Do It Yourself Brain Surgery

Happy New Year!

 Here’s a special gift for the New Year, instructions in do it yourself brain surgery by Alix Lorance.  Alix lives in Seattle with her husband, Dan.  She and I communicate by brief emails about three times a year.  We never phone–except for once when I thought she was dead and called to find out that I was wrong–and we’ve seen each other in person perhaps 3 times in the last 2.5 decades.  Still I feel her to be a close friend.  We first met back in the earliest 1970’s.   One of the great good deeds in my life was to accompany her to the Brooklyn Museum where she signed up for her first art class.  I was also present when she discovered that should she position herself at right angles to the page she was drawing on, things came out squished.  I still have vague memories of her sketch of then-baby Drew looking like he was a close-up on a sports bar tv set.

You would have needed either Realplayer or Quicktime and sound to view and hear this instructional film the way it was made to be viewed.  The sound is an old Brubeck tune, one I recognize but cannot name.  It’s lively and off the Take Five album.  Sadly WordPress will not let me post it for fear that it will dork up their system.  So find your own music and play it along with the slides.  To truly appreciate it you’ll also need a sense of humor as profound as hers.

Here’s how to view it:

1. Put on the Brubeck album.

2.Go to

 3. Click on “slideshow” and set the timer to 15 seconds by hitting the + symbol.

4. (Of course) Enjoy!

 Again, happy new year!


Published in: on December 31, 2006 at 5:16 pm  Leave a Comment  

Drinking, Drugging & Drawing

in-front-of-55.jpg Back in the very early 1980’s, although I didn’t realize it at the time, I was approaching the end of 25 years of a lot of intoxication. i-am-not-a-junkie.jpg

(By the way you can click on each drawing to enlarge it. Sometimes it takes a lot of scrolling to see the whole image.)

More and more of my feelings were finding their way into consciousness, sometimes disguised, philosopher-queen.jpg sometimes not. bar-rage.jpg

Bar life let-me-guess.jpg hadn’t changed but I had.  The clown in front of the tequila, weed in the wallet, mouth filled with clever bar talk, had morphed into a character where he was once a participant.  Even more disturbing, an ever-growing part of me had found a way to stand away from the bar, observe and even make remarks about my nightly performances in this land of I’d-rather-be-elsewhere-believe-me. Sometimes it was cute.  owen.jpg Sometimes it was worse.  not-responsible.jpg

But time is cool, especially when you can be patient and curious.  By the mid-’80’s it was all different again.

Published in: on December 9, 2006 at 9:58 pm  Comments (3)