Open your eyes and eat the garlic shrimp
A few years ago I went to Honolulu to take a vacation and participate in an international poetry competition. There were people...
His name is Lucky
Yesterday I wrote that the happiest day of my life was when my son could come home from the hospital after spending two months in the...
Tuba Das
One of the happiest days of my life was when the doctors told me I could take my son home. He had been in the neonatal intensive care...
Thoughts on a train
When I'm riding the train, the clack clack rhythm of the rail beneath the wheels always sends me off thinking. Last night, I ran into a...
One more trip around the sun
Yesterday was my birthday. Don't ask me how old I am because I won't tell you. I'd rather I remain however old I am in your mind. I like...
When we were no longer gods
The day Edgar died I was on my way to The Pink Cow in Shibuya. The news hit me hard. I felt guilty and ashamed that I couldn’t say good...
The portal
Edgar Henry was a wild, wild man. He was born shortly after the beat generation. His idols were Ginsburg, Burroughs, and Baraki. Just...
Butterfly wings
In total, I must have spent about 15 or 16 years working with the Japanese pop band Dreams Come True. Of those, I performed as a member...
Alcohol and I
In my last entry I wanted to tell you about how I began my life as a performer but I was too drunk to really write the story clearly. In...
The true beginning
This is the fifth try. I don’t have my computer with me and the software I am using to post these blogs is acting weird. I can’t edit, so...
