Sunday, September 21, 2008

Virgins, Black Kids...

Not a social commentary!

Friday night met with local heroes, Black Kids, and their openers The Virgins. The Sun Bears also played, but I wasn't as excited by their set. Clearly, they have some creative juices, but it wasn't my thing.

The Virgins
, whose full frontal t-shirt was something I could never wear anywhere, were all 1978, feeling like Blondie sans Debbie Harry, Joe Jackson, Elvis Costello, and Jim Carroll. They had great energy, super self-aware hipness, and a front-man who looked cool only because he would have looked geeky anywhere other than on stage. Suddenly, perched above hundreds of young adults, sweating profusely, he wasn't geeky, so much as a fledgling rock idol, twitching perfectly through his vocals. The band was tight, the set was fun. I would absolutely have paid to see this band as the headliner. I love it when that happens.

As the stage was being set up for Black Kids, the sound guy (?, roadie? I dunno) explained in no uncertain terms that the show would end if someone set their drink cup on his stage, and that everyone would know that you were responsible for ending the show. He was very entertaining, if a bit repetitive. As the Kids took the stage, the energy level of Freebird (the club) shot up. They flew into their first song, Look At Me (When I Rock Wichoo), the vocals a bit drowned out, but it didn't matter. The band threw themselves into their songs, creating perma-grins on the faces of the people in the audience. The set was shortish, the band is on their first album, with a cover of the Magnetic Fields' Strange Powers (original here) in the middle, and
I'm Not Gonna Teach Your Boyfriend How to Dance With You finishing it up. They returned to the stage for two more songs, ending the night with Hurricane Jane. The band's banter was charming, with Reggie Youngblood doing most of the talking, calling out to Duval County, and saying how good it was to be back home.


Friday, September 19, 2008

Too many words...

Gentle Reader,

So here are some pictures. I blacked out MOST of each picture, but these are 3 paintings from my next show.
It's funny, I really like the letterboxing...I almost wouldn't mind if this was the whole painting!




Tuesday, September 16, 2008

The Urge to Make and Grow

I'm being re-struck by the urge to make things and to grow. I'm not always sure what to make, or in what ways I need to be growing, but the urge is there.

I have some thoughts on this, though. Clearly, I would like to spend time working on more painting. Even though I'm not always pushing myself to paint and draw, when I do complete a set of work, I feel so incredibly satisfied. I'm thinking of designing some posters to put on phone poles in town, I'm thinking of green graffiti. I'm really just not sure where I want to funnel this desire. One thought is that maybe I should just schedule time out, and refuse to do anything but create. I'm not sure I'm that type of person, though.
As far as growth, I'm seeing the urge manifest itself in three directions.
At work, I'm constantly thinking of things I can do to make the experience more about the students' desires, and less about mine. I'm aiming at creating projects that come from THEIR hearts. They always seem to enjoy MY projects, but it might be nice to be a conduit to their dreams, huh?
I'm also feeling like I'd like to be the type of person who actually takes care of the things around himself. What's it been, 3 weeks? Maybe it's time to clean up the branches from Tropical Storm Fay! Also: I have TOO MANY things. Ideally, it'd be nice to sell everything off, but these are things that I'm not sure would make much money. Is it time for a neighborhood sidewalk sale? Or do I want to start leaving gifts for the neighborhood outside, Freecycle style?
Lastly, I've been talking for a couple of years about taking a yoga class. It's just 88 bux for the beginner's class at the local place...I'm going after work to sign up.



I'm a person with ideas, and I don't always rock on the follow through, but these are things that are really pulling at my heart right now.

Saturday, September 13, 2008

I want to post,

but at the moment, I don't have anything that I want to say to the world.

So....here is a mighty old picture that I drew. I like it. And then: you could check out one of my new favorite podcasts: You Look Nice Today.

Sunday, September 7, 2008

Mission, refined:

I spend entirely too much time thinking about my place in the world. Is this annoying navel gazing? I don't know, but occasionally, I try to devine my philosophy or mission in life from things I believe.

I must be clear on this, my mission does not exclude the fact that, like most humans, I can be a raging hypocrite. I'm a vegetarian, I barely eat dairy, and yet I still buy leather shoes and belts. Terrrrrible. Nonetheless, never being perfect doesn't preclude you from trying. I know that I take stands against moralism. This is only because loudly declaring moralism seems to be a sign of majorly screwing up. Hoisted by one's own petard!

I was going to give examples to people in the news who make my point very well, but I don't want to sully this post with their names. Even so, you can find examples here, here, here, here, here, and most recently, here. Okay, that last one was more of an example of why something doesn't work. but oh well.

So, after really thinking about it for ten minutes or so, I have decided that I have a mission in life. It's bolstered by Joey Ramone, who, dying of cancer, covered "What a Wonderful World" on his album Don't Worry About Me. And it is:

This world is ugly, mean, and hurtful. It is a dangerous and deceitful place. We are all complicit in awful things, and we don't always have control over our participation in them. There are many things that we are powerless to solve, that, given too much attention, will break our hearts. So what to do?

I believe that, every day, one must strive to increase the amount of love, beauty, and laughter in this world.

Now, I must be clear here. When I say love, I mean all kinds. From kind words up to the love of a parent or spouse, it's all good. When I say beauty, it's up to you...is it creating art? Harmony? Peace? All are beautiful. But spread it, baby. Spread the beauty. And laughter...that's the tricky one. I think it's key, lest the laughter negate the love, that it's positive laughter. I mean, sure, there are times that we laugh at people, that's not the kind I'm looking at being helpful.

I don't know, now that I've put it in writing, I may fall down on my mission. But then again, I can always get back up.



Un peu tardie...

I had intended to have frames painted by last Monday. I did get a start, but was cowed by mosquitoes. La di da. So here I am, September 7, and I've only just now gotten paint on every frame. I've got six new pieces. They aren't quite ready for the world, but they're almost there. And placement update: because Nancy doesn't have as many paintings as she would like, Simple G is gonna have a dual show next month. Hooray! Here's to a sellout October: May the monster paintings sell, and may all the pretty girls sell. It would be a wonderful addition to the fall.

In other news: Our country annoys me sometimes. How does McCain even still have a foot in this game? Horrifying.