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  He walks down a narrow path to a beach. Navaho children bob their heads in the surf. He sits on a dune &  listens to their singing. The songs are lovely and smart and funny.  He writes them down & plays with them a lot. He books & musics a show he names The B raves . It's the new Hamilton & wins him the Tony award. 

 

Spent the whole night online watching people listen to music ... young peeps hearing Like a Rolling Stone for the first time - first time hearing about/ listening to Dylan. Hard to believe. and lots of wonder at Paul Simon, Tracy Chapman, Bowie, Neil Young and especially Joni.  90 % of the folks were Black, and 98 % of that group - men. Newcomers hungry for old school OG sounds before they were born. It's kind of thrilling to watch them being thrilled about artists and art thats thrilled  me for 50 years. Check out Airplay Beats  two charming, rich and feeling talk brothers bobbing and laser focused on tons of hits, singles, classics. And Sarah Dengler ... dumb struck by the beauty and get-you-good-ness stupid with it liquidity of Here Comes the Sun, Old Man, California .  Such power in the combination of language, phrasing, choices, skill, gifts, collaborations.  The really good stuff never gets old or less rockem' sockem' real life automaton verisimilitude. I'...

  I submitted the above to Sothebys appraisals. The head is 19th century France ... milliners head. Also called a  marchotte. The childs chair is Spanish 18th century. I thought it was African.  They say it takes a few weeks to get the appraisals ... dreams of my ship coming in smooth sail inside my cranium  ... beach cottages, fine dining, greenhouses in the country, $$$ art supplies, diamonds and pearls ................................................................. *** wow. that was fast. update 5/26 Thank you again for submitting your enquiry to Sotheby’s Online Pricing Platform. Your request was reviewed by our specialists who have determined that we are unable to value or consign your object. Sotheby’s only provides estimates for items that have been identified by our specialists as potentially suitable for one of our sales channels at the current time. The costs of shipping, research and other auction expenses are also taken into consideration. In addit...

A chair with a refined and unmistakable shape inspired by 1950s and 1960s design that adds a dash of character and perfectly adjusts to any setting, residential or commercial alike. Ma Belle, designed by Roberto Lazzeroni in 1994, is the perfect example of how the craft of woodworking can be transposed to an industrial dimension.This chair has an organic shape and an extremely lightweight feel, conveyed by a series of sinuous lines that come together in an interplay of large empty spaces. T he armrests connect the back with the front legs, creating a unique design. Ma Belle is made from solid American walnut wood in four thicknesses: the skillfully shaped backrest is crafted from a single 100 mm thick piece. The slats are joined together, giving life to an X-shaped construction that effortlessly supports the seat. The padded poplar plywood seat rests on four turned brass spacers that block it and give stability. The bottom part is made from walnut veneer. Last night Regina and I walk ...

As a younger man, I liked to believe I was relatively well put together. I took care of my appearance, choosing my clothes carefully and ensuring my hair was the way I liked it. Though I am not tall – and have even been described as diminutive – I have never felt inferior to other men. That is, until one evening fifteen years ago. I was at a dinner at a club in the West End when a male model sat down beside me. This was the foremost underwear model of the time, with a vast chest and iron jaw, and so tall that if I were to stand up, he could have snuggled my pretty head into his armpit. He clearly had no idea who I was and no interest in finding out. After offering me his huge hand, he turned his chair in the other direction and spent the evening entertaining a series of giddy women who materialised around our table. Next to this giant, I was rendered minuscule, impotent and humiliated. All my years of struggle for writing recognition collapsed; if I had won the Nobel Prize that morning...