My husband whisked me away on a suprise trip to Chicago for our 10th anniversary, last weekend. That’s right, I said whisked. One of the many kitchen tools, I am not familiar with. We went to the Museum of Contemporary Art and ate at Puck’s restaurant there. Oh my. Too much good food, too much good art. Is there such a thing?
When I first walked into the Matta-Clark exhibit, I was so tired and disoriented and I first stared at this piece and I thought to myself, in my snotty inner voice, “Oh, that’s been DONE before.”
Then my eyes started to focus. Oh, Dear Goddess in Heaven Above, I realized this was the before, GORDON MATTA-CLARK! I should probably learn to read signs one of these days. It was unbelievable. I am still in awe. All the documentation, and handwriting, and letters, and film, it was really overwhelming. But in a good way. So sad, that man died at 35, and left us such a huge body of work. Imagine how big it could have been. Damn you, pancreatic cancer!
This exhibit was so needed to clean my soul. When I first wake up, I always have stared at the ceiling thinking about removing pieces of the floor, foundation, etc. When I was little, I liked to hang upside down on the sofa, and think about how cool it would be if the house was upside down. It would be MUCH cleaner, too. I still think about these things, and when I see an Artist that justs hits the mark, it makes me feel a little less isolated in my thinking. I have learned not to care what others think of me, but I never became comfortable with the idea that others don’t think LIKE me. And living in a bland-Walmart society, it becomes a lonely group, that thinks beyond that green paper that makes everyone bitchy! YOU ARE THE MEASURE!
May 6th, 2008
I read through my sketchbook Friday morning. I found this strange list, in my own handwriting, and I have no idea when or why I wrote it.
Sketchbooks
dishes
stainless steel silverware
kids toys
Narrative
Sketchbooks are great for holding onto ideas, but sometimes, I do question myself, when I am writing down things that I cannot remember, later. And when I am writing 2 page love letters to Miller Lite. As a side note, I heard a new Roger Alan Wade song on his myspace page, and he gives a little shoutout to the Miller’s Lite, in the song DRUNK. Yay! Roger Alan Wade and the Miller’s Lite. I am so happy with that shoutout to the Miller’s Lite, that I have decided I will call it Miller’s Lite from now on!
Robert Irwin Who’s Afraid of Red Yellow and Blue3, 2006.
I saw this piece in San Diego, after Christmas this year. It was a little knee shakingly inspiring and sort of strangely calm at the same time. I wrote this later that evening.
“The simplicity of conceptual Art is such a deceiving thing. Reflections alone alter the subconscious to such extreme levels the concious mind gets to do a little dance, also.”
This would be the part after I have the sticky thighs, and I think before the part where we drank whiskey and cokes with some of my favorite people on Earth. Thank the gods above and below for Art galleries where depression seems ridiculous and life clicks into place.
Friday, my Japanese fabric that I ordered from Etsy seller, Plumtickledfabrics, arrived. Don’t you just want to live in that print? Go and buy some for yourself!
Carry on! Namaste Satanic Dentists!
April 28th, 2008
There is music that entertains us, music that provokes us, and then there is that one category that transcends our reality, and makes us part of the experience. Jason Webley transcends all that is. Period. I knew the show was going to be amazing, when I saw him mike the floor. Of all the live performances I have ever seen, this one might be the best. Ever. There is no premise. There is no script. There is just an artist, projecting into an audience and an audience, doing their best to keep up.
All musicians should take note, and see that merely performing one night a month, is not enough. Just as artists cannot turn off the urges to create, great musicians make great music and we are humbled to be in their very prescence. Or maybe we might drink one too many Miller Lites and harrass the living daylights out of such a person. Either way, days later, you will think to yourself, did I really SEE that? Wow.
Mr. Webley has set the bar for every single musician I ever see again. And that bar is high. I urge you to purchase his music, all of it, and make it a priority to see him, anytime you can. We are surrounded with pre-fabricated houses, pre-fabricated movies and god-awful pop music that I could mix in my very own basement. This is real, it is talent, and it is damn entertaining. Thanks, Jason Webley, for inspiring and for keeping music alive these days!
Now, off you go, buy some music and see something real for once!
www.jasonwebley.com
Eastern US Tour Dates:
April 27 - Saugatuck, MI - Boathouse
April 28 - Cleveland, OH - Wilbert’s
April 29 - Buffalo, NY - Mohawk Place
April 30 - Albany, NY - Red Square
May 1 - Boston, MA - Berklee
May 2 - Portland, ME - Geno’s
May 3 - New York, NY - Sullivan Hall
May 5 - Charlottesville, VA - Gravity Lounge
May 6 - Richmond, VA - Capital Ale House
May 7 - Norfolk, VA - Taphouse
April 27th, 2008
April 5th, 2008
www.pungsnotded.etsy.com
Strawberry Bunny
Turtle at the Zoo
Warren Zevon.
The End.
The Only End. My Friend.
March 30th, 2008
After being sick for 6 days, my fever lifted and I got some comfort. French fries, beer, and Jason Webley, a little heaven right here on Earth.
I would seriously like ONE night, just ONE night without having to see a BALDWIN on television.
Especially this one! If this man ever showed up at MY house to give me an intervention, there would be some heck to pay.
I would throw a Jason Webley cd at his big dumb head.
Sorry, Jason Webley.
March 29th, 2008
I was thinking in sepia tones.
A few others were thrown in like spice.
I deliberated clothes for the longest time.
What did they mean, are were they neccesary?
How much cover up was really neccesary to not be lude?
I looked in the eyes of a WWII Nazi soldier and I wondered.
He stared back so blank.
I walked through this brown flood water and became covered then uncovered.
I saw this stack of books. All Sepia tones. All works of Noel Coward.
I knew I would have to read them all. And I sighed.
And when I did awake, I knew I would have to read them all and I sighed.
Here we go again.
I don’t even really like Noel Coward. Yet.
AND UNRELATED:
Here is some newness:
www.pungsnotded.etsy.com
March 27th, 2008
March 12th, 2008
March 9th, 2008
I love it when my Grandma says, “davenport”. When I was little, I wanted to grow up and have a DAVENPORT. Not a couch or a sofa, a DAVENPORT. My Grandma is just cool like that. I like it when people say, satchel for bag. But it has to come out natural, you can’t force the satchel. And I love it when females call me Dude. Something about the little sigh that comes before, dude, is one of the most precious sounds to hear from a female mouth. Again, it has to come out natural, dude.
One of my all time favorite phrases, is “run around.” You know, she used to “run around” with so and so. Oh, how I love that. I haven’t “run around” with anyone for years. “Run around” could be a boy/girl situation, it could be an all girl slumber party situation, it could be a puking up rum and coca-cola in the middle of the cornfields, situation. To “run around” is to have friends and to have SOMETHING to do with them. I haven’t “run around” in years. I need some “run around” friends. Anyone feel like “running around”? We could totally toilet paper the Balwin’s house and then score some Mad Dog and stay up watching Headbanger’s Ball, dude.
March 6th, 2008
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