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Overbrook Psychiatric Hospital

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on March 25, 2015 by jimcolemanmusic

One day while taking a ike ride with my daughter I looked up and saw what turned out to be Overbrook Hospital (aka Essex County Psychiatric Hospital). We found a way in, but I had to come back on my own as she wasn’t so keen on exploring. Here is a video of one walk down the halls. Music is from my eurorack modular setup…

what’s going on

Posted in Cop Shoot Cop, jim coleman with tags , , , on September 17, 2014 by jimcolemanmusic

So it has been quite a while since I have posted anything on here. I’ve just had other priorities: changing the cat litter, working, doing some remixes, working on my new album, kayaking, meditating, getting pissed off at our government, religion and large behemoth corporations.

My album is going great, sounding really good. Exciting. I had planned on finishing it by end of summer, but it’s gotten delayed. If you want to have a listen to a rough:

In the meantime, I have been producing a record by Eleanor Bostwick, also very exciting. Here’s a sample of her stuff:

And I’ve been printing some bumper stickers just to piss off the religious right:




If you are interested in any of these, let me know, and I’ll get them to you.

In other news, apparently Cop Shoot Cop is scheduled to play in the nation’s capital (that would be Washington DC) on October 23rd. Thanks to Chris X for flagging it for me. Guess we better start rehearsing. Kidding, I don’t think any of us know about this, plus I’ll be working in Las Vegas at that time.

Cop Shoot Cop: Seattle Video

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , on October 12, 2013 by jimcolemanmusic

Freed from the vaults. An old video for “Seattle”, from Ask Questions Later (Cop Shoot Cop). I didn’t even know this existed! Enjoy. I promise I will write more words soon.


Posted in Cop Shoot Cop, personal histories, photos, Phylr with tags , , , , on April 4, 2013 by jimcolemanmusic

I was just going through a bunch of scans I did a while back and have run in to a number of various pictures which conjure memories:

philmore hallThis is Philmore Hall. He was my first french horn teacher, when I was just a wee lad. In my later years of grade school, and through Junior High School, I played in his jazz band. We would tour around various schools and also play  assorted events around the area. Even made it on TV. He was an early teacher of Dizzy Gillespie, until Dizzy started teaching the teacher. But every time Dizzy came through town (DC), we would go out to see him, and hang out a bit with him after the show. Philmore drove an old Chrysler Newport I think, or it might have been a Dodge Polara.

jim horn

And this here is me playing horn around that time. I still play a bit, but it’s rough. I use it in my recordings, but usually need to massage it a bit in Logic. That’s what happens when you don’t practice every day.

sculpture contact

This here is a contact sheet of several photos of the first sculpture I ever made. Well, maybe not the first. I remember making clay figures when I was in first grade. But this was the first “sculpture” I did, with focus and intention. It was actually a collaboration with someone whose name I forget.

locker in the earth

And these drawings were studies for the first performance I ever did. In the drawings, a full length locker is buried in the ground, with the front door facing up. I was going to lie in the locker. In the end, the performance ended up a bit different. It took place in a lounge that was actually in the building that we see in the background of the drawing. I had 2 lockers, lying down on the floor, evenly spaced in the center of the room. There was a table with linen and a chair by the window. The performance went from 9 Am to 5 PM. In one locker was a nude disembodied female mannequin. I lay in the other, in a three piece suit. at noon, I got out of the locker, went and sat at the window. A waitress came and served me a double martini. At one, I went back in the locker until 5 PM.

People got really pissed off. I don’t know why. They were trying to goad me in to responding to them, which I wouldn’t do. They opened the locker, yelled at me, kicked the locker by my head. And some of these people were friends. From 9 AM it took me a while to relax in to it. By around 10:30 I started getting in to the zen of it, it felt good. After the martini, it felt even better. Until about 3 PM, when I really needed to piss. This discomfort increased exponentially until 5 PM.

cop on cop

I have several photos from the days of Cop Shoot Cop. I’ll just put them up here with minimal comments.

This first one I always liked: lounging on the totaled cop car.

CSC coney

And out in Coney. This old parachute jump has always been one of my favorite pieces of NYC architecture. I wish I had been around at the turn of the previous century, so I could have seen the old Elephant hotel out there.


