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cosmic nasty

Tue, 07 May 2013 19:57:54 -0400

cosmic nasty

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Thu, 18 Apr 2013 16:49:18 -0400

nodamncatnodamncradle: Can we all take a minute and appreciate...

Thu, 18 Apr 2013 16:25:05 -0400

Can we all take a minute and appreciate that hundreds of years ago a person poured hours of hard work into painting cherubs making human fart bubbles.

teacakes: They even make fun of liberal idealism, the funniest...

Thu, 04 Apr 2013 02:04:03 -0400

teacakes:

They even make fun of liberal idealism, the funniest part of the entire comic.

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Mon, 04 Mar 2013 19:25:07 -0500

IDIOT GLEE “Life without Jazz” LP 12’...

Sun, 03 Mar 2013 20:20:11 -0500

IDIOT GLEE “Life without Jazz”

LP 12’ (Atelier Ciseaux/ BureauBureau)
Limited to 350 copies/ Solid White vinyl
Out February 26th. »PRE-ORDER NOW«

Side A
Vibrato
Pinkwood
Pipes

Side B
Life without Jazz
Little Berlin

Artwork : Robert Beatty
Cd/ digit available via Hop Hop

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A revolt of darkened windows. The corners of your mouth remind me of those few words casually abandoned. Our bodies are carried by a river of soft, melancholy colors. Without a sound.

After a first album, Paddywhack, released in 2011 on the English label Moshi Moshi Records (Hot Chip, Au Revoir Simone, Egyptian Hip Hop, etc.) and an international tour, James Friley is back with a new EP, Life Without Jazz. Troubled by the compositions of Fleetwood Mac, Roxy Music and Scott Walker, this young, classically trained pianist from Lexington, Kentucky evokes the moments that bring us together - the ones we’d like to make last forever. Knees bump up against nostalgia, the frequencies of the saxophone resonate all the way to the bone. Five ballads, oscillating between home-made pop and careful songwriting, shine bright to the sound of that very particular crooning voice.

Our memories have disappeared behind the mirage. Because we’ve got everything left to live. Soundless, but not without music. Not without this music.

The album artwork is by artist and musician Robert Beatty (Hair Police, Three Legged Race…). He has also worked with bands such as Peaking Lights, Real Estate, and Wire magazine.

This record is being released in collaboration with the new label Bureaubureau. The CD version is available through the American label Hop Hop.

When I drew this I was thinking about how when people are...

Tue, 19 Feb 2013 17:28:50 -0500

When I drew this I was thinking about how when people are optimistically overbearing in the way they engage others real connections deteriorate and emotions, subtleties and psychic experience gets missed, buried.

veronicadejesus: Bea Arthur memorial drawing by Veronica De...

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 13:13:24 -0500

veronicadejesus:

Bea Arthur memorial drawing by Veronica De Jesus

veronicadejesus: Hopper a car drawing by Veronica De Jesus

Thu, 14 Feb 2013 13:12:40 -0500

veronicadejesus:

Hopper

a car drawing by Veronica De Jesus

weeatherhead: collage (paper and tape on paper, 5 x 8”)

Sat, 19 Jan 2013 20:18:22 -0500

weeatherhead:

collage (paper and tape on paper, 5 x 8”)

Gary Bachman RIP on Winkelman blog

Thu, 10 Jan 2013 19:12:14 -0500

Gary Bachman

RIP on Winkelman blog

"One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right..."

Sun, 30 Dec 2012 14:44:57 -0500

“One of the things I know about writing is this: spend it all, shoot it, play it, lose it, all, right away, every time. Do not hoard what seems good for a later place in the book or for another book; give it, give it all, give it now. The impulse to save something good for a better place later is the signal to spend it now. Something more will arise for later, something better.”

- Annie Dillard. A writer my sister, Ginevra, loves. I’ve never read any of her writing. I feel like it might be too much country wisdom for me. That’s me being close-minded the way I often do. Anyhow, I heard this quote in a Spirit Rock podcast about creativity and I really liked it. Meanwhile I’m having trouble dealing with my sister whose control freak nature is making me sad. She is oppressive and unemotional, while I am moody and sensitive. Bad combo for living a halcyon life. Good combo for learning more about myself and dealing with imperfections. Just call me the girl not in the bubble.

Hanging out with my 3 year old niece on the day (Dec 12, 2012) that her brother is born

Sat, 29 Dec 2012 19:42:00 -0500

“Sometimes children cry when their mommies and daddies are in the hospital.” This is an exact quote from Reggie, my three year old niece! We were washing dishes together. She was earnestly consoling herself between minuscule sobs that she tried her best to hold back. She stood on her white plastic stool. I washed and she rinsed with the extendable water gun.

Reggie wanted us to do the dishes, even before breakfast. She said her mom would be mad if she came home to find dirty dishes - two plates and two coffee mugs from her parents’ breakfast earlier, when they left for their 6:30am labor induction appointment. Reggie was worried for her pregnant mom’s health and it made her feel less worried to do something she knew her mom would like.

