To fund his art, Serra started a furniture-removals business, Low-Rate Movers, and employed most of his struggling friends. For a while Philip Glass worked as his assistant, helping him install shows and lug furniture up and down the steps of brownstones.
I saw them the first night they played in NYC and this is all completely accurate. (It was a great show.)
you mean there was an obese shrooming makeout/crying duo at your show too?
no, you only get that combo if you’re living in san francisco.
what about you ry? Ride fall through again?
The Dino Jr./MBV was on a school night in ‘91, so I couldn’t go… Show was in Atlanta.
I felt it was better to leave the live experience unrequited. Though it sounds like these shows went way better than I would have predicted.
The New York Times barks up the people haven tree this weekend with the arrival of the Fall edition of Key, their seasonal real estate/home magazine.
Cave living in southern Spain:
“People thought I was mad,” says Jim Butler, a retired English chauffeur, who has lived in his three-bedroom, one-bath cave in the Spanish province of Granada for around 18 months. “But I tell them, try a cave. It’s fantastic.”
“Although it’s a luxurious kind of nature. It isn’t camping.”
Will West, the C.E.O. of Control4 and the father of six children, uses his own home-automation system for everything from monitoring the comings and goings of his 18-year-old son (he can program the security system to e-mail or text him with the time his son enters the house at night) to listening to three kinds of music in his bathroom at once (he has 3 zones of audio in his bathroom and 21 zones in other parts of the house).
And an artist collective inhabiting a beach house.
Plus a lovely front cover by Andy Gilmore.
Skeptical? Well, these aren’t your dank, caveman-movie grottoes. They’re dry and whitewashed clean, and they have windows and all the modern conveniences: electricity, running water, telephone, cable and parking.
cf
In a hole in the ground there lived a hobbit. Not a nasty, dirty, wet hole, filled with the ends of worms and an oozy smell, nor yet a dry, bare, sandy hole with nothing in it to sit down on or to eat: it was a hobbit-hole, and that means comfort.
andy gilmore’s page reminds me of jahmad’s friend tauba (remember from that one swimming hole trip where I was driving? she kept freaking out that i was going to kill us all?)
http://www.taubaauerbach.com/works.july27.2008.html
we should implement autolinking for comments, eh?
cf jennifer daniel. (and check that awesome domain name.)
I see your jennifer daniel and raise you a E-mail Addresses It Would Be Really Annoying to Give Out Over the Phone