Natz, Phil and I soak up the local culture in Belgium.

Tour bus

This was our beloved low budget tour bus. Always loved this thing, despite it blowing out over 3 transmissions. I would live in it from time to time in Brooklyn. It had a pretty comfortable bed in the back.

csc option 1

From Option Magazine. I was in kind of rough shape at this time. I couldn’t make it to the photo shoot with the rest of the band, so I ended up doing a separate pick up shot.

cripple passport photo

And my passport from around that time.


I have more picture with more stories and experiences, so more to come…

confession number one

Posted in Uncategorized with tags , , , , on March 26, 2013 by jimcolemanmusic

A non verbal confession of sorts, though this video also dabbles in questions, perception and the depths of hope.

Unresolved church issues

Posted in jim coleman, personal histories, religion with tags , , , on March 4, 2013 by jimcolemanmusic

TelevangelistI’ve always had this weird love/hate thing with churches. Having always disliked organized religions, churches have rubbed me the wrong way. Why is it that people can go around building these huge imposing buildings whose sole purpose is giving people a place to worship? I know, there is also the purpose of building god fearing communities, but let’s put that aside for now. Being a democracy, I should be able to build huge temples to Satan if I worshiped him (or her, as the case may be). But somehow, I don’t think that would be so easy to do. Christ, there was a huge uproar when there was talk of erecting a Mosque near the old World Trade Center location. People just get so narrow minded and fearful.

But sometimes I just love walking in to and sitting in a church for an extended period of time. Okay, I don’t believe in “God”, but holy shit, my mind becomes still and peaceful when I do this. I can meditate much easier. I become quiet. It’s nice.

Once when I was a kid I took a shit in a church. I was pissed off at this whole “God” thing that was being pushed at me. This may have been soon after a friend of mine died in a car crash. The first death that I had to deal with. I remember trying to make sense of this loss. I tried¬† a few things, including reading the bible. But nothing made this make sense. Now, I’m older. I wouldn’t say death makes sense, but I understand, or at least accept the cycle of birth – life – death. Kind of like a spin cycle in a laundry. But back then I was pissed. I wanted to take a shit on your organized religion, I wanted to shit on your God. Unfortunately, when I look back at it now, I realize the only thing I shat on was the poor custodian who had to clean it up. 20/20 hindsight. I don’t know your name, but I’m sorry.

Later in life, I went through a period where I liked to make out and have sex in churches. Obviously, still some unresolved issues here. And maybe a bit immature. But it was fun. And years after this, I had a period of bridge sex, which may be another entry on another day. I wonder if anyone has ever done a study on site specific sex? Anyway, not much to report on this except it was fun.

At some point in my 20’s, I was doing sound recording for a film in Texas. After the days of shooting were over, I hitchhiked out to the west coast, with a plan to go down in to Baja, Mexico. I landed first in LA. I had read some travel guide that specialized in low cost travel tips, and had highlighted a particular hotel in LA. I can’t recall the name of it. When I got there, the front desk gave me a price that was about three times the price that was listed. I argued with them, and got the price down a bit. Not as far as I wanted, but I was really tired so I just settled for it.

When I got upstairs, I turned on the TV, and the default station was some televangelist prayer ministry. At some point, they had an exterior shot, and I realized I was looking at the hotel I was now in. I looked around the room and quickly saw some other telltale signs. Fuck. I was in some kind of Ministry Hotel. Definitely had the shiver run down my back, the feeling like was in the center of the hive. Somehow, quickly, I had to claim this space as mine. I didn’t have much to work with, but I did what I could: beat off and smoke a joint. Then I walked out of that hotel till late at night, just walking the streets of LA (not much fun). I came back just to sleep. and was so glad to leave there the next day. On to Baja!


Silent Scream

Posted in jim coleman, personal histories, Phylr with tags , , , on August 24, 2012 by jimcolemanmusic

I remember once reading the instructions on an airplane for what to do if the plane is going down. I frequently us the analogy of getting my oxygen mask in place before you help someone else. That’s just common sense I think. How can I save you if I can’t breathe? But the direction given after getting your oxygen mask on, and after placing your head between your knees, was “5 seconds of silent scream”. More practical real world advice. Relieves stress, gets your ya ya’s out, and it doesn’t freak out other people around you.