Monday, August 31, 2009
all right all right alll riiiightt
www.fuct.com
slow-mo Cocksucker Blues clip. epitome of tour boredom/blues, well at least Keith smiles
been working 3-10 hr. days at a self-run fuckin bunny war hospital, feeding the lil dudes milk, arm cocked-up pressuring 10ml syringes, running around cleaning cages, moving rabbits, refilling supplies, medicatingmedicatingmedicating. Crop of diarrhea babes this morning, most likely my own fault, then granola upstairs couldn't breathe so i'm nebulizing in the kitchen. always work faster work harder. how can i carry the weight of 100 lives?
the heat is unbearable, the fires 0% contained. at night the hills are outlined, in the morning at the end of my driveway I see the flames
i've got ideal clients, like freaking dream clients and I can't even work 'cause these rabbits are consuming my life. don't know how much longer i can hold out.
slow-mo Cocksucker Blues clip. epitome of tour boredom/blues, well at least Keith smiles
been working 3-10 hr. days at a self-run fuckin bunny war hospital, feeding the lil dudes milk, arm cocked-up pressuring 10ml syringes, running around cleaning cages, moving rabbits, refilling supplies, medicatingmedicatingmedicating. Crop of diarrhea babes this morning, most likely my own fault, then granola upstairs couldn't breathe so i'm nebulizing in the kitchen. always work faster work harder. how can i carry the weight of 100 lives?
the heat is unbearable, the fires 0% contained. at night the hills are outlined, in the morning at the end of my driveway I see the flames
i've got ideal clients, like freaking dream clients and I can't even work 'cause these rabbits are consuming my life. don't know how much longer i can hold out.
Sunday, August 16, 2009
plum loco
Esther Pearl Watson paints UFOs being interacted with in vaguely Texan town settings and she is my favourite artist in a while. I just found her stuff 5 minutes ago.
Yesterday was my first day working for South Paradiso Leather. I can't wait until I can officially say I'm an artist for them, because it would be such an honor. I had this absolute daydream work day where it felt like meditating, listening to so much new music, in this fairytale Japanese cottage in Laurel Canyon up all these cracked stone walkways, over a little wooden bridge. It felt like a treehouse, or definitely built with gnomes in mind. Everything wooden, like a cabin, big windows, windows everywhere in the middle of this natural oasis but with this insane view of the Los Angeles metropolis. I was treated to a performance of a Victrola Credenza, one song one side, one side one needle -- a 20's dance one and a dirty Bessie Smith. I got a beef burrito from Baja Fresh and practiced painting on leather by doing belts. It's definitely a new technique and I'm a little nervous, because with whatever I do, I need to be the best.
Romulus (the mastermind creator of the South Paradiso reality) spouted some RADASS off the wall t-shirt designs into my ear for me to sketch, I wish I could share them with you because your jaw would smack through yer floorboards and you'd snort belief out of your left nostril at lightspeed, but I pinky-swore him (my highest swear) I wouldn't divulge anything. I've probably already said to much.
later lovethumbs
Yesterday was my first day working for South Paradiso Leather. I can't wait until I can officially say I'm an artist for them, because it would be such an honor. I had this absolute daydream work day where it felt like meditating, listening to so much new music, in this fairytale Japanese cottage in Laurel Canyon up all these cracked stone walkways, over a little wooden bridge. It felt like a treehouse, or definitely built with gnomes in mind. Everything wooden, like a cabin, big windows, windows everywhere in the middle of this natural oasis but with this insane view of the Los Angeles metropolis. I was treated to a performance of a Victrola Credenza, one song one side, one side one needle -- a 20's dance one and a dirty Bessie Smith. I got a beef burrito from Baja Fresh and practiced painting on leather by doing belts. It's definitely a new technique and I'm a little nervous, because with whatever I do, I need to be the best.
