there is a ghost in my painting studio...

I live above my landlord in an old building he bought right after the war. As in World War 2. He's 94 and his name is Ed. He flew a plane and fought Nazis.

He has lost 2 wives and a daughter in this house. I know it may not be them or really don't know what is happening in my studio. But, whoever this ghost is, I've named her Henrietta. She will turn the music I play up and down while I'm painting. Sometimes really loud or really low until I can't hear it. Sometimes she doesn't mess with the music at all. Apparently she doesn't like The Jesus Lizard and she hates, and I mean HATES, Camper Van Beethoven. I had to turn it off finally because she was turning it up and down so much. She likes Spiritualized and Super Furry Animals.

She's been gone for a while but today she came back, annoyed with my music and reminded me to write about it. A few months ago, I was taking pictures in my studio and as I was looking through the photos I immediately broke into an uncomfortable, gnawing sweat because I discovered an orb in one of the photos when that week Henrietta was ostensibly pissed off at me...



Top Left... I took several pictures and didn't see anything in the other ones. I had never really been an "orb believer", but this certainly was a little more evidence that there may be a ghost here. Not a mean ghost, but a mischievous one. Who clearly doesn't appreciate rock music from the 80s and 90s (respectively).

So in most situations like this, the next and obvious step to make was..... you guessed it, watch Ghostbusters clips on youtube. duh.



I love this party scene. Wish Lewis Tully was my neighbor. Actually the whole wish goes, Wish I was a cellist living in a penthouse apartment in New York City dating a fucking Ghostbuster... with Lewis Tully as my neighbor.




"...there is no Dana only Zuul..."