Study

 

All. I. Do. Is. Study.

Wish I was doing it in a small box, like this. 

http://torafu.com/works/kol

 

This morning at the bus stop. It was beautiful.

Red

Got cultured last night. Went to see Red by John Logan; a yelling Mark Rothco, black taking over the red, why do we do what we do? The colors were so great, they gave me shivers. Mostly red, of course. But something about all that red. Him and his assistant prime a huge canvas on stage, this deep red, in less than a minute. It made my breath short.
Color is so primal. Yellow and red. Yellow gives me the same feeling as the sound of trumpets, like there is hope in the world.

Neil

Man. Saw this guy last night. Was on the floor with a bunch of old guys smoking pot, and short haired ladies swaying with their eyes closed. After, Eric and I walked through parking lots to the Times, where the guy outside smoking told us he was confirmed to show up.
Everyone but the drummer, he said.
By the time we went in, doorman was saying loudly about tickets. Otherwise, just wait outside. Ran into Ken, he bought on a shirt which he was concealing in a bright blue bag under his arm. He asked about my blood pressure, met a friend of his.
Went to the Windsor instead. Jukebox party, with jamming ladies, dancing with their ball cap boyfriends. Bartender spotted me change for a beer. Talked about chickens till 2.




http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QsePAFVCbec