August 26, 2011
Strong winds / Urge to kill, 8/26/MMXI

drawing day and twitter.com’s brian, mickey, and charlotte with building 16’s joan and my bicycle in an olneyville parking lot, 4pm, wednesday

Well I’m back home now. I have a hundred new things, I made a million new things, I’m working on a trillion new things.

I forget how to cook, I forget how to make plans, I forget how to relate to other people sorta?! I mean, the food I’ve been making has been good, the plans I’ve been making have been followed through on, and I think there has been an exchange of emotion and data in all of the interpersonal moments I’ve had so far? Do feel semi like I left the house without my wallet/keys/cellphone/jacket and it’s colder than I thought it would be. Of course I have a $20 in one of these pockets and some singles in another and I don’t care, I’ll ride a bus until morning, or figure something out. Like a zoo animal released back into the wild, not that I don’t have the urge to kill, just that I’ve been suppressing it for so long, and my meals have all been delivered so timely.

I guess just to say I’m back at my desk squinting into the future, and that strong winds are blowing.

wow! cheap gas, westminster street, providence

Blessed return/Providence solutions = I ran into Serena at La Lupita and told her that I’d lost my bike key and wondered whether she had some advice as I’d just been trying to open it via amateur means for over an hour. She came over later on with an angle grinder and showed me how to cut it off. I couldn’t believe the quality, serendipity, or rate of turnaround on this favor. Does this happen anywhere else?

1st breakfast back, lockwood street, 3rd floor

I had a miller lite in the Dirt Palace entryway
Habaneros, almonds and dates are featuring heavily right now
American cheese slices on eggs in the morning
Baked a good loaf of bread
Asian market is closed for their summer break, aghh
Adam made a pizza
Davey made tangy peanut noodles, I made regular Tuesday noodles
Lupita once so far
No lunches, only breakfast, snack, and dinner
Kale piles
Garlic everything
Banana milk
Hummus recipe
Everyone talking about an earthquake
Everyone talking about a hurricane

allen, last day of camp

While I was gone I bought a set of flat files from Maureen Keaveny via text message ($$$ “the future” $$$) and also had them delivered. Yesterday I put them together barefoot and shirtless and worried the whole time that I would crush a toe, cut my chest, or pull a muscle. (Davey asked if I needed help and I told him I was good.) Mike texted me re: he’d “made a drawing of some guys carrying records”; I texted that I was putting the drawings from when I was one of those guys into a flat file. It’s hilarious that you (I) can fit ten years more or less into a certain dimensional container. I know this is just a bad mood thing to say but man, the past: what a sad joke of an ashcan, what a plastic bag full of tissues, what a heavy metal box filled with old paper that’s gonna be nothing but a pain to move into the bedrooms and studios of the future.

But also uhhhh email me if you wanna look at my flat file and buy some drawings, that’s possible now, hahahahahha, and in that it would transmute the past into the future, it might make me feel a little better about this pile I’ve been carrying around for so long.

Mikey Alee Sophie if you guys see this on google reader, thinking of you.

July 28, 2011
Moneybags birthday diary 7/28/2011

KM on the echo mic

Well the first session of camp is over and the second session started yesterday. The staff joke right now at camp is “bring on the sessions; we need more sessions.”

Steady as she goes —-

Had a lovely day off on Monday, enjoyed several beers, an incredible staff dinner care of the chef: spring mix/haddock with lobster/rare steak cuts w. hollandaise/tomato+basil+mozz salad/mushroom+pepper kebabs with basil aioli, braised green beans, little potatoes. Super fun to see a dude who loves to cook cooking for a small crowd with a big budget, after seeing him do his thing thrice daily for 150. Also made like eleven drawings and did a second day of work on a painting I yolked myself to at the beginning of camp. Hoping to finish that before I leave here but outlook isn’t good re: more pressing commitments. As my schedule continues to boil, it continues to thicken.

