Monthly Archives: December 2012

MUSIC VIDEOS

Somehow in the last few years I have played minor and major roles in a number of music videos, starting with the Fabulous Thunderbirds. FABULOUS THUNDERBIRDS “DO YOU KNOW WHO I AM?” I appear at 7:38 as the laid-off GM worker. OUTTA CONTROL SHAKE IT LIKE AN ETCH-A-SKETCH WHERE THERE IS LOVE Freddy Wexler BORN […]

A GIFT FROM GREAT-AUNT PRUDENCE

In the early days of liberated consciousness— 1967, to be exact— I was cashier in a shop of imported goods. One cargo included hand-carved wooden sculptures from Taiwan of a hand with upraised middle finger. This wasn’t the plastic gewgaw you later saw everywhere, but something no doubt crafted by carvers with generations of tradition […]

WHITE NOISE

In the Time of the Great Waves, December 2004 A small machine creates peace. Like a radio tuned to ghost messages, it creates electronic sound and nothing more: no music, words, sound effects. Hear it instead of city noises—it jams awareness of shouts, car horns, cries of children, marching boots, screams of the drowning, manifestos, […]

A LETTER TO HELP YOUR MEMORY OF A NIGHT WHEN YOU WERE SIX

Tonight the silence that sets thought free would have been too much to bear. So I put on a Beethoven quartet, picking it from the album in the dark, by luck what I wanted, “in the Lydian mode,” “a sacred song of thanks from one made well.” You warned me, when the loud part came, […]

BRAD AND THE BAND-AID

Middlesex Dairy could be called a dairy only because ice cream was made on the premises. It was a short-order restaurant serving nothing more complicated than tuna-salad sandwiches and fried clams, one of the few places in town where you could order food or ice cream. The owner and his wife traveled around the U.S. […]

MY AUTOPSY

This week’s joke, sharing a view of myself as a corpse. The autopsy table, by the way, is metal, not designed for comfort. A makeup woman spreads blue-gray color all over me, toning down my overly bright nipples with a camel-hair brush. The hardest part is holding my breath while the scalpel, a real one […]

THE BOY & THE CHESS PLAYER

This is not by me. I play the chess player. A lot of the acting I’ve done has been strange or comic, but this was a chance to take part in something serious and touching, with good direction by a grad student at NYU. The Boy and the Chess Player