Tuesday, January 17, 2006

That's not writing, it's typing.

Culled from yesterday's email exchange with LcHuge`...

I would love to read some of Joseph Mitchell’s collected work as I was, in fact, deeply influenced by Joe Gould’s Secret. I imagine that this will require my returning the long overdue “Lies (and the Lying Liars Who Tell Them”?

The strip of Ashland that you speak of is Back of the Yards (or less commonly known as New City.) I know of and have read a bit of Dom Paycyga on the internet while informally researching various south side neighborhoods. In fact, I was going to post a link along with yesterday’s shots to a piece he wrote a few years ago on the shifting definitions of neighborhoods.

I dig the scenario you paint of an opening for a solo show of my shots. My main motivation might be just to create that mix-tape! And this beatnik vibe that you evoke reminds me of this great giddy bohemian jazz scene we watched last night in D.O.A. that was set at a fictitious Fisherman’s nightclub in San Francisco in 1950. As phony and contrived as it was, it was interesting to see such a portrayal of this scene seven years before the publishing of “On the Road.” This was practically at the same time that Jack Kerouac and Neal Cassady really crossed country (in 1949) in search of kicks as they inhaled deeply and consumed/devoured the moments that Jack excreted subsequently. Still, I would like to make it a primary goal for this year to finally put together such a showing.
http://partners.nytimes.com/books/97/09/07/home/kerouac-cody.html

The Waits reference reminds me of breakfast last Monday with my mom at Room 12 at the NW corner of Roosevelt and Wabash. This joint is a breakfast/brunch shrine by the same souls who created the Bongo Room up on north Milwaukee in Bucker Park. The space was a former carry-out liquor stop in the Roosevelt Hotel, which was a grand “residence hotel” (SRO) before being recently converted to condos and apartments. That morning’s soundtrack was a stream of Waits followed by, of course, a course of 80’s new wave. The vantages from this location are pure city of Chicago, now and then, with the deteriorating remains of the Trailways bus station across the street framed by the new rising South Loop.


http://generik.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_generik_archive.html
“In one of my favorite old noir movies, D.O. A., Edmond O'Brien's character, on a visit here from Los Angeles, (editor’s note: actually it was Banning) gets a little something from a hotel desk clerk as he's checking in. "Here's a guide," the clerk says, a bit ominously, ‘telling you how to have fun... in San Francisco.’”

Who has the time to sift through all this blogging diarrhea?? Just consider the link above as a footnote or a tangent. And I know how much you DIG my web of tangents…

Blogging IS NOT a literary movement -- it’s a bowel movement,
Curt Spins

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