This girl is totally is befuddled by how her baby brother, Roger, is going to get out of my sister’s belly. The other night, the three of us were sitting on the living room floor eating dinner: Ginevra (my sis), Dan (bro in law), Reggie and me. We were having a living room picnic to make dinner more fun for Reggie, a finicky eater. She played along with our ploy, but actually could care less. She looked at Ginevra’s hugely pregnant belly and asked, kidding, but genuinely searching for answers, ”Is the doctor going to say, ‘Open up and say ahhh.’ And then Roger will come out of your mouth? Or is he going to come out of your footsies? Or your butt?”

I wanted to say, “Yes!” hoping butt was the closest she would ever guess.

Instead of responding, we three adults rigidly pretended to be both mystified and bored. We were trying to emote, “It’s just the miracle of life is all. Simple as sliced bologna. You buy it from the store. Nobody knows how it gets there and nobody asks why.”

Back to this morning… right after we finished washing the dishes, and finished the broken sobs part of our morning, Reggie was ready to start on breakfast. We made cinnamon toast together, Reggie stood on her white plastic stool. She asked me, “Do you ever eat butter?” By the way she marveled at the butter chunk she held in her hand, I knew she didn’t mean, “Do you ever eat butter that is cooked into a pie crust or melted on popcorn?” When I was three I ate butter a la mode whenever a naive babysitting relative innocently left it unattended, but now that I can eat butter whenever I want, I never eat it like that, straight from the fridge.

I talked down to Reggie with the suspiciously nonchalant friendliness of a hostage negotiator. “Me? Well, I don’t eat plain butter much myself these days. Haha. You don’t really want to have all that butter now do you. Haha. Let’s just put the butter down and I’ll let you spread it on the toast by yourself and then put cinnamon and sugar on it.”

She saw right through me but didn’t take offense. Out of pity, or whatever, she ate only a small cube raw and then spread a chunk on the toast.

Around 9:30am we walked through the icy Chicago air to her preschool. Wearing mittens, hat, scarf, coat and bundled in a blanket, Reggie sat in her stroller eating a banana. Half way to the preschool she asked me if her mom was OK. I could see that she was deeply worried, trying not to worry. Sad, trying to be happy, but still feeling sad underneath. I told her that everything was going to be ok and that her mom was doing great. Her expression looked like she was vigorously trying to read between the lines to uncover a disastrous truth, the kind that adults usually hide from kids.

My nephew was born today, 12/12/12 at 12:01 in the afternoon. The baby and my sister are in perfect health.

Reggie was jazzed with anticipation when we went to visit Ginevra, Dan and Roger in their hotel-like deluxe hospital room. She imagined this new partner in crime, this perfectly awesome brother who would be Robin to her Batman. Alas when she met Roger, she was dismayed by the ugliness of infants. Meanwhile, in her periphery vision she kept an eye on her mom, bedridden, but healthy and recovering.

Reggie’s wheels were churning, just trying to make sense of it all. There’s what people say and then there’s what she suspects to be the way things actually are. When she saw Roger’s spindly purple feet she said, “One day his footsies will be normal.” She wasn’t convinced this was true, but she was hopeful. After hearing him make the alien sounds that all infants make, she enthusiastically said, “One day he’ll talk in his normal voice!”

Pee-Wee's Christmas Special

Mon, 24 Dec 2012 22:28:00 -0500

Pee-Wee's Christmas Special:

My 3 year old niece and I cracked up at lots of the same parts, including: “Kids at home, if you don’t have snow, you can make snow angels too. All you need is 60 pounds of coconut shavings.”

"A good straight man has to bend and fold with the absurdity of the scene. When to blow up, when to..."

Thu, 13 Dec 2012 23:07:00 -0500

“A good straight man has to bend and fold with the absurdity of the scene. When to blow up, when to be suspicious as a straight man, when to just recognize something and just call it out, when to go along. He still has to be the reality of the scene, but he can’t just stand there saying ‘this is stupid,’ because then the scene wouldn’t go anywhere.”

- Miles Stroth, talking about playing the straight man from Improv Interviews with Josh Fulton

Billy Merritt's Improv Dance Party Pt2: The 5 Stages of Improvisation

Sat, 02 Jun 2012 15:49:16 -0400

Billy Merritt's Improv Dance Party Pt2: The 5 Stages of Improvisation:

improvdanceparty:

By applying the Kubler-Ross model on the five stages of grief, it might be easier for you to find out where you are in your Improv Development.

1. Denial: [shock] This can’t be improvisation I’m seeing, it must be scripted. They must have “go-to” jokes, do the same scenes over and over,…

Anita O’Day high on horse and singing soulful syncopated...

Tue, 01 May 2012 01:26:59 -0400

Anita O’Day high on horse and singing soulful syncopated Sweet Georgia Brown

Recently-finished 9’x7’ painting by Veronica De...

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 18:34:00 -0400

Recently-finished 9’x7’ painting by Veronica De Jesus

textsfromhillaryclinton: Original image by Diana Walker for...

Mon, 30 Apr 2012 15:11:11 -0400

textsfromhillaryclinton:

Original image by Diana Walker for Time.

So misunderstood. Rebel without.

Thu, 26 Apr 2012 17:07:04 -0400

So misunderstood. Rebel without.