Freedom-feelings pour out when I sit down, feels great to be in a mode where I can draw and draw.

Bryan Daly’s project “535 Wall of Sound” re-recorded VU+Nico per my mention last week (but not HEROIN for some reason? ahahaha); check it out. The premise was “the kids doing this project have never heard this record, and someday they will, and their minds will melt; those who know the record shall attempt to play it from memory without practicing.” Some super good hip shooting here: about half of the songs are totally good, straight covers (the eleven year old drummer is in a bay area power pop band) and the other half are barking karaoke/camp classique/”freakout time” interpretive style. Could potentially be the most widely interesting thing I’ll ever post to the internet.

Meanwhile at camp I did this modest mural project with sixteen kids; there ended up not really being a plan other than “jam the box for as long as we’ve got time” and considering the three and a half hours or so and the mixed bag of kids who dropped in on this, I feel pretty good about it. Was surprised at how much punishment craft paper can take! =

The third issue of the least-distributed new drawing project in the USA, “ZOLA’S,” a monthly A5 magazine of new drawings + supporting whatever, is on schedule to drop on Monday. This new issue is called “WHEN IN THE THICK OF VERY VOLUPTUOUS DELIGHTS.” Single issues remain $3 ppd; all twelve issues remain $30 ppd, shipping all prior issues immediately, and each new one at the point of issue. This project is currently only available through my personal web portal and limitedly through Rhododendron Festival’s obscure New England ephemera distribution platform, Chipsylvania.com. Naturally trades are welcome too.

Here’re these pictures =

Dining hall clay man

“THE DOGS” bunk sign

Projecting the tsarcasm docu at the dance

“Headspace” cabin sign

Allen and I at camp

July 17, 2011
Gold teeth diary 7/16

I was doing the “Bruce” routine (British accent rich person in Gotham City looking for Bruce Wayne at a benefit party; used to do this routine mainly with KW in the Lockwood kitchen before noon) with this kid I love at breakfast for like 25 minutes just now, he was saying how he was in England this year “because his drama teacher is Shakespearian” and he really liked how the palace guards didn’t move when he poked them, but how “they would probably move if you pissed on one.”

1) LITMUS TEST / TWO BECOME ONE

This being the fifth year of doing this job I’m not able to remember all of the funny things that have happened anymore. Jeff reminded me yesterday about how this same kid used to “do ‘Iron Man’.”

Two years in a row at the talent show (aged 9 and 10, he’s 11 now) he wore this little freddy kreuger outfit and did slowwww air guitar and head-banging to black sabbath iron man. He did it totally straight the first year and everyone was like, What?! and with a huge grin on his face the second year, scanning the crowd with eyes narrowed, while a few people cracked up laughing and everyone else who was there the year before was like “AGGHH AGAIN?!”. Something in here about how a good chunk of the crowd isn’t gonna be psyched to hear that there’s “another SHV/Tsarlag show at Mars Gas.” (Some girls came down to the project with heavy makeup on and shirts in knots and said, “Tom, look, we’re punk rockers today!” and I said, “No you aren’t!”; and of course the ingredients for this basic exchange to happen exist every day, everywhere.)

I’m off today but when I saw this little dude going into the dining hall I was like “nah I got this one, Rebecca you can go back to the project.” I started doing the Bruce routine while explaining to him how you butter toast (he made me get a different knife from the one I used to slice my banana up; I used both knives to butter my english muffin sorta to prove a point) and after breakfast we emptied out his backpack.

Contents = Two composition tablets for drawing/writing, two mangas (Naruto vol.1 and a chibi thing) in case he loses one, two sticks (one that “looks like a magnum” and one that he had no idea what it was doing in there), a flip video with a busted lens, some twisted pipe cleaners that he’s using to “make a cat toy,” some crystals, some rough-cut wood cubes, about six fully drawn-out 11x17 comic/video game fan art pages, a Sonic the Hedgehog Universe comic, dry leaves, crumbled packaging from British crackers he liked (i.e. he liked the packaging), a full water bottle that was not his, a stuffed dog, a stuffed sock creature, pencils, sharpies, three wooden blocks on an axel he made at the shop (“it’s a guy with no legs”), and a round glass container with little puffy balls in it, that he said had no purpose.

