Bricks and Brains on the Wing

Workers sit atop the building on 77-79 Pleasant Street that started unexpectedly shitting bricks a few weeks ago. It's all scaffolded up for now. The brick parapet crumbled in one corner of the roof and some bricks fell on some cars. No one was hurt but the incident reminded me of an old Nurse With Wound album title. When I lived at 245 Main Street, right at the corner of Masonic and Main, I rented from Alan Scheinman and he and his co-owners actually took preventive action and had the parapet of that building removed for just this reason. To avoid actual masonry landing on Masonic...heh heh.
Inspect your parapets, people!
As a testament to the random disorder and beauty of life, London's Nurse With Wound (Steven Stapleton) functioned outside the normal musical channels for a decade, experimenting with tape collages of disjointed phrases, improvised music, electronics and found sounds on a series of intriguing, provocative, humorous and frequently entertaining self-released records. Between 1978 and 1988, Stapleton collaborated with such likeminded sonic adventurers as David Tibet of Current 93 and Tony Wakeford of Sol Invictus to produce a prodigious body of work that embraces surrealism in both content and graphics. Brained By Falling Masonry (1984) was an EP that bristled the coarsest of hairs with scratching and horror dungeon screams including the demonic voice of Clint Ruin (aka Jim Thirlwell, Foetus) in a cameo, yet it contains a movement that could accompany an underwater Cousteau documentary. Over time, however, the group's usual organized chaos gained a certain predictability. At the end of 1988, Stapleton moved to a farm in Ireland. (Trouser Press)

This is my friend, magician, and psychic (that's the short list) Craig Browning and a newly purchased palm tree. Craig and I both have some roots in Los Angeles, as do many palm trees. I had an 80 footer in my front yard. I think it was 80 feet. I'm guessing. I never took a tape measure to it. Craig is a great guy and I'm in awe of his upbeat demeanor in the face of some of the medical treatments he's going through. Never mind the mini-stroke thunderstorms that roll into brainville once in a while. I wish him well.