I know who my people are. We make things. I’m a maker. I have friends who are not makers. They are great people. Confounding to me, as a maker, but I like to view that as maybe a part of their charm? It’s nice to enjoy some freaky contrast of opinions and perspective I get from the non-makers and from everybody who is different from me, which is just about everybody, since we’re all different from each other. Isn’t that nice how that works out.
I specialize in making things that collapse – music and performance. I am a compulsive harmonizer. I play an accordion because it’s more portable than a piano (barely) and because it’s fun to play something you can run around on stage with. Drums is still the funnest instrument. You can run around with a Janggu. I have a trumpet because I also love horns, but I can’t play it. My Spanish is also woeful. French is virtually non-existent.
My default mode is organization. It makes me feel safe. I’ve used this skill in helping to organize bands (Lusterlit, Debutante Hour, The Relastics, Main Squeeze Orchestra, Murderizer), and I also formed the monthly literature-inspired musical event, The Bushwick Book Club. I’m trying to re-orient my default mode to practicing so I can finally learn that trumpet. And Spanish. And French especially, because it makes you better looking.