A Blog Called Nowhere

Here's whats new on my Hi-Fi this week: Dogs ------------Turn Against This land Goldfrapp------ Supernature The Rakes------ Capture/Release The Cribs------- The new Fellas WelshRareBeat (compelation by the Superfurries) Clor Sons and Daughters also New but old: The Tears---------- Hear Comes the Tears Fiery Furnaces ----BlueberryBoat Mando Diao Box Codax Clor is supersonic, undefinable, must hear music. Here's a telling interview with Clor from PlayLouder and one of the BEST VIDEOS ever (Keith had this on his blog las month). Also just saw that Sons and Daughters are playing this friday at the Mercury Lounge.

We came back last night from our latest excursion and then had to drive up to Bard this AM to consult with new Clients. Stummbling through my first class, I instructed them to refer to me as Professor Corneus Cubius or just plain Coach, and to do 15 collages and drawings for next week (on which a painting will eventually be based); and then 500 sit-ups. I am jetlagged and LITERALLY crippled from the roundtip drive to Bard, but will refresh myself by taking a 15 to 24 hour nap. Clients seem OK. Not too pushy or needy, but it's early to say.

Off to San Francisco, city of dreams, also sleep research and disorder treatment. Will be visiting with family in Stinson Beach and Sonoma, then most importantly, a massive CD buying excursion with Cap'n Boadwee at Mod Lange in Berkeley. Back next Wednesday recounting crucial life lessons I'll probably pick up on the road. Meanwhile this clip brings all good things (CATS AND ROBOTS) together. Please hold...

Check out Tom Sanfords painting of the moment after some nutter stormed the stage at a Pantera concert earlier this year, shooting and killing guitarist Dimebag Darrell (and others). I'm there, down on the right in profile, exactly where I was the night of the shooting. Tom has another new painting up at Leo Koenigs, in fact the whole crew has new works up. Also the Ketchup Mustard War is finished and has joined the show.

Keith just wrote a song called CornyGirl on his new computer program Garage Band, it's 100 percent hook! Bloody hell keith, does your talent, invasive like kudzu, know NO BOUNDS? Someday all that'll be left will be you and the cockroaches, bonding and making joyful elecrtro-pop ballads together.

Now be a good boy and find a home for your song on the web so I can link to it

Is Tracey Emin pleased with the way she is represented in the The Little Artists show at the Walker Art Gallery?
" Tracey Emin has seen their version of her knickers strewn bed, and liked it."
-BBC
However there are conflicting reports.
"Tracey loves her piece - apart from the pillows which came from a Harry Potter Lego set."
-The Gaurdian

A Blog Called Nowhere reached Ms. Emin just before she began her hunger strike protesting the inclusion of the offending pillow. "Celebrity artists constantly take this shit on the chin, but this chin is through taking shit on it"
How serious is this situation? A close friend of Ms. Emin told ABCN "Everythings a mess, she is refusing to bath, she has lost 3 stone and is perpetually hallucinating. She's been balled up in a corner for days now, occationally yelling out "huger then soup" and cursing, no one knows exactly what she means"

Meanwhile, Turner Prize-winning transvestite potter, Grayson Perry, in one of his trademark wacked-out doll outfits is pleased as punch with his toy representation.

Come closer my friends, the red lines in this reverses perspective drawing are the same size. Also in the "this can't be happening" catagory: "worst photo-shoot for a women's professional sports league ever". Prompting this reporter to ask, What is up LPGA? Can't I just live?

Last night was the second season's premiere of Little Britian. Little Britian is hil-friggin-larious, ludicrous, bizarre, the best British TV since AbFab. Oh, or The Office, that was good too.

Heres a synopsis of one of the many characters:

In the town of Darkly Noone resides Vicky Pollard, an incomprehensible girl and the nemesis of many a teacher and social worker. Often heard rambling about “this fing wot you know nuffin about”, she stubs out her fags, orders snakebite and pretty much denies ever doing anything wrong. Shes Britain’s most illiterate teenager who had a baby but “swopped it for a Westlife CD.”

