Brian Sacawa | Sounds Like Now

Reptilian Records’ 17th Anniversary Grand Reopening at the Ottobar
Dactyl
Lubricated Goat
MRT
Bazaart!
AVAM […]

“Invok[ing] the soul-killing anonymity of chain hotels, the rooms’ terrible transient sameness: the ubiquitous floral design of the bedspreads, the multiple low-watt lamps, the pallid artwork bolted to the wall, the schizoid whisper of ventilation, the sad shag carpet, the smell of alien cleansers, the Kleenex dispensed from the wall, the automated wake-up call, the […]

Story Of The Day. I was at the Common Ground in Hampden today having a coffee and bagel lunch, when in walked a woman, who I seemed to recognize slightly, with three other people—two men and one woman. Although she looked familiar I couldn’t place her and didn’t want to stare. However, when I caught […]

I almost abandoned this book several times, especially during the first 100 pages. I had heard good things about it—lot of rave reviews and such. And since I liked Slowness and Identity, The Unbearable Lightness of Being seemed like the logical next step. Maybe it was my state of mind when I started the book—I’d […]

I’m glad to be back in Baltimore and I’ve recently been taking advantage of all that I missed while on the road, including:
+ Scoring some new chairs at Avenue Antiques on The Avenue in Hampden
+ Common Ground […]

This was the first book by Martin Amis that I’ve read. However, it was not the first book of Martin Amis’ that I had planned to read. I had first desired to read what is considered his most famous, none other than London Fields. But for whatever reason I always put off digging into London […]

After 40 days away from home, I’m finally back and readjusting to being stationary for longer than two days at a time. (Which is basically another way of saying it’s my excuse for being absent for a few days.) At any rate, time to catch up. As rumored, Non-Zero made its triumphant return to concert […]

“For Franz music was the art that comes closest to Dionysian beauty in the sense of intoxication. No one can get really drunk on a novel or a painting, but who can help getting drunk on Beethoven’s Ninth, Bartok’s Sonata for Two Pianos and Percussion, or the Beatles’ White Album? Franz made no distinction between […]

So many things to elucidate—finishing The Rachel Papers, broken saxophone, recap of Sunday’s Microtonal Society concert, manic rehearsing, rainy day in Boston w/o an umbrella, concert tomorrow at UMASS Dartmouth. But it’ll have to wait until tomorrow. I’ve got to go to bed.

NotaRiotus, the Microtonal Society’s house band that I play in, was given a nod by Jeremy Eichler in the Globe’s “Classical Picks” this weekend.