Tales from a Brave Ulysses
XXXX. "An Evening with Math and Physics Club" PIANOS occupies a smallish storefront on Ludlow street, just a block or so below Houston in New…
Tales from a Brave Ulysses
XXXIII. "Street Art: Part Two"This is part two of a series of Tales columns devoted to buying art on the street. When I moved to…
Tales from a Brave Ulysses
XXXII. "Street Art: Part One"This is part one of a series of Tales... columns devoted to buying art on the street. Since moving to New…
Tales from a Brave Ulysses
XXXI. "The American Battlefield Ghost Hunters Society is Right On" Why do we listen to music? "For entertainment," says the cynic. "Because it's beautiful," says…
Tales from a Brave Ulysses
XXX. "Antony and Carnegie and Glass"It was a night of amazing tastes and colors and sounds. A night I was sad to see pass by…
Tales from a Brave Ulysses
XXIX. "The Criteria of a Broken Social Scene: Rock versus Roll"Two concerts on two nights, as two bands from two different communities work towards one…
Tales from a Brave Ulysses
XXVIII. "Sad-Happy Saturday Morning"I used to play in a band called Starla. We were named after a Smashing Pumpkins b-side that I didn't hear until…
Tales from a Brave Ulysses
XXVII. "A New Year's Rain, A Ryan Adams LP, and a Masquerade"Beginning: Basement of Generation Records, Thompson Ave. at Bleeker; New Year's Eve, Greenwich Village;…
Tales from a Brave Ulysses
XXVI. "Prodigal Thoughts w/ the Long Winters" The plane was unloading and I was in the back. I remained seated for about ten minutes, after…
Tales from a Brave Ulysses
XXV. "My Elliott Smith, Again" About 26 months ago, still in college, I was walking back to my apartment from my job at a coffee…