Posts Tagged: art

all the world’s a stage,…

the stage

“on stage I’m just me having a bad day.” –Nick Cave

 

it’s beginning to look a lot like…

holden-goal-nc
spring soccer. it’s looming. hard work for boys, long drives, hotel rooms, hotel coffee and grass stains…oh, and goals.

kilroy was here.

kilroy was here.
sometimes what you think you are taking the picture of isn’t the picture, after all.

 

goddamn, this is real.

Alley way.

this isn’t some kind of metaphor,
goddamn, this is real.

leave the planet…

No jobs...

so yeah, been on a listening tirade involving the Galaxie 500 catalog. i always loved them in that “wow, they sound like the Velvets” sort of way. i really discounted how much more they were…i’ve had this one on repeat a few times this morning…

You said, it’s time to get your clothes on
You said, it’s time to leave the planet
You said, don’t even bring your wallet
You said, it’s time to leave the planet
You said that I could bring my guitar
You said, it’s time to leave the planet
You said that I could bring my guitar
You said, it’s time to leave the planet

Face Palm

Palm Readings

palm reading was used during the Middle Ages to detect witches. It was believed that certain spots on the hand indicated one had made a pact with the Devil. although it was condemned by the Catholic Church but in the 17th century it was taught at several German universities. Britain outlawed palmistry in the 18th century but it’s popular enough in America in the 20th century to deserve its own book in the Complete Idiot Guide series. this place above is on 2nd street in Nashville, one of busiest, tourist walks in the South. don’t get me wrong, i ain’t judging but instead of dropping $40 to have someone tell you your future, why don’t you take that money and go live it.

what would…?

WWWWD?

hey, the newest year is here, i would usually say, “it’s a time for reflection,” but i have a different outlook now that i am legitimately “old.” i’m more into questioning as a new way of going at the other half or so of my existence. the “what can, what if, and what would” as i examine the where next of this life…anyway, have a happy new year. i’m going to say, “why not?”

always with the coming soon. (anticipointment)

Liquor (coming soon)

saying nothing and everything and then nothing and then i click the shutter on a cheap, plastic picture maker and wait a year.

 

 

happy halloween.

Indy Wall Face.

so yeah, they say Halloween has taken over as the second most popular holiday…in terms of spending cash to celebrate, decorate and expectorate…as it’s gained in popularity, mine seems to have waned. not that i dislike fright. i actually love it, i just had to tacky, dumb commercialism of scares…i guess that’s all part of getting old. nonetheless, enjoy your halloween in whatever way you please. maybe i will pull out some hitchcock or hooper, some carpenter or kubrick… anyway, be scared.

sports are more than, er, um, sports?

Piggy Back.

“Ultimately, sports are just about as close to what one would call the truth as it is possible to get in this world.” –Harry Crews

if you aren’t a fan of sport you probably think all the hyperbole about kinship, brotherhood and soldiers together in battle is just a bunch of nonsense that boys use to justify that somehow playing a game is an important task. having spent more than a little time watching boys play together as a team (i played a little myself even) it’s hard to deny the bond that grows amongst team mates. sure, it can at times be cliqueish, it can be ever-changing, and it doesn’t always happen for all kids. but i know for a fact that when boys go at a singular task together, and really, truly buy-in to caring about each other and have a willingness to fight as hard for their team mate as they would for themselves, that a connection is made that makes for a victory of spirit–that win or lose on the field–makes for pretty special trophies. sports ain’t for everybody, but they should be.