeding over the Brooklyn Bridge towards Manhattan at 5:30AM, the sun rising over the Statue of Liberty. Or any time I'm holding my son or daughter and hearing their laughter, or watching them try to walk like little drunk midgets or  invent their own language. Daughter's laughter...
Life is so good.
Today I drove to a job at Con Ed headquarters on 29th Street, then went to the gym in Williamsburg, then went to my studio in Dumbo to do a recording session, then came home to play a rousing game of pillow climbing with my kids, then had dinner with my wife's parents. All so good. I really have nothing to complain about.

Monday, February 18, 2013

Museum! Aquarium!

Two latin words giving us art and sea life. A great weekend for Jules and Vivienne. Dia Beacon and the Norwalk Aquarium. Richard Serra, Louise Bourgeois, Sol LeWitt, poisonous frogs, sting rays, sharks, and meerkats. Oh, the expanding mind of the one year olds in New York.