one of my favorite places: The Lantern. A Pittsfield landmark... have a cheeseburger and a beer.

Let the dead bake cakes for the dead. Or something like that.

We're working like demons on the new Death As A Salesman DVD. Trying to master, with an old dog's brain, ProTools and Final Cut Pro. We need crew - wanna help?

And don't forget to go over to my sister's blog. She's still pestering me something awful. help me out. Read, comment. Say nice things.

Self Portrait As An Old Dog.

You ever feel this way? Like there's a full moon and you just don't feel like howling, much as you'd like to, and as much as you feel it's your responsibility to howl at the moon. It's your job. But still, no enthusiasm. Even Sun Ra felt that way occasionally. I know I feel that way sometimes.

Have I told you about Dorothy's new blog? One of the reasons I feel like I do, maybe. I'm always depressed when I feel a competition coming on. I'd rather just declare myself winner. Anyway, it's her own blog and it's called Don't Surrender, Dorothy, and if she doesn't start getting some traffic soon I will get no rest.

We're going to be working together a bit later on the DVD version of Death As A Salesman. It will be fun. I'm looking for something along the lines of They Might Be Giants. The movie, not the group.

This is one of my sister Dorothy's favorite pictures. Obviously because it shows how much bigger and stronger she always was. I hate how I (on the right, of course) always look so tentative and worried. I must say though, that behind those looks, behind that genuine paranoia, came a plan, a master plan. One that I'm not quite ready to share yet. Anyway, I'm posting this pic as a gesture to my sister, who has HER OWN BLOG now, and can quit pestering me to use this one. One word, Dorothy: "MINE." Remember how that works? Anyway, best of luck on your new venture, and I really hope this doesn't cut into your responsibilities and stuff down at the cafeteria. You signed a contract.

Here's the link, and don't say I never did anything for you.

Don't Surrender, Dorothy

H co

O, so you weren't there, over at the Dreamaway Lodge in beautiful Becket, Mass? To see my sister Dorothy perform Death as a Salesman in progress, in progress, to be sure? In the same hallowed spaces where Joan Baez, Bob Dylan, and Alan Ginsberg once performed? Sorry. But it was a work in progress with plenty of bumps and dead spots and a lot, a lot, of forgotten lines. O, well. Here's the poster:



and here's a picture of our girl taken by and altered to make her look better by Joe Wheaton.



Opening down at the Outsiders Gallery next weekend. check the front page.

happy, happy. why not? someone said, sing, sing, ye creatures who live in the dust.