Chelsea Hotel & NYC Adventures

Current mood: sick
Category: Life

This is from yesterday...

Slept straight though the night for the first few hours. Woke up crying again. Dreaming about my mother again. Fall back asleep. More dreams. Bloody and possibly sexual. Then I dream of my mother telling me President Clinton is killed in a car accident. A vision of him bloody appears in my asleep mind.

I have no idea where all this is coming from. But perhaps it is not for me to know.

Tony and I stayed 2 days in the Chelsea Hotel. For the record, let me say I believe in energy, but have never seen a ghost or spirit. There is a definite vibe in that building. We stayed in Room 830. I am not aware of anything particularly interesting happening in there, unlike Room 100, where Sid & Nancy lived, and Nancy was murdered.

We mosdef saw some freaks in the joint.

Day 3 of the last batch of mixing:::We go over the first-ever field recordings I made, in Türkiye in 2000. Some snippets made it onto the records, let's just say...As my mom would have said, it is kismet.