I have to admit I'm not feeling as blogtacular as I normally do. Currently, I'm on a don't-have-a-helluva-lot-to-say kinda mode. Although it might be more of an ever-since-I-got-back-from-vacation-I-can't-focus-for-shit-and-there's-good-stuff-in-my-brain-I-can't-seem-to-get-to kinda deal.
There's been work stuff going on both exciting and medium exciting but who wants to hear someone talk about work right? With that said, in no particular order here are some random musings from recent weeks:
I noticed on Heckasac today that there was some disappointment about lukewarm attendance at the recent Ancient Sons show. Not to simply reiterate the sentiments suggested by others on a neighboring blog but Chris, if you're out there reading this... I wouldn't take the low attendance personally. I say this because for the last two days I've been non-stop rocking thee new Makeout Party cassingle and King Tuff both of which I purchased at thee under-attended Makeout Party show at Luigi's recently. In listening to these two albums over the weekend I keep thinking, man Sac missed out on some stellar live music and djing and most folks who missed it would cop to that fact. In short never let one show be your guide, shit happens.
Speaking of shit happening, I was a little foggy at the show because a. there was the obvious beer factor and b. I didn't know it at the time but I had pulled my back out earlier that day while shaving the dog. To repeat, I pulled my back out while shaving the dog. I'm sure there are lamer ways to injure one's back but that feels pretty dorky to me. Following Thee Makeout Party show I barely got out of bed for a day and a half and stunk like analgesic balm. At the time I thought it was those concrete floors that were the culprit but I should have known something was up when I could barely stand up straight by the time we left. Although, I suppose that's where the beer came in.
Saturday night the Verge was featured on the KVIE art auction and I made an appearance as our designated "art expert." I got to meet Kermit and I used the word sexy in reference to a piece of work. I feel great shame about one of those last two statements.... I'll let the reader decide which one.
Today I spent a bunch of time cleaning my studio and actually found a piece that I don't remember making from about five years ago. I'm not sure if that's a milestone or not and if it is whether that's good or bad. I also found the receipt from the day I entered the State Fair's Fine Art competition from the year I took top honors. It's seems strange to me that I could have moved studios four time since then and still be discovering stuff. I don't want to think about what that means, although it might mean that I am el puerco, which I already knew.
I went wine tasting yesterday which was cool. Am I boring anyone yet?
Now for super non-sequitur time...
When you google image search the words "incohesive post" this shot of the Ganglians is the third thing that pops up... no lie.... Corti's homemade salad dressing is like crack cocaine, I could do shots of it straight and eat it on almost anything... pink pearl apples are beautiful freak fruit but tart as hell... I wonder what Dave Smith and Skipper are doing RIGHT NOW while simultaneously wondering how long OMF's fascination with Phillip Garrido will last... really annoyed about what ignorant shitballs all over the country are saying about Obama's death panel, seriously people even if he was that evil he's in his first term, call me crazy but it seems to me that a death panel would really kill one's shot at reelection... pardon the pun... stoked that the pool installation at PS1 will still be up when I visit in January and that I will be able to catch The Americans in LA later this month before it's gone.... speaking of gone...