Do you have photos of moments in your life that make you cringe? I have a handful of them, particularly from my early 20s, when I was searching for a path out of Texas. I had moved beyond my flashy New Wave days of makeup and big hair into a strange hybrid uniform of 1940sContinue reading “The Naked Time”
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The Hunger – Bauhaus and the Endless Void of Teenage Depression
I. I peer into the depths of a black tarp, loosely stapled across a makeshift wall. There is a constant hustle of people shuffling past as they rush to cobble together a haunted house for this elementary school carnival within 24 hours. By my side is David Johnson, a great neighborhood friend. I’d invited himContinue reading “The Hunger – Bauhaus and the Endless Void of Teenage Depression”
Super 8 Home Movies Project #1
On a recent trip to Texas, I returned with a suitcase overflowing with Super 8 films from my childhood. Most of this footage ranges from the late 1960s through the 1970s. My goal is to regularly post about a random film, along with related memories prior to watching it. I will follow this with myContinue reading “Super 8 Home Movies Project #1”
Summit Bars and Other Strange Things
I was recently digging through a few old storage boxes when I discovered a package I had sealed away in 1983. At the age of 15, inspired by an article about time capsules in the Houston Chronicle, I placed a Summit candy bar into a Ziploc bag, which I then wrapped in a bundle ofContinue reading “Summit Bars and Other Strange Things”
Episode 10: Arena, part 2 – Survival of the Thinnest
New York 2000 I take a cursory glance for stray dogs or people along the dark street as I step out of the warehouse. During the year that I’ve lived in the desolate Brooklyn neighborhood known as Bushwick, I’ve realized that both can be equally dangerous to encounter in the night. My breath is visibleContinue reading “Episode 10: Arena, part 2 – Survival of the Thinnest”
Episode 5: Mirror, Mirror – The Path to the Nightcage
I move in slow motion, trapped in the crowd after a concert at Music Hall in downtown Houston. My friends, Michael and Steven, slowly move in syncopation as we awkwardly descend the steps of the balcony, taking tiny steps to assure we don’t kick or trip someone else. I am wearing grey parachute pants, aContinue reading “Episode 5: Mirror, Mirror – The Path to the Nightcage”
Jeff Gauntt-Quiceno 