Sander Roscoe Wolff

Many years ago Brian, my friend and band-mate in Poor Old Joe, disassembled a guitar he had and gave the body to a co-worker who painted a lovely surrealist image onto it. When he got it back, all the parts went into a box.

Flash forward a good number of years. Brian’s sister, Judy, calls me to say that she found the box and Brian, now living in Korea, told her to give it to me. When I collected it, all the hardware and electronics were gone, with only the neck and body remaining. Although it took me several years to get motivated, I finally decided to see if I could put the thing back together with new hardware and electronics. Continue Reading »

Today was Lauren’s birthday, and her first day of middle school… She seems to have survived it. She had a few very nice presents. She loved the InuYasha t-shirt I got on our trip to Westminister mall.

Shari’s been feeling ooky, with a cold. Kind of a bummer for the first week back with the kids. Still, she’s got just one more day and then two glorious days of R&R. I was playing a run/shoot war game on my computer after she went to bed (one of my guilty pleasures!) and, about 20 minutes later she came out and said she was feeling lonely… Awe! So I went back to the bedroom with her and rubbed her back, sang her a song, and tucked her in properly. That’s what husbands are supposed to do, right? Well, that’s what I do. Continue Reading »

I have to admit that, after helping the East Village Association with their huge annual Tour Des Artistes event I was pretty burnt out, and not intending to participate in the SoundWalk this year. It came as some surprise that they wanted me to participate again and it was with no small hesitation that I agreed to do so. It was my intention, initially, to do a site specific installation using a parking structure but, unfortunately, there were some issues with the site that proved to be problematic. At that point, I began thinking about other options.

There is a part of me that’s always been drawn to the idea of energy transmuting, of it changing as it passes through one medium into another. Last year’s SoundWalk piece dealt with that is a very obvious, and loud, way. This year I decided to try something a bit more subtle, and quiet. Continue Reading »

It seems strange to think that, just a few months ago, the whole world mobilized to aid Indonesia, Sri Lanka, India, etc and now we’re faced with another watery tragidy of incomprehensable scope. I’m sure that everyone is abuzz about this topic, but I just wanted to say that, as we all reach into our reserves of support, that we not forget the local tragidies. Around the corner, perhaps on the next block, there’s a person going to sleep hungry. There may be an elderly person in need of assistance, or a child that can’t afford a school uniform. As we give to the larger, and vital, efforts that, for me, seem so distant, let us not forget that we must support local charities, and local causes.