We are pleased to present our 118th installment of Sound Advice featuring Claire Darrow Mosier. Claire is the Creative Director of Andre Balazs Properties and splits her time between NYC and Costa Rica. She’s pretty excited these days about her baby named Scout and the ice skating rink at The Standard NYC that’s about to reopen for the winter.
Sound Advice 118
01. Songs of Blood by Linton Kwesi Johnson
02. Cool Out Son by Junior Murvin
03. Hippoopatamus by Desmond Dekker
04. Too Hot by Prince Buster
05. Revolution by Toots & The Maytals
06. Don’t Burn Your Bridges by Susan Cadogan
07. Licking Stick by Desmond Dekker
08. Push Push by The Itals
09. Wah Do Dem by Eek-A-Mouse
10. We Are Not The Same by The Cimarons
11. Under Me Sensi by Barrington Levy
12. Conquering Lion by Yabby You
13. Ali Baba by John Holt
If your house
got into a fight
with all the other houses on the block
would it win?
Does it have the character?
Does it have the heart?
When we are all asleep
and the buildings get together
and share stories
about us living inside them
Does your house use a funny voice
to mimic the way you talk to your dog?
Does your house ever worry
that you are going to leave it
for some bigger better place
closer to the ocean
with a kitchen you can eat in
and floors that look old but aren’t?
Would you tell it you were going
or just up and disappear one day?
Pay some men
to gut it
and stow its innards in a truck
leave its closets full of dry cleaning hangers
and pennies you couldn’t vacuum out of the carpet corners.
If you’re in the Bay Area, go out and support the Luggage Store this Saturday. You buy some great art in the auction, and be witness to an intimate performance by Devendra Banhart.
For the public and police alike, a cop car stress ball.
The Waitresses, I Know What Boys Like
The city of San Francisco consumes almost fifty percent of the Fernet Branca imported into the United States, but it’s not the kind of thing you drink while buying a Property of Alcatraz sweatshirt, or while fending off West Nile infected seagulls at Fisherman’s Wharf, or picking up a Penguin Classic copy of On the Road at City Lights Bookstore. You’re supposed to drink it on a Sunday morning at Ocean Beach while illegally fishing for Dungeness Crab with a few old Chinese guys as hungover as you are; on a Saturday afternoon in Dolores Park while trying to ignore the thwack of tennis balls and keeping an eye out for the pot truffle guy; on a Wednesday night while lying in bed and discussing whether Sutro Tower could fall over and pin you to your bed, squirming and bleeding, during a massive earthquake.
It tastes like the poison that the wicked queen used to try and kill Snow White. In San Francisco it’s traditional to order it with a ginger ale back but, hell, let your freak flag fly.
Cocoa Brovaz ft. Tony Touch & Hurricane G, Spanish Harlem, 1998
What it was like to be alive on the 24th of July, 2010.
For the 20th anniversary.