Marc Spitz

I did an interview with a British DJ on the subject of Black Randy and the Metrosquad’s Pass the Dust, I Think I’m Bowie album. a lost classic. it made me a bit sad, since i’m sure Brendan Mullen would have done a much better job gabbing about it, but I held down the Neutron Bomb fort, i guess. you can hear it on the 12th at

www.resonancefm.com at 10 PM UK time.

have had my nose in five different stones books since i last posted. and magazines. newspapers. flagging everything with post its. this process goes on for at least another month. i might give my eyes a break and start watching and taking notes on the dozen DVDs i have on my coffee table as well. everything from Rock N’ Roll Circus to Girl On A Motorcycle to the Bigger Bang and Scorsese docs of recent years. when i read about the girls who screamed their heads off when the band came here on their second tour in ’64, it’s odd because i know that one of them was my mother. she wasn’t a Bowie fan and certainly not a Green Day or Germs or Smiths fan, so this is the first time I am writing about an artist that like, got my mom. no matter where i go or who i meet or how cool i think i am in my retro shades and crocodile shoes, my mom saw the Beatles at Carnegie Hall, and was a screaming Stones chick and so she still has me beat. i guess if i ever have kids, i will have them beat already as far as cool cache goes.

as i’ve posted in the recent past, i’m juggling four other projects, one of which is a new play about Marlon Brando. that’s done now. it feels good to get these things off the desk top no matter what happens to them. i don’t even think about plays in terms of putting them up anymore. just finishing and filing them, whereas we used to do two a year. three one year.
it’s passover which always makes me think of egg barley. the same way thanksgiving makes me think of macaroni salad. holidays, secular and not, bring to mind nothing but side dishes. does that make me spiritually rich or bereft.

i will leave you with this quote, for today and the image of my teenage mom screaming her head off. very hot tub time machine:
“It wasn’t pleasant to see what our music did to people” – ian stewart on the early stones teenage riots.