BBCA Wednesday at 9:00
Also Ricky Gervais, of the Office will star in a new HBO series, "Extras," this fall

PS. I'll be going as Vicky Pollard for Holloween this year. Nevermind that, I'll just purchase meself a pink tracky and do a little image makeover involving red extentions... No probs
right. The hamburgers have arrived, I'm off

A field of webbing spans the gap between bloated stumps and slowly creeps up the digits, someday my hands will be mits. Bungling and incompetent, pinkies and thumbs are identical, minimalist and repetitive. Ten pot bellied pigs stuffed full of blood sausages and grain alcohol could paint with more grace.

We're back from the Other Place and it's time to suit up for the studio. Head gear with external brainpuffs facilitates thinking outside of The Box. Paint rags strewn about head for convenience.

Todays Movie Review:
Grizzly Man - Very very good.
The Island - Immensely entertaining sci-fi

We're off... we're flying away. We might like it where we're going and not come back. But if we return it'll be next week.
au revoir, arrivederci, adiós, auf wiedersehen...

People who use Segways seem happy, healthy and more social then I am. I stand still a lot when I am alone in my apartment, if I had a Segway I could stand still while simultaneously increase serotonin levels in my brain (being out in the fresh air and sunshine) and stimulate neuron activity as the landscape rushes by . I would cultivate friendships with other Segway voyagers and develope a community of like minded operators. It might be cultish but not like a doomsday death-cult or anything too heavy.

The missis and I spent the weekend at Suzanne Write's with the controversial and enigmatic magazine editor/publisher A.L. Steiner. Suzanne's lovely upstate farmhouse is in the bizarro town of Liberty NY where there are disproportionate numbers of Wicans present. This intrigued us so we did some investigating, we also did some productive shopping in their enchanting and unusually weird stores. Mrs Cub scored a humongous and super hansome oak desk with roll down cover for a song. I suspect it is curssed.
I'll put up some of Suzannes work in the future, she's a shit hot artist.

The lawn mower; a resplendent mode of transportation, while noiser then a Segway, it has headlights so one could (weather permitting) conceivably drive it at night.

Liberty's main drag has some top notch window shopping

Creepy dolls in all the stores

Yet another doll shop in Liberty NY

(sing to the tune of Killing Me Softly)

I baked the happiest pie ever to be baked
I baked and baked and baked
baking baking baking
bu-ak bu bu bu bu bu
bakie bake bake ba-kie
Baking a pie so slowly,
baking all the day long
bake bake bake bake bake bake bake
ooooh ooooooh oh oh oh oh oh

Maureen Angelos, Babs Davy, Dominique Dibbell, Peg Healey, and Lisa Kron make up the Five Lesbian Brothers. last night, Mrs. Cub and I joined other elite members of the media to see their new play, Oedipus at Palm Springs.
The action takes place in a lesbian desert resort run by a blind seer (played by Babs Davy to hilarious ends, no cliche about a desert hippy is left unturned). Two couples are vacationing together, Fran and Con have a kid and are expeirenceing severe Lesbian Bed Death. Their marriage is fucked. The other couple can't keep their hands off eachother. Prin, a butch with commitment problems is about to propose to Terry, a cute fem and 20 years her junior. At the core of the play are musings on the nature of relationships; bringing up the question, can you be in a normal stable healthy relationship and still have a sex life? Meanwhile, Terry is looking for her Birth mother...
A dramatic twist worthy of Douglas Sirk or uh, Sophocles, totally suprised me. Humor drains out of the play and we're caught in a serious and tumultuous melodrama. That in itself a surprise. They definitely carried it off, Peg Healy has an amazing (and sexy) presence on stage, Lisa Kron is SPOT ON and Dominique Dibbell does a fantastic job handeling the high drama. This play is a gutsy shift from satire and camp into drama. Their brilliant humor is still there and then some. Well done Lesbian Brothers!

79 E. Fourth St.
Manhattan, NY
Through Aug. 28
Daily Price: $60 -I know, but all good things hurt a little, try this for a big discount (thanks Bloggy)
Box office: 212-239-6200