tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-28078943875081508892012-02-19T20:52:49.265-05:00Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comBlogger19125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-38303749970498659692012-01-24T01:32:00.000-05:002012-01-24T17:48:25.234-05:00

Sessions Snowland II is the sequel to our original Sessions Snowland (2010), an audiovisual project based on snow, cold and winter. This time around we are presenting two videos. The first was shot entirely in Michigan, with every aspect from acting to soundtrack covered by C. Charles Bley and Plant People. The footage in the second video comes from Antarctic research station surveillance cameras

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-31050936368253178662011-12-15T21:22:00.001-05:002012-01-24T01:04:07.012-05:00

From 2004 to 2007, a band called Turkey Fister existed in Kalamazoo, Michigan. We played Halloween-Flavored Hippie Metal Salsa Alien Disco Jam music that got a little less scatterbrained and a little more fantastic every year. We were an ear-violating floor-shaking freak party. Many of the people who supported Turkey Fister and attended the shows are family to us. The recording below was

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-31378882451013696452011-11-17T12:57:00.008-05:002011-11-17T13:44:20.548-05:00

Many people make the mistake of getting too specific with the wrong audience. We do this when we argue over topics like the Occupy Wall Street movement. Having correct, focused information to back up your opinion is always important. However, if you've witnessed an argument on this subject, opposing facts bouncing impotently off of each other, you know it often leads nowhere. So please allow me

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The Seamstress Lauren and I first met almost a decade ago. The dreamcoat was still somewhat innocent - practically brand new and lined with blinding gold fabric. So it seemed only reasonable to hire Lauren to repair it after years of sweat, rain, booze, passing out on dirty stairs at parties, standing calf-deep in mud, getting caught on stuff, two Bonnaroos, and many subsequent washings. Now it

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This is an honest account of the effect Samantha Popkey had on my life, and a remembrance of her on the date of her death, ten years later. I remember the very first time I saw Sam. Her sister and I were 15 and had just come back to their house after skateboarding. She was a year behind us in school, not yet attending high school with us. I was a smart kid, but being adolescent as well, I

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-28660260149556710042011-03-31T00:55:00.009-04:002012-01-24T13:37:47.346-05:00

It was still dark outside the first time I ever crossed into Louisiana on I-55 South, heading towards the interchange with I-10, which would drop me in the heart of New Orleans just after sunrise. I'd never been there before, didn't know anyone. Had no idea where I'd work or sleep. It's six years later, and I'm cruising that same highway again, this time in broad daylight. I'm realizing how

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-43976932463263621002011-03-11T01:31:00.001-05:002011-03-12T02:06:58.717-05:00

Sometimes the bright side isn't so obvious, like the other side of the hill, or the half-an-earth where  it's always day. It can be smaller.  I hope that if you, like me, went outside tonight and looked at the sky, even if you only saw one star in a blanket of blackness, you held onto that light - in the same way you and I are hanging onto the sliver of positivity in our disbelief and in our 

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-31126989909237761762011-03-01T14:35:00.000-05:002011-03-01T14:35:28.001-05:00

This year I entered NPR's sixth annual Three Minute Fiction contest. The goal was to write 600 words or less, thus creating a piece which is readable in about three minutes. Guidelines specific to this year's contest stipulated that, in your story, one character must cry, and one must tell a joke. My submission did not win, so I'd like to share it with you here. Crowning Towns Two friends came

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-66908986611311829082011-01-03T19:43:00.009-05:002011-02-07T19:13:01.141-05:00

Dear Roomate, Here I have captured your cat's true personality.

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-74426759010391289772010-12-04T17:13:00.005-05:002011-02-08T11:30:54.774-05:00

A personal taste of the annual party at Bell's Eccentric Cafe in Kalamazoo. Me, some loved ones, some special friends, weird food, dancing, beers, and not so much costumery as senility. See the photos separately here.

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-62225055905596327282010-12-02T23:52:00.011-05:002011-02-07T19:18:31.449-05:00

A touchable copy of West Michigan Noise! can be found at various businesses around southwest Michigan, but it is also available instantly online. My interview is on page 21. We're sorry, your browser doesn't support IFrames. You can still <a href="http://www.yudu.com/item/details/253716/West-Michigan-NOISE--Magazine---Issue-4">visit

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Happy Slaughtering.love, Uzi Café

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-9118642790496714532010-08-12T23:04:00.016-04:002011-02-07T19:22:30.599-05:00

From this.. ..to this Click here for a closer look at the entire creation process. This will be the 3rd year Chrysalis Didgeridoos has donated a beautiful hand-crafted didge to 4oneworld for their annual auction fundraiser. 4oneworld is a charity managed in part by our wonderful friend Liz. She and other members of the board most recently traveled in March to Uganda, where they interacted

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-91335731860783733292010-07-10T12:35:00.009-04:002011-02-07T19:23:21.622-05:00

..A few of my personal comments, which recent U.S. news stories so readily inspire. Should be fun, I'm feeling more saucy and contrary than usual. Did you see any of the videos of that cop shooting a man on the BART in Oakland, CA on 1.1.2009? I've watched it from a few angles, and as far as resisting arrest goes, it was mild. The victim was on his stomach, pinned down, then shot in the back. In

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The work week's been long, so I'm spending some time with a friend. She isn't my baby, but the other day we stopped to notice that we had the same eyes; snowfall aglow, just at the end of morning's magic hour, wearing a thin, even remainder of soot from nearby cabins. This tiny person is simply beautiful and I am reassured by the idea that - holding her on a Friday night in front of the TV - I am

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Before that final all-nighter, fresh over the Canadian border in someplace Minnesota, mosquito-thick air receives my rendition of "The Star-Spangled Banner" which is both bellowing and sweet. I sing the last note and laugh my ass off. Heading to the East was the obvious choice for weeks before now, so this performance feels neither primal nor immature. No, this was a pleasant spontaneity, a

Uzi Cafénoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2807894387508150889.post-7018907353865042912009-04-22T20:03:00.034-04:002011-02-07T19:29:30.613-05:00

I love my home planet Earth. The issue I take with Earth Day is that after more than 30 years as a globally acknowledged event - following the lead of MLK Day and Memorial Day which appear to be lost on young generations - it hasn't garnered enough respect even as a concept. Too many people still think this is a joke. Before blaming the public for all of this, I absolutely blame the government.

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