2) WHAT I AM DOING

Swimming a lot, working on real life, working on camp. Listened to MARBLE SURF on a deck as the sun was setting. Listened to Angels in America while reading my RISCA fellowship rejection letter; alas, no dog for Lockwood Street this season. Watched the Grateful Undead while printing the second ZOLA’S last week. Went on some nice hikes, some nice walks.

Been doing all the same stuff as last week = Reading, drawing, working on this and that. Confirmed a painting show at Space 1026 in Philadelphia with Mike Hall for February, so now there’s that. Prototyping forms for the DP window project. Working on ideas for a 4”x4” thing that’s gonna get scaled to 1”x1” for the cover of top-three-providence-poets Kate Schapira’s upcoming book; was super psyched to be asked to put a thumbprint on that.

At camp I like doing “craft projects” (historically this has meant mending/embroidering my clothes, but now that I have like six of these pocket tees and three pairs each of these pants and shorts I’m good) and so yesterday I made the chess set above. Similarly, I’m terrible at having a cool bedroom in real life so I thought it would be funny to mess with that here. I guess this just means “I’ve been decorating.” I’ll post a picture of that when camp is over probably, it’s still nothing to look at; right now “decorating” means there’s a lot of paper and junk I found on the floor in there, and that I swept and put my laundry away this morning.

3) COOL SHIT ALLEN IS DOING AT CAMP

PUNCHING IN = Sixteen kids = One tape recorder = Single track cassette = Trillions of rhythmic overdubs, cut-outs, tape-sounds. For fans of the horrendous DENNIS DUCK DOES DISCO tape, or like, a non-cloying outtake reel from THE BOOKS: 50 minutes of mirror-mystery-babble from a ton of different voices taking turns in a room. Drifts between a way-zoomed-in Folkways recording of kids being silly in short bursts, burping voice/electronics/tape-noise, silence, and super brief and shining moments of actually-composed music. Variously intolerable, fading, mysterious, kinda funny. A definite dreamtime super sound = Take a nap with this one on and you can do a project at the camp in your dreams. Someone (Mickey) put a 20 minute edit of this out (on PRICE TAPES) so someone can make Allen a discogs page and so I can review this for Vice.

TURNING THE HOG LOOSE = Two surveillance cameras, a weird room, a television, a VCR, an A/B switch for the cameras. Realtime video of “arguing about nothing” cutting between the kids. Non-sequential, non-narrative, non-specific, non-directional arguing. Arguments on tape include “I was here first,” “I need my space,” and “Stop it.” When they’re good they’re at least twice as good as anything from YOU CAN’T DO THAT ON TELEVISION and of a similar fidelity. The project title is re: what Herzog told Nicholas Cage to do in Bad Lieutenant. The idea is for the kids to do this too as they argue with each other on tape about nothing.

GURU MOVIE = Fourth iteration of Allen’s “kids covered in burlap and slime” movie-making technique. This year it’s multiple takes of the same scene = A searcher climbs a mountain, and asks a guru a question. The guru has a huge beard and there’s a smoke machine going. The video’s not the greatest (the kids wrote/directed/lit/etc. the scenes and directed them, so the quality’s super variable from scene to scene) but the stills from it rule, ahahaha, and at least two of the scenes are pretty funny. The beard is made from a huge bag of alpaca wool scraps Allen got a local llama farmer to leave out for him to pick up on his day off.

This new dude Bryan (who was the TA for Allen’s color theory class at Alfred last semester) is re-recording the entirety of VU+NICO with the kids, all songs one take, not playing the actual songs for the kids. Can’t wait to hear that.