Romulus (the mastermind creator of the South Paradiso reality) spouted some RADASS off the wall t-shirt designs into my ear for me to sketch, I wish I could share them with you because your jaw would smack through yer floorboards and you'd snort belief out of your left nostril at lightspeed, but I pinky-swore him (my highest swear) I wouldn't divulge anything. I've probably already said to much.
later lovethumbs
Friday, August 7, 2009
Wednesday, July 29, 2009
NACHO SNAKE
Tuesday, July 28, 2009
this past week:
explanation:
1 & 2 & 3: motorcycle cowboy
4: Penelope's last night in LA, hearing the intro coming out of a car at 3:30am.
5: Tiki Ti and how we never made it there
6: visiting Aaron's apartment and listening to the entire Mr. Guitar comp of Link Wray's genius
7: not technically this past week, but riding through Griffith Park with Nattlesnakes
8: I think this was dedicated to me at Y's England/temp. goodbye party
9: what nights with Alicia are like. dancing to this in a really expensive well-designed house and smoking a hashhish blunt
10: Blue Cheer just because.
11: AC/DC is now amazing to me and I can indulge in them shamelessly and fully
12: as with Black Sabbath.
13: Also an Alicia experience. Riding north TO Big Sur and Santa Cruz, and coming back through the valley. The lyrics are an experience all themselves.
Thursday, July 23, 2009
el matador
calling on freedom and feeling it beat the air just above your hands. i guess if you catch it there's nothing to push for anymore, anyway.
re-do of album cover sketch:
gonna just do it later today. the poppies are going to morph into this type of cactus called devil's crawling cactus and within those the name will come through. the middle will be vintage cool and the outside more grounded graphic bits are going to be that 70's red orange.
Tuesday, July 21, 2009
Dash Snow
http://www.tinyvices.com/dash_snow_7
There's so much fucked-up reality, like Frank the pimp who hunted me down on Sunset. He steps out of his black boat and his arm muscles are eye-level and he has this black wife-beater, tells me don't i know chocolate goes well with vanilla. i say oh really, real flat, like wow how enlightening. he has 92 different pieces of gold jewelry on his body
it follows this pattern: heavy sexual innuendo to professing serious relationship intent to overwhelmingly vulgar to claiming he can put 10000 in my bank account by next month AND we'll have great sex.
I mean and then there is all this fucking cocaine everywhere.
I don't like Snow's photographs as much as I like Nan Goldin's, and I can't tell you why I'm attracted to this sort of imagery. It's so incredibly dark. I guess maybe it's the honesty in them; because you can't reproduce that kind of stuff in a studio. I can relate to the obsession with death that comes across in them so strongly.
HOW ARE YOU IN THAT MANY RIGHT PLACES AT THE RIGHT TIMES?
damn.
I only just learned about him 'cause he died on the 13th of this month and I visit some blogs of people that I guess were close friends with him.
There's so much fucked-up reality, like Frank the pimp who hunted me down on Sunset. He steps out of his black boat and his arm muscles are eye-level and he has this black wife-beater, tells me don't i know chocolate goes well with vanilla. i say oh really, real flat, like wow how enlightening. he has 92 different pieces of gold jewelry on his body
it follows this pattern: heavy sexual innuendo to professing serious relationship intent to overwhelmingly vulgar to claiming he can put 10000 in my bank account by next month AND we'll have great sex.
I mean and then there is all this fucking cocaine everywhere.
I don't like Snow's photographs as much as I like Nan Goldin's, and I can't tell you why I'm attracted to this sort of imagery. It's so incredibly dark. I guess maybe it's the honesty in them; because you can't reproduce that kind of stuff in a studio. I can relate to the obsession with death that comes across in them so strongly.
HOW ARE YOU IN THAT MANY RIGHT PLACES AT THE RIGHT TIMES?
damn.
I only just learned about him 'cause he died on the 13th of this month and I visit some blogs of people that I guess were close friends with him.
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