My new album, The Voice Remains, has just been released.
My new album, The Voice Remains, has just been released.
My 2017 in chronological order: moved to LA, found love(!), finished 8-years-long novel, finished new album, then new short film, lost some weight. Sorry, world, I know it’s been a somewhat rough year for you, but for me it was one of the best!
I invented a T-Shirt which, unlike other, mundane T-Shirts, has a printed T-Shirt on it, on which another T-Shirt is printed, and so on and so forth, ensuring that, for the first time in the history of the universe, you can enjoy the full T-Shirt experience.
“So basically,” I said, “Tron is a version of Narnia in which religion was replaced by fake computer science.”
She didn’t answer. Further inquiry revealed that she was fast asleep. I still wonder whether it’s the religion or the fake computer science.
The following is a monologue I heard in a bar in Tel Aviv about a year ago, poetized only slightly by myself, and now hastily translated into English. So there:
I don’t do Facebook / Facebook is kaka / I don’t / conform /
I am Romanian / my dad also / knows Romanian / I / don’t / conform /
don’t do Facebook / I told everyone / never / look / look at this nice dog /
in the picture / it’s so funny / it’s killing me / I / don’t conform /
We were in a hotel / in Romania / they told me / I told them / I don’t /
don’t know / Romanian / only my dad / knows / how would I know? /
But look / what a dog / eh? / it’s killing me /
look / look / look / look /
Here’s another / picture of him /
not my dad / the dog /
look /
Isn’t it funny / eh? / isn’t it amazing / eh? /
Isn’t it cute / eh? / isn’t it pretty / eh? /
I follow it /
on facebook.
“I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you?”
I love that song, but let me tell you, I’ve been to New York last June, and it was hot and humid and rainy and generally a mess, and therefore I hereby vote to change it to “I like New York in April”, but this kills the meter, so let’s compromise for, say, May, which leaves us with merely an awful rhyming problem, which can be easily yet dreadfully solved thus:
I like New York in May, how about ye?
I like a Gershwin Play, how about ye?
Thank you, you’ve been a wonderful audience, please don’t lynch me.