Caught this film by William Klein the other day.
I like this “Dorothy McGowan”…

Week 3 of “DEMO TEAM GOOD WORK CONTEST #1.”
Still going strong.

Again, the manifesto concerning these contests has to do with sparking previously undiscovered creative impulses. If you thought it wasn’t there, it is. Don’t fuck with yourself.

You have approximately 2 weeks left to compose/submit your work.
Keep up the GOOD WORK!

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On this very day, in 1932, Glenn Herbert Gould was born in a little place called “Toronto.” An intensely interesting and equally talented pianist, he injected a little bit of that spirit that’s been absent in the classical music scene since the days of Bach & Baroque. Radical. A true artist.

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On the night of October the 13th of always and never again lay an expectant mother-to-be in a hospital bed just east of the North River down by the banks in West Billings Hospital located in the newly formed Briar Courtyard Countryside where newlyweds went to start a family.
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My brother Daniel has recently completed design on a collection of various clothing articles dubbed, “Wardrobly.” I think this stuff is really inventive, pushing practical clothing to a level of fine art.
God bless ‘im.

http://wardrobly.com for more photos and a collaborative sibling soundtrack.

Here are some quotes from one of my favorite poets. A prize goes to the first person to recognize the author.

“whilst venus can’t be chosen to thrash thine entrails, mars shall wait forevermore in the breast of wine and chastity”

“vines of splintered wood crawl fervently into the mouths of young prostitutes, welcoming the world into their supple orifices”

“whisper thy name through a wimper, and a whip”

“grab hold, slip thy dagger into the throat of summer’s coat”

Recently, I ended up in a discussion about the art and the interpreter. This fellow I was discussing with brought to my attention that the audience, be they listening or admiring, should be made to feel comfortable. Made to feel at ease. Given something they can grasp. Of course art should maintain a progress, but let it be a steady, paced one, that grandma won’t be offended by. There’s a balance you see, he said to me, and it’s within that balance, that balance of new resonating within known and understood, that great art breathes. 

Now, you see I agree that art speaks, and that she has things to say. Although, at one time or another, you may have even found yourself amongst a crowd speaking in foreign tongue. And you may not have understood, but trust you me, they were communicating. The part of an artist that conjures his art, that speaks out if you will, will not always do you the comfort of a trite concept put forth in an unobscured way that will be found palpable. You may have to adapt to the way she breathes and how she says what she says.  

I don’t think any of the artists of past eras that are held in high regard were ever worried that they might offend someone, or set someone to thinking, or maybe even drive someone mad with confounding concepts that they are made uneasy by. It is only the religious that are beaten into being afraid to think for themselves, view things from across the lake and see the stars fall. 

Modern art, if we have to give it name, seems to have a great many effects on our interpreter; and there may not be many things powerful enough to start a man thinking, reinventing himself, and set him breathing again. The artist is not afraid to say something offensive, rather if he manages to make you face something that makes you uneasy then he is succeeding.

If someone finds themselves facing a work of art they do not understand, good! Let them search the depths of their intellect for answers, let them open their minds. And watch. Watch them grow.

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But we’ve decided to put our differences aside, and perform once again… TONIGHT.

4) Tonight (monday)
5) Bordello, 901 E. 1st St. - $5

6) We’re playing at around 11
7) Thank you
You look nice today

Previously, at Bordello

Anyone that knows me knows that I never shut up about the film Gummo. There’s not one aspect of it that I don’t find incredible. (I also love that Hype Williams has a clip from it in Belly) Anyway, in the ending it features this song by Roy Orbison (1936-1988). His voice is great to say the least, and his style is… well, just as great.