Thoughts on a train
When I'm riding the train, the clack clack rhythm of the rail beneath the wheels always sends me off thinking. Last night, I ran into a...
One more trip around the sun
Yesterday was my birthday. Don't ask me how old I am because I won't tell you. I'd rather I remain however old I am in your mind. I like...
When we were no longer gods
The day Edgar died I was on my way to The Pink Cow in Shibuya. The news hit me hard. I felt guilty and ashamed that I couldn’t say good...
The portal
Edgar Henry was a wild, wild man. He was born shortly after the beat generation. His idols were Ginsburg, Burroughs, and Baraki. Just...
Butterfly wings
In total, I must have spent about 15 or 16 years working with the Japanese pop band Dreams Come True. Of those, I performed as a member...
Alcohol and I
In my last entry I wanted to tell you about how I began my life as a performer but I was too drunk to really write the story clearly. In...
The true beginning
This is the fifth try. I don’t have my computer with me and the software I am using to post these blogs is acting weird. I can’t edit, so...
Meet the Empress
For my very first official job in Japan, I worked without pay for the first 30 days. It was an agreement I made with Lena, the owner of a...
The still point of the turning world
finished the zoom marathon and it's time for me to post up a quick comment and photograph for today. I have to be honest and say that I'm...
The poet's curse
Today’s post isn't a story but a reflection. Don't try too hard to make sense of my words if they don't seemed clear. Your experience...