(Jeff is doing amazing shit here every day too. So pointless to even try to go down a list there. “You had to be here.”) We’re a little less than halfway done with our summer.

I’m making this camp magazine in the “piles of paper” format; that’s coming out next week. Gonna probably fall pretty square in the middle of “What the hell is this” and “Check this out.”

4) HERE’S THIS

Outlined water spill

This font also seen on a recent Gross Domestic Product release

Across the street from Wild Willey’s Burgers, Rochester NH

16-page “classic mini” zine I busted last week to promote this idea of what’s possible with a “camp magazine” (submissions due tomorrow)

On my day off

At the bulletin board

Right now it says “Eatin is perception”

Balloon launch

Rudeboy over the village, 7/15/11, 10pm

July 5, 2011
Has anyone seen my water bottle diary 7/5/11

Part of the bunk sign for the cabin “embracio” (other cabins are “ecstatic rabbits” “guild of respectable jesters” “bob” “we live here” “the buttery chalet” “zen den gentlemen” “mrs. juliana’s reformatory for well-bred women (under new management)” “the glorious revolution”)

1) HEY EVERYONE

This is the weekly email from my house, email me to subscribe or unsubscribe, foirwardaipoks;ldf to your friends, do not repost —

It’s Day 17 of being at camp right now. I’m in a pretty good daily routine at this point. 6:30ish get up, shower, meeting, do the day, back in bed 11ish. I nap for an hour on top of a folding table inside of a mosquito tent for about 45 minutes every day around 1pm. I’ve been enjoying the little reach-outs people have been sending from Providence a lot; am super looking forward to JULYOWEEN MOTHERS NEWS.

Reading Laxness INDEPENDENT PEOPLE v. slowly but enjoying it a lot. Been drawing at a better-than-regular rate, probably re: the amount of times per day where I’m sitting down for 20-40 minutes and watching or talking to a kid and just free to do this but nothing else, and also the amount of times per day where I am cooking for myself, which is zero, whereas at home this is all I ever feel like I am doing, cooking myself meal after meal. The flip side of this is that I haven’t accomplished anything substantial since I’ve been here (other than the execution of my job at camp), but that’s fine.

Started working on my dirt palace window late last week = Feeling good thinking about home. Mickey if you read through this paragraph can you have whoever is checking dirtpal@yah reply to my June 30th email?

I built a desk on my one day off and then carved my name into it. I wrote reviews for vice. I drove to Dover with Allen to rent the last unicorn, be kind rewind, laputa castle in the sky and the great escape for camp movie night.

Kids have done/said a ton of crazy things but I think I’m going to try not to post a lot about on the Internet until after it’s all said and done? Good routines to ask about so far that I can think of right this second are “Old man cane land” “The backpack” “Back to the future” “My friend’s origami” “How many hamburgers are there nearby” and “Slave to choco.”

2) ZOLA’S #2 ANNOUNCEMENT

ZOLA’S #2 “daily schedule for mystery edge” is out tomorrow. Paypal me $3 and I’ll mail it to you. Paypal me $30 and I’ll mail you #2 and #1 right now, and #s 3-12 as they come up. Info/ordering is here = http://dogchirp.com/index.php?/print/zolas/

Also Jandek FAN FOLIO coming probably in a week or two.

3) HERE’S THIS

My favorite part of camp

Antivibe

Panda friends

535 club

Camp drawing club poster

KW and cornholio

KW for girls, Allen for boys

Allen at Blockbuster Video, July 2011

A tree trunk and a t-shirt

Allen in his office

Jandek fan folio preview

4th of july at camp

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June 17, 2011
Air organ tremolo diary 6/16/2011 (part 2)

Man we had such a nice little party last night. I had a lovely time. My only regret is that I forgot to spice the black beans better for the tacos, and they tasted like plain black beans. Sophie and Mickey climbed into my pile of pelts this morning and we rapped for a while in there, then KW came up and was like “Get up and design me a tattoo of a little face.” I made this sheet of options for her and she picked row four number two—-

—-and then I spent the afternoon lying on the couch and listening to both discs of volume three of the Upsetters singles compilation, looking at the ceiling, and texting.

