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I’m in a Christian Death Metal Music Video for Some Reason

In News, Things that happened on November 29, 2012 at 5:51 pm

Over the summer I received an invitation to act in a music video for the band The Devil Wears Prada. This is it. The song is called Mammoth.

Despite being stuck in a coffin, the whole experience was awesome. Acting isn’t a primary focus in my career, but I really enjoy doing it and jump at any opportunity.

I get to act regularly now because of Little Orphan Laboratory and the return of The Kat Thek Radio Hour. Doing characters like Oswald Porter and Jimmy Jeans just makes me the happiest boy in school.

If you haven’t already, please check out my show Little Orphan Laboratory. The first episode premieres on November 30th, 2012.

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Hard Bop?

In Things that happened on October 11, 2011 at 1:59 am

At the Glasslands show where I went to see the emerging UK artist Anika, I was caught off-guard by a band…I think was called Hard Bop.

I say I think, because there seems to be very little about them online. I wish I could link to some videos or music or something, but I can’t find any.

Their myspace page appropriately states under Bio: two friends playing music.

That’s how it felt, and at first it almost seemed too amateur for Glasslands. But then…oh man. There was just a guitarist and a drummer, but they began creating a sound I can only describe as epic garage band.

The guitarist used a loop petal and some effects to make melodic beats and walls of sound. The drummer hit back hard with Mitch Mitchell-esque attacks.

Together they moved the room from entrancement to endancement.

And somehow, even though they played continuously, I didn’t feel like I could classify them as “Jam Band”.

Wherever you guys are…nice job.

Tao Lin’s Bed Is In My Living Room

In Things that happened on May 8, 2011 at 5:27 am

Tao Lin is a writer who wrote a book of short stories called Bed. He is also the author of other things. He lives in New York.

I used to live in Los Angeles, and work at a bookstore called Skylight Books. There I met Kerrie Kvashay-Boyle who showed me a book called sometimes my heart pushes my ribs by Ellen Kennedy. Sometimes I dream about meeting Ellen Kennedy. One time she was transgender in my dream and she had a chin beard. One time I thought I saw her on the G train. I was with my girlfriend, Kat Thek. We both started yelling “Ellen!” in quick loud bursts hoping that she would look up. She never did.

Anyway, I liked her book a lot. I showed it to everyone I knew that I thought would like it, which was a lot of people. I even sold more copies of it than any other book of poetry at our store. They gave me an award at the end of the year for it – the Underdog Award, for most copies sold of a book that most people wouldn’t have already heard about.

Then I found out that Tao Lin had published that book. I had heard that Tao was coming to sign stock at Skylight, so I contacted him to let him know that enjoyed the book thoroughly. I asked him if I could contact Ellen at first, but she wouldn’t contact me back. So, I asked Tao if he would be interested in an interview, and he agreed.

So, I conducted an email interview with Tao. Well, two, actually. One was sold to the LA Weekly, and the other I have only recently completed. The LA Weekly interview was about music, and the other was about everything.

I left Skylight to move to Brooklyn and attend Graduate School. I moved in with an old friend, Jake Chudnow. My next door neighbors ran a small press called Small Anchor Press. One day, they were moving out and getting rid of all their stuff. At first I thought they were having a stoop sale, but then they told me to take some things for free.

“Really, I can have this?” I asked as I held a book of Wallace Stevens poetry.

“Yeah, this is the stuff that didn’t sell, we’re just going to throw it away,” said Jen Hyde.

Then Kat Thek and Jake Chudnow showed up. They started taking things, too. Before I knew it we were all in their apartment, which was freshly painted and cleaned to emphasize the nothingness.

“This is our apartment,” said Jake as he tapped the wall that boarded the two apartments.

“Do you want a bed,” Jen said. Before I could finish… “It’s Tao Lin’s bed.”

“Tao Lin?” I repeated. I wondered if it was the bed he wrote Bed on.

“Yeah, the writer. I got it from his old roommate, Justin Taylor.”

I really didn’t think we would take it. I didn’t have any need for a bed. No one I knew did. Jake thought he knew a couple of people who would need a bed. One of them was Carlin Cwik.

So, now my cats are fighting. They topple over each other when they fight, and I think the sound of their fat slapping the hard wood floor is very funny. They dodge the single mattress in the middle of the living room. I stare at it. I can’t not look at it. Why is it here? Why did we bring it in here? Why is this my life now?

I move in closer to the white bedbug protective cover. I move in closer to the indents of the Esher-esque twitter bird stitching beneath the whiteness. I move in closer to see a very tiny blood stain.

Watching two people not talking

In Things that happened on January 22, 2011 at 10:36 pm

I was in a café in Brooklyn waiting in line. I saw two people sitting at a table not talking to each other. They both had drinks – I think one of them had coffee. They were clearly together. Maybe I couple, I’m not sure, but they definitely came together. They were looking around. A guy and a girl. Both in their twenties probably. They avoided eye contact. When eye contact was made, it was brief (one second, maybe, on average) and seemed to suggest that they were expecting the other person to say something. The girl had her legs crossed. The guy was hunched over the table. Their facial expressions were the most interesting part to me. They looked like a cross between awkward and slightly sad. It was a feeling of unwarranted awkwardness – like they knew each other well and felt they should be past an awkward phase. It was like they were having this conversation:

Guy

I feel awkward because I have nothing to say.

Girl

I also feel awkward for the same reason, but I’m also just not in a talking mood.

Guy

If you’re not in a talking mood, why did you want to go out for coffee?

Girl

I don’t know. You’re nice to be around. We don’t have to talk – I’m really only awkward because of your awkwardness.

Guy

I’ll think of something really good to say and that will end this.

Girl

OK, I’ll just wait for that then.

Guy

You could also think of something. It doesn’t have to be all on me.

Girl

(sigh) Jesus, I just don’t feel like talking. I’m sad, kind of. And it’s for no reason I’m aware of. That’s a really strange place to be in, OK?

Guy

OK, I understand, then I will think of something to talk about that’s really interesting and then you’ll forget about your sadness. OK?

Girl

OK, sure.