sorrysorrysorry

I know, no posts. I'll get on it. KJP is in PRG, and all is well. Much love to my cats and kittens, and I'll get back with y'all ASAP.

One Day Away

It's official. KJP will be here in 24 hours, or less! No time to post. Things to do.
Here's a painting that I'm probably, at least, halfway done with doing... It's a Shark-In-The-Boat.

Memorial Barbecue

Dolphy died in '64 on a day last week. I didn't realise it until I stumbled across a painting that Bill Cosby has hanging in his house. I had seen it years ago in a documentary on DOlphy and his last days. I view him as among the first of the breed of educated Jazz musicians. He wasn't a juke joint boogie type, and seemed to avoid the whole Thelonius NYC heroin wave. He walked a straight line into musical freedom. Listening to his Five SPot recordings, I am reminded that he figured out what it took free jazz years to learn: 8 people onstage blowing their guts out is actually very limiting. Ornette got hung up on Harmolodics. He did so much, then, next thing you know, Jamaladeen Tacuma is laying down instantly dated Pastorian Bass tone over cheese-ass Jerry Garcia guitar riffs. Ayler had this heartbreaking darkness to expunge. He hammered a stage full of noisy out honkers into sub/pre-primal gospel dirges, sturdy enough to bear the heartbreak. So many others... Sun Ra, Trane(grab these interviews), any of the Europeans, but Dolphy always felt like he was stretching. This has all been written about by betters: I was just thinking about Eric Dolphy, is all.
I just wish that I could find his recordings of Varese...



I know a nerd or two in Michigan that would love to diddle a Samchillian. I saw one of these played with the Yohimbe Brothers. Vernon Reid had the line of the night. "Look at that white boy... typin' his ass off!"



Let's get the musical stuff of this morning out. I know it's a little Windham Hill to admit it, but Harp Guitars are so cool.



Let's get artsy fartsy for a sec. I remember seeing this old guy in Staromestska Square. It was still cold then, and he was wearing a top hat while playing along to a dinged up micro-boombox. The song? Brazil. I'm thinking about Peru...



I've been thinking about doing some alternative photographic processe. Peepe these badass ambrotypes.



WHat to say about the graphical representation of mathematical functions in spatial fields of motion? I like the colours.



I Towards a Philosophy of Photography, Barthes writes about the posture one assumes when they are posing for a picture. I bet he would think this is as funny as I do...



OK, OK, I know what you're thinking... It's been twenty minutes, and no songs about food. Howzabout you chew on the coolest bike.



Or, play this...



Here's a painting I did the other day...

Pregnant Sleep (grappling with Freud)

The last few nights have been full to the brim with a motley mishmash of strange dreaming. Granted, the Train Station Morlocks (I know, so UN-PC) at Hlavni Nadrazi and Masarykovo Nadrazi are enough to bring up Bosch from the cellar.





Just the other morning, I was a barkeep in a Gaiman Tavern. A hundred gladiators hustled through the entryway and past me. They insisted that they were on their way to phase three... "What's phase three?" Even in dreams, I can't keep my trap shut. Phase three, you see, involves chopping down the forest. KJP called me in the middle of that one, thankfully.



Jayne Mansfield died today in '67. I always think of that scene from the movie Crash (the cool Cronenberg one... SPADER!) where they recreate her tragic accident. Oh! The little dog! ProtoMansfieldians and subsequent clonage...

















In my opinion, none of these ladies hold a candle to the inimitable Louise Brooks.



She, herself, only pales in comparison to the beautiful Ms. KJP.



I will not have to miss my Lady, but for a few short days more. KJP will be living in Prague in less than a week! I'm just thrilled. No more late-night mope fests for the Kid.

rrr... I was going to post on Devo 2.0 (Devo in a joint venture with Disney?) I couldn't bring myself to do it. I wonder if they will play sloppy. Listen to sound effects instead.



Nothing says summer to me like Mormons in wet culottes...



USB Recordable Turntable, for people that listen to records...



For some reason, I don't think that Borat will play in the CR. I'll take a train to London to see it, if I have to do so.

Kde je moje divka?

KJP will be here in no time.



My online time has become more than a little scattershot. Let's see what floats to the top this morning... Let's start with a heapin' helpin' of Brazilian music videos. I stumbled across this page looking for Os Mutantes stuff, what with their big documentary coming out...


Where from there? Cool pics.



Play the Pianola. It can get annoying fast, so, restrain yourself.



I wish I had more Bruce McCulloch. I was singing Eraserhead the other day when I realized that I missed his stuff.



Have you seen the video for Mojo by Peeping Tom yet? KJP and I are going to try to see them in Belgium. I cannot wait. It's got DeVito innit.
My Dad would always sing this song when I was little.



I can't help but smirk as I write this... Badass Watermelon Carving.



Detroit Rock City. I hear that my wearing of Tigers Apparel is longer to be construed as ironic. Truth be told, it never was.