This second half of yesterday’s post does not reflect the conversation I had with James at the party about FUN HOME (he made some points about the drawings themselves that I haven’t fully digested; also he straight-up disagrees with all of my opinion of it below, hahaha), or the HI HAT set Jacob played, which was wonderful. Second show from this great, great band, bringing the “Providence mystery edge” hard.

3) COMICS I READ

Allison Bechdel’s autobio comic “Fun Home” on Zelda’s recommendation. Super steady drawing, capable but not aggressive or showy, but with these occasional detailed or compulsively rendered panels that made me go “oh whoa” in the good way. The story is perfectly paced, and draws on and refers to a life of reading that, when it works, works. I love it when people can do more than one thing with a high level of interest, skill and investment. Enjoyed reading this a lot!

Brecht Evens “The Wrong Place.” Pretty impulsively bought this at 8am after looking at a few screen caps on the comics comics blog, thinking, oh shit, this looks wonderful. Kinda bummed that it was not that wonderful to read! If this was a set of paintings in larger format without any story, maybe this would be something; some of the pages are killer, some of the character posing especially in the first sequence is well-observed and so right on. But as a narrative it’s fucked! Pretty juvenile treatment of pretty banal understandings of pretty typical ideas - male sexuality and friendship; shallowness vs. seductiveness of partying; group nighttime dynamics; very simple treatment of “kinds of living” and “kinds of desire.” Most troubling is the bizarro false dichotomy between “the boring guy with the job” and “the shallow guy who parties”? The treatments of courage, desirability, independence, self-worth, and even “what is cool” are all fucked too.

A critique came up at drawing day that this book was “made to be liked,” and I can get behind that. There’s nothing risky here, and the things that are good are good in this super obvious candy way (such that for example a guy might look at it for five seconds at 8am and be like, oh, that must rule), while the actual narrative/emotional/social content here is a real slowball, really leaning hard on the painting to carry it, or really assuming that its reader must be a completely unexperienced and socially illiterate teenager. But I mean, parts of it look great!

Chester Brown “Paying for It,” his autobio comic about 10+ years of visiting prostitutes. This book rules so hard. Completely maniacal drawing, hilariously/wildly reaching internal logic, good jokes. Courageous, real, and bald in the best possible ways. Whether or not “you agree with him” or this is a complete picture of the issues he’s putting forth re: prostitution is not the point at all here. Re: the above, this dude did not make this book so that people would like it, he made it because it is the real, true shit of his life, distilled into a funny, swaggering, inviting little book, and he invites you to hate him, hate his work, and disagree with everything he says in it. Aesthetics and content specifics aside, attention all fucking artists everywhere: Dare to make work this uncompromisingly true to yourself.

4) WEYES BLOOD, U.S. GIRLS, BLOOD HUFF

I saw three good shows in three different secret rooms this week.

WEYES BLOOD at Quince Street = Met Natalie in Philadelphia when she was 15, at which point she had already been on the path, and knew her for a while down there. Awesome to see her as a full-grown guitar witch 8 years later in a Providence basement, and she’s still just 23(?!) - girl is still at least 3 years ahead of people 10 years older than her and keeps getting better and better. Her record on EHSE is out. 

BLOOD HUFF at Amherst Street = Bummed to not see a full FATHER FINGER set at this show, who’s looking good? but the band of geniuses BLOOD HUFF was just fine; Mickey threw her shoes and flipped out; lyrics about how nothing matters; crowd dancing and partying, insisting on an encore, Mickey sez, “I don’t even want to do this, I just want to go to bed.” Drank coffee upstairs with the full team present, then this classic scene turned out to be going on after the huff set was over = 

U.S. GIRLS at Paragon = Dude, U.S. Girls has been one of the best live bands in North America re: solo singing along to tapