Sunday, July 31, 2005
Friday, July 29, 2005
Jesse Wiedel just sent me the original 45. Behold the beauty! In 1980(ish) Warm Leatherette twitched it's way over the WFMU airwaves and caused havoc in my little orange bedroom in the suburbs of NYC, rearranging my untainted brain. Jesse you are a blessed being, thanks!
Wednesday, July 27, 2005
Ketchup Mustard War
This is one of the unfinished paintings in my studio (which was LITERALLY a broiling thousand degrees today) that is crushing my soul. There are many hot dogs and sausages on the ground at the bottom of the painting and a lot of messy red and yellow paint splattered around causing havoc... I'm ok with it for the most part excepting the FRIGGEN face and hands of the referee, my goddess, why is it skin so oppressive?
Tuesday, July 26, 2005
Monday, July 25, 2005
Back from Cape Cod
Tuesday, July 19, 2005
Elk Guy on the Moon
Mrs. Cub and I are off to the Cape. We'll be cold-chillin with my peeps on an island off Welfleet called Ragged Clam Isle. I would like to bring the computer but Mrs.Cub says no and is being a real hard ass about it. Back next week.
Monday, July 18, 2005
clone vocalists have been flown into Iraq to act as intern goverment workers. Some say this is yet another significant misstep in the administration's strategy, others like myself applaude this idea. A Blog Called Nowhere acknowledges the obvious drawbacks and the possible complications that roving gangs of competing Boy Bands may present, but as Ron Weasley of the Bert Bennys put it, "No one can keep the peace like these guys can"
Friday, July 15, 2005
John & Beverley Martyn
The Trip by Saint Etienne on Family Recordings UK. Bands like the Sandpipers, The Poppy Family, Mandy More, obscure 60's psychadelic music, Saint Etienne pick 2 CD's worth of choice nuggets. Part two is so genius I think my head is going to explode.
I thought I'd take a stab at a lil' art show. I wish my pictures were bigger...
Wednesday, July 13, 2005
Tuva is promoting tourism, can I get involved? Against the rugged landscape of western Siberia, the woeful and meaninless sounds of throat singing fills the Tuvan market place and sinks in your mind as a keg of alcoholic cheese drink slipping into a vat of blood burgers might. Reindeers have political control of this isolated republic and enforce strong and oppressive measures against the population however they do have Stevie Nicks stamps, HELLO?!?! You can take a horse trip like these adventurous blokes. Tuva, who knew...va! .
Tuesday, July 12, 2005
Segway+Lesbians= International Coffees Moment
"sporty woman" love Segways, period. Stanya and Harriet and baby Lenny joined me in Chelsea today for a quick look around the galleries. Harry rates all art between 1 and 1000. Most of what we saw landed firmly in the 300-400 range. However we all agreed the show at Feigen has many choice nuggets, and there was a brilliant photo at Monica Rowe by a couple of girls whos names I forgot, also we enjoyed Mike Kelly's stuff at Metro, oh yeah, also there is a sculpture in the back room of Pretzel I quite liked, a giant peice of green foam with gashes that have bricks stuck into them (not unlike this)... reminding me of the early days of my romance with Mrs.Cub.
Monday, July 11, 2005
Oi! Pete get it sorted!
Saturday, July 09, 2005
Jesus H. Christ
You with me on this? Where exactly are we?
Barbara Ess (who is being molested by wild turkeys as we "speak") Polly Alpfelbaum and the unreasonably tallented painter, Susanne Mcclelland also be cold chill'n in E-ville. Meanwhile the tedium of hot concrete, metal, tar, bloated wankers filling up new hotels -which are popping up all over the LES like 18 story glass and steel warts, and partying like its nineteen ninety-fricken-nine, also doing this in the apartment directy below me until 5:00AM is more then I can bare. I will be spending the remainder of the summer here. I'll have my cell phone with but please don't call unless it's truely necessary.
Friday, July 08, 2005
Do Me Bad Things
The Ordinary Boys
9 Black Alps
Every week you gentle readers send me giant sacks of mail asking why I've stopped reviewing live shows lately. It's partly because the bands I like are in England doing all the big festivals, party cause I've got hearing loss and the ear doctor says ixnay the loud musicay.
9 Black Alps are playing the Coney Island Siren Fest on the 16th at 1:30 plus other good bands, it's outside so it wont be as loud so I'm thinking I'll be there. Also it's free.
-Thanks for the new shipment Keith
Wednesday, July 06, 2005
We teased our Hair into Giant Afros
all the muscles are stuck in a prone position, yet was able to drag body of pain uptown to the Whitney to discuss supposed book project with the the Lords of The Book. Fully exfoliated in vat of boiling Lysol and dressed in germ free gloves, I was allowed to look at books by the likes of Robert Gober, Kiki Smith and God. Very nice, very smart books in all shapes and sizes with all manors of printing and no expense spared. I must to look at more artist books. It is a strange and rareified crevasse of the art world, and you know how I feel about cavasses.
Tom Cruise'n for a bruise n'
Father of the Corn is part of a group of Psychiatrists who have an on line disscussion group. Heres a note he forwarded from one of his chat buddies about Tom Cruise. I couldn't really care less about T.C. but take much pleasure in watching him act like a jackass as he's been doing a lot lately.
I believe this is in the realm of psychopharm. Does no one else think that Tom Cruise has become grossly hypomanic? I have been following this for a couple of weeks, because of all the talk of personality change. He has become very extroveted, perhaps hypersexual, somewhat irritable at times, his judgment seems worse, of late, but his conviction in his ideas is very high, he is more hyperactive and impulsive and his friends same he is like a different person.
What fascinating is how all his celeb friends and the Entertainment commentators say, oh that what love does, and no one seems to think it is an unnatural change. I have, teenage kids at home, so I get to see these things on TV. He was on a show that Barbara Walters has with three other women, "View" or something, and he leapt **over** the sofa three or four times. It reminds me of a teenage family friend helping my wife in her studio on a ladder. We knew he had bad ADHD, but when he casually jumped off the fifth rung of the ladder, it was just inappropriate enough to register something puzzling to me, and a week later he was hospitalized for florid mania.
This I think is the more interesting story here, and because of it, I don't think that Tom is making converts to his position, because he gets to hyper to be believable when he starts discussing it.
I cannot remember any other time we have been able to watch someone get manic (although I think he is probably BiPolar II). I think if it is true, and eventually is obvious and revealed, it will be good psychoeducation for the public who are loath to label thinks psychiatric unless, unfortunately there is violence. The lesson here to me is that for Katey Holmes, sure, he is fun because he is high, but falling in love with someone actively manic can do exactly what is happening to her, where she is just giving up her career and her opinions, and mind, to his beliefs. But so many of my seriously depressed famale patients come in a say that their husbands and occasionally family of origin are trying to get them off meds, because it is lack of will power, laziness, everyone gets depressed or some other common idea which is unexamined rubbish. Because it can't be psychiatric, and if a doctor says it, he is just part of the medical industrial complex.
Saturday, July 02, 2005
I will awake on Tuesday
I will have dreams, some to be pleasing, others bloodcurdling.