"It was the same dream again: she sits up in bed and puts her feet on the floor then her socks on her feet; up-to-the-knees widens each of the stripes until taut they then relax and all, not so much as shrink, but relax firm and settle there, each and every of at least 5 colors; a handful of oranges in my eyes and all I feel is blue as I hear her sing so, tinily crying once like smoke falling along an alluvial drift off her lip: Her; "idontcare idontcare idontcare." She shakes her head, and her whole body [...]
Al Jolson (1949) Jaki Byard (1965) Charlie Parker, Lester Young, et al Bessie Smith (1927) If you only listen to one, listen to this one... Nina Simone (1969) Fats Waller (1930) Andrew Bird (1999) Judy Garland (1941) Fiona Apple (2005) California Ramblers [...]
The work speaks for itself far better than I could: while some of this work reminds me of yours, connecting some of these to you would be a stretch. Here goes: stuff I've been looking at over the last few days...
Spring is in the air and my running start is starting to feel like running; maybe it's because Spring is in the air and everyone has a little color in their cheeks, but I feel like writing about smut. I've always loved the pin-up aesthetic and that winsome drift of times-gone-by of which they always seem to reek for me, redolent of quaint innocence and the heartening waft of hope that maybe this one unforeseen time Walt Disney didn't ruin my life by filling my head with dreams of a princess in a tower serving only to leaden my heart [...]
This is gonna be an all-over-the-place grab-bag of the last few days browsing. I used to cruise lots of German sites to keep up on the Sprache. I'm rusty as all hell, so it took me a bit to dig up this site that I admired so long ago. I was obsessed with lenses and mirrors as a kid, and was always sketching floorplans for rooms which mirrors would appear to double in size and make everything visible. I still geek out when I see the cover for No Pussyfooting . This fondness for optics extended to microscopes; I [...]
They say that's what's in cologne; this ubiquitous and all-informed they: I think I heard it on the playground. I had to think before settling on the playground, as opposed to a playground. Maybe playground fact-gathering & worldview-assemblage has been on my mind because I stumbled across Garbage Pail Kids images; immediately upon seeing them, my nose was filled with the smell of powdery chewing gum rectangle and my ears tickled with crackling wax wrapper. Their creator went on to be awarded a Pulitzer for his comic about a mouse called Maus.It should be mandatory reading in high schools. [...]
Goodness! It's been too long. Not that thematic cohesion is something towards for which I am looked, but, as Arbogast says in Psycho, "if it doesn't gel, it isn't aspic." So, here we go. Everyone's so bundled in Winter and the weather is now not only tolerable but even occasionally rather pleasant; everyone's taking off their coats and jackets; I periodically go through phases where living moving things kind of amaze me (I'll still even stop and think about a squirrel I'm watching as a cluster of molecules that manages through some bizzare collaboration of universal [...]
When I was posting under the nom-de-guerre of Fussy Records, I'd spend a lot of time looking through Russian photo sites. I love getting lost in websites with scripts I can't read in languages I don't know. It's been a long time since I looked at the fussy site. There's some good stuff back in the formative years. I guess that's what you get when you spend your time dealing with rednecks and biting your tongue. Suffering fools badly fed me a worth of vitriolic petroleum. It makes me think this blog is a wee laconic: I always [...]
Admittedly, lots of the stuff here comes across as a little dorm-room/high-school hipster, but I love the Godzilla dresses. They also have a Divine jacket that is significantly lass-than-so, but it does day "The Filthiest Person Alive." I remember a summer that was filled with Johns Cassavetes & Waters. Let's go back to clothing; I love this website: it would be smut if some of the outfits weren't so amazing. [...]
My friend Daniel turned me on to these pictures of empty houses. They remind me of that Tom Waits song, The House Where Nobody Lives. Oh, and once it held laughter, once it held dreams Did they throw it away, did they know what it means? Did someone's heart break Or did someone do somebody wrong? Thinking of Tom Waits turns my mind to music and this cat has been blowing that mind lately. He lives in your neighborhood. I'm [...]
I'm not even going to attempt gentle stabs at eloquence at this point in the evening, mostly because it's this point in the morning; let's see what finds me on the internet and hope I publish before I fall asleep. You would look great in a dress that has an attached rose, into whose stem you could loop your thumb while waiting and absently thinking. I really need to buy paints and canveses: If I had them, I'd be making coffee now. [...]
I have an obsession with anagrams and I make them in head all day as a consequence (symptom). Fray As Tryst is an anagram of Artsy Fartsy, because I've been looking at lots of photographs lately. Fray As Tryst is the three word poem of the day. I've also been searching for ART that, in collage and construction, juxtaposes components in ways that make it seem like you're re-connecting them. Generally they fall short, but some are funny. [...]
It was a rough day in the matrix, so this should be a little more scattershot than normal. I felt like one of these machines for most of the day. Let's do music for a bit. Here are some places I go to find music I might like. First, the Motel de Moka . Most of the posts here include great pictures and poems. It's how I found the work of Stefania Paparelli. I like looking at fashion photography, but it's rare that I feel someone has the touch. She kind of reminds [...]
Well, apparently today is Ada Lovelace day, so this one's about and for the ladies. She was Byron's daughter, and a genius that pretty much came up with the idea of computing machines. She described herself as being and analyst and a metaphysician. I like that. I was going to post something about great women throughout history, but, today. I'm more inclined to run full-steam into the internet and see what sticks. This could go horribly wrong, but let's go looking for women online. First up, Hats. Why don't women [...]
Yesterday, I aspired to maintain, if not a cohesive thematic undercurrent, the appearance of a thread. I've still got some organizing to do, so I'll sort through my etrash and pick things for you to sort through. Who'm I kidding; that's the deal under ideal circumstances. First random thing that catches my eye on this fine Spring day. I have a feeling it's going to be a photo-ish day on the old internerd ranch. I'll probably get around to Guy Bourdin by [...]
I typed "love" into my itunes and 44 songs came up. I've been a hermit lately, and, last night, a dream saved the day. I went to where she lived, though I'd never been there before; a big cast iron gate guarded the doorway to her building, too far from the door to reach through and knock (I would and could have yelled her name to the heavens in hopes she might hear my cry, but the street was crowded and the city was so busy): I started to panic, and I kept myself from crying right right on the [...]
I've had portraits on the brain lately, along with Marilyn Monroe. I'm reading the Marilyn biography that Norman Mailer wrote and looking at Eve Arnold 's pictures of her. Not to deny serendipitous fortuities of timing, light and fate much less framing and sheer talent and vision on the part of the photographer, but with portraits it's all about posture and carriage. When something, other than who-what-when-where (maybe sometimes why), about a person comes across from within the static, I tend to fixate on the broad strokes of carriage and posture, grace and composure, as well as [...]
Ok, this is all for my friend, ECM (Founding member of Shark-In-The-Boat, all-around gal about town). When you search for an image with her name, this comes up first. That's not her: this is. She's the coolest, so here are a few things that made me think of my friend that's so far away, but closer than she used to be. First up, Busby Berkely numbers. I'll always half-remember him quoted as saying something like I can hire 4 fantastic dancers or 200 alright ones. Henry Ford, as one of his renowned cost-cutting measure, [...]
Frightened Fields
Avicii – Two Million
Scissor Sisters’ “Baby Come Home” Video: Watch The Band Get Animated
Yellow Magic Orchestra edit from Chrome Canyon
Beck – I Just Started Hating Some People Today
