I need a lot of electrical tape. Why? Its art, don’t worry about it.
I need a change.
2013’s first quarter has been laden with disappointments. A part of me feels like I’m setting goals without really thinking through their attainability, another is getting swept up in discouragement, to the point that I’m questioning if I’m even in the right wheelhouse, and still another is trying very hard to remain dedicated to what I’m trying to accomplish. As...
Reunion show: how does one revisit the past - especially a past that seems like ancient history - and make it feel relevant? Is that even possible? A lot has changed since 2009, our last show. 3/4 of the band isn’t straight edge anymore, one of us doesn’t live here now, we all have different foci, different relationships, different tastes. Is it right to play the songs the same way we...
The reality is that so-called pro-life movement is not about saving babies. It’s...– “How I Lost Faith in the Pro-Life Movement” by Libby Anne (via albinwonderland)
Started making music again. Finally. Forgot how exciting it can be. And its a solo electronic project, which I’ve wanted to do for years. Already hatching plans for a release.
You don’t know anyone at the party, so you don’t want to go. You don’t like...– Julien Smith (via elbows)
I often find myself saying “I just don’t know anymore.”
the door might be closed but it’s never locked.
punk presents a big dichotomy: the more idealistic among us pay a lot of lip service to the idea of it being open to anyone, that anyone can do it, that there’s nothing separating the audience and the performers, while those with some age under their studded belt are often more insular, guarded and as a result, accused of being pretentious, sometimes rightfully so. it’s not hard to...
HOT SHIT, I BUILT A WEB SITE.
http://www.thatmonster.com This is a very quick, down n dirty, four hour blast of learning it as I go, but fuck it: I’ll take it, promote it, and sell my shit on it. Spread it like crabs, motherfuckers!
One of those nights when I have too much to say.
yesterday, about 7:40pm.
I left the theater, checked my phone. Two missed calls, two new messages - both saying, “there’s bad news out of Kentucky, call me.” It’s never the most obvious tragedy when you get a call like that. The word came down a month or so ago that my father has lung cancer, and too weak a heart to survive any operation. We’ve all been expecting the worst. But, my cousin...
Lately: -saw Refused and OFF! a few nights ago. OFF! were really pretty boring, but Refused were stellar, and totally worth the $30. It was a giant rock show, but that’s really how it should have been - if “New Noise” was about anything, it was about expanding the appeal of punk to include many times more people than can pack out a basement in Virginia. The crowd chanting...
New studio design coming. I’m actually taking some time with this one. Color schemes getting worked out, thinking about ways to build a bookshelf out recycled wooden pallets, scale mock-ups. Two white walls - bright white. I cannot wait.
it is also worth noting
there is a wealth of terrible poetry published on the internet
june 18th 2012 8:36 pm a lightbulb in a cave...
Commit it. Commit to it. Leave it on the floor, in yr mother’s bed She’ll be home from work soon And she’ll change it’s bandages And you’ll call the cops And it will raise it’s voice And no one will prove their point Commit it. Commit to it. Years will pass You’ll grow up without it You’ll develop a strength it never did You’ll...
all things move toward their end, all things more toward their end, of that you can be sure. (Nick Cave, “Song of Joy”) I don’t know that change is any easier or harder than it was when I was younger, but it feels more like it matters now, like I don’t have much choice - get it right, or seriously fucking don’t. Having goals besides “tour the country”...
making abstract art about sex can be really liberating in some regards, and very confusing in others. you start throwing colors on the canvas, with the idea of reflecting specific ideas in non-objective ways, and you start to see patterns emerge. fantasies unfurl and you get wrapped up in them, and soon the image introduces itself to you, and you realize that there are things in it you’ve...
I’ve never wanted to not live in Alabama as badly as I do right now.
Just rolled on over to yourscenesucks.com. It’s pretty hilarious to look at it now, becuz I’d say at least half of those trends are as dead as they can be. In that none of them are asshats playing ukeleles. God, I hate ukeleles.
figuring out what people respond to is easy if you’re out to shock. figuring out what people want to take home with them is much harder.
My first legit gallery show in Birmingham is tomorrow night. I haven’t yet exhibited here in a gallery that is just a gallery, full-time. I’m oddly not nervous - yet - but I am really excited to see what ends up happening. I’ve already given myself a haircut in preparation. The timing kinda sucks, becuz UAB’s BFA show part 2 is the same night, as is Justin Butts’ show...
I have a few paintings in an opening at Art Folk Gallery, here in Birmingham, on Friday. If you’re nearby, I’d love to see yr face. It’s from 5-9, but I won’t get there until about 6, probably. UAB’s BFA show part deux is also that night, and I got a few horses in that race. It should be noted that my condominium (becuz that’s what I live in - a condominium)...
Being a functioning artist takes up a lot of time. I have a few pieces going up in a show opening on Friday, May 4th, at Art Folk, here in Birmingham. Two of those pieces were shown in NYC a month ago, the other two have been on display at Forest Perk for a few weeks. So now, I need to churn out a few paintings to replace the ones at Forest Perk, and make sure the others are still in good shape,...
as above, so below.
Hammered. Four beers, and hammmmmmmered.
rumble above rumble and churn like a current overhead, but not drowning just wet.
I keep feeling like I should write (long story), but tonight all I can do is paint. Guitar felt foreign in my hands. Tried writing words a little while ago, and got some OK stuff, but nothing I was really excited about. Oddly enough, I was really sick of painting a few days ago. This summer could prove auspicious, if I can focus. I’ve got no classes set up until late August, and even...
I should be in bed. I haven’t used this space in forever to write. Truth is, I’m writing in my sketchbook a lot more these days. Plans. Listen to Unwound. It’s like Philip Glass, but without the environment having to go to shit.