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About Me

A lightning bolt across the bow of pop culture.

My Interests

Music, the intense and howling kind that screams out of the night (even if it's quiet), photography, filmmaking, some movies (only the honest and relevant kind, can't do blockbusters), and literature (Southern Gothic, techno-dystopian sci-fi, suburban existentialism and acid addled, anarchist journalism, salacious pulp). Op art and minimalism. Throwing furniture down stairwells and elevator shafts. A girl's soft cheek. The slate sidewalks at Princeton. The hollow metal sidewalks of SoHo.

I'd like to meet:

I love attention and appreciate anyone with some to spare.

Music:

Le Push, Brian Eno. Chrisma. French Pop. The Germs. Dance/Disaster Movement, Venom. Denim and Diamonds. Beat Happening. Animal Collective, young people. Spacemen 3. Sonic Youth. Neil Young. Fog. Grandaddy. Jesus & Mary Chain. Open City. Birthday Party. The Cramps. Joy Division. Galaxie 500. Steaming Coils. OMD. Negative Approach. Black Flag. Television. Suicide. MBV. Thriteenth Floor Elevators. Joe Meek's I Hear a New World. Cat Power. Richard Hell & the Voidoids. Pussy Galore. No New York. Spectrum. Neutral Milk Hotel. Up Your Butt. Gutbucket and country blues. Air-conditioners, lawnmowers, weed-eaters, earth moving machines, automobile engines (broken and fixed), pavement saws, naked guys with electrodes attached to their life signals, which are then fed through VCO's, brain-wave oscillators, short-wave radios, digital noise, inferior radio tuning abilities, solar flares, broken gear, homemade electronics.

Movies:

Friends Forever. Purple Noon. My Own Private Idaho. Dazed & Confused. The Passenger. The American Friend. Chloe in the Afternoon. Blade Runner. Eternal Sunshine. Butch Cassidy & the Sundance Kid. Hannah and Her Sisters. Bring Me the Head of Alfredo Garcia. Jeremiah Johnson. Mad Max. Wonderboys. Interiors. Two Lane Blacktop. Last Tango in Paris. Annie Hall. The Wild Bunch.

Television:

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Books:

Faulkner. Crews. Dunn. McCullers. Stahl. Gibson. Dick. Highsmith. Salinger. Leonard. Thompson. Chabon. Tarkington. Twain. Wright. McMurtry. Lethem. Malamud. Hawthorne. Styron. Johnson. Ford. Lutz. Saunders. Munro. Mine!

Heroes:

Ambrose Beirce. Neil Young. Jenny Holzer. And this guy.

My Blog

Not Really Feeling It.

There's a robot in Williamsburg. He looks like me, sounds like me, likes beer, and is known for occasional bouts of recklessness, but he's not really me, he's a robot. I watch what he does through a...
Posted by Mr. Pharmacist on Thu, 28 Jun 2007 10:52:00 PST

Jenny Holzer truisms

a little knowledge can go a long waya lot of professionals are crackpotsa man can't know what it is to be a mothera name means a lot just by itselfa positive attitude means all the difference in the w...
Posted by Mr. Pharmacist on Mon, 16 Apr 2007 11:06:00 PST

Home: A night of sludge-black, ooze metal ambient noise wave and Sonic Boom

On Saturday night we hosted a Todd P show in our new loft space (West and East Wing of the Death By Audio Dude Ranch). It's pretty funny that a person can be present at an event where seven bands (in...
Posted by Mr. Pharmacist on Mon, 02 Apr 2007 12:55:00 PST

Black Boogers

Yesterday G. Wilson and I built the lighting rig for the shoot we're currently on. We spent a good portion of the day some 10 feet off the ground on ladders, rigging lights and backdrops. The very a...
Posted by Mr. Pharmacist on Sat, 03 Mar 2007 02:21:00 PST

Absenteeism

Dear Friends,I do apologize for my recent absenteeism. Please understand that I am in the middle of a hard move, as well as the usual life obligations. If you haven't heard from me, or I seem suspic...
Posted by Mr. Pharmacist on Fri, 19 Jan 2007 02:02:00 PST

The DR

So yeah, I was in the Dominican Republic for about five days last week shooting three Reggaeton videos in three days. It was fun, exhausting, infuriating, and immensely satisfying.From a film product...
Posted by Mr. Pharmacist on Thu, 26 Oct 2006 05:50:00 PST

There's Always Some Shit To Do!!!! (and it's driving me crazy)

And I can't fucking take it. I've spent all of maybe ten days in my NY apartment since June 25, and the effluvium of my life have piled up into sandbars of slow building cultural sludge. I'm ridicul...
Posted by Mr. Pharmacist on Fri, 01 Sep 2006 12:21:00 PST

Too Many Legs (I can't sleep)!

I'm having trouble sleeping. There is no wind tonight. There are too many sounds carrying through the building, too many voices I recognize, too many engine noises. Even through all that extaneous ...
Posted by Mr. Pharmacist on Tue, 11 Jul 2006 08:55:00 PST

Progress Still Hurts My Feelings.

Do spy in my profile photograph, a handsome, kingly looking fellow with a crown, bubbles for eyes and nose, and a pair of orange womens' underpants for a mouth. That, my friends, is the Laundry King....
Posted by Mr. Pharmacist on Tue, 04 Jul 2006 02:09:00 PST

I'm in Hell

That's what happens when you sell your soul to the devil, you go to hell. In this case, Hell is an Ivy League university campus where you have to teach rich kids how to make movies for eight weeks. ...
Posted by Mr. Pharmacist on Wed, 28 Jun 2006 04:55:00 PST