Dean Wareham

BLACK POSTCARDS
By Dean Wareham
Penguin Press, 324 pages, $25.95

Another slog through Europe, and Dean Wareham, respected, almost-famous singer and guitarist, is finally realizing that elusive rock ’n’ roll fantasy. An Andalusian beauty with a “fantastic chest” is making eyes at him through the whole show. Afterward, she takes him home. She’s a flight attendant, and rather than slip into something more comfortable, she actually dons her uniform for the night’s proceedings. His conscience goes missing as they cavort until dawn. His penance begins when she sings him her favorite song: “More Than Words,” by Extreme.  read more »

As a steady rain soaked the village this past weekend, Dean Wareham ambled down Avenue A, umbrella aloft, a slight bounce in his step, and watched the cabs race down the street. He wondered aloud whether his roof would spring a leak under the rain, and lamented his landlord’s decision to raise the rent by several hundred dollars a few months back. He and his wife have been thinking about moving to Brooklyn, he said, but they don’t know if the rents in Williamsburg will really save them any money. (Williamsburg is the new old East Village, right?) Plus his son lives close by, with his mother, and he likes being near them. “How are the rents where you live?” he asked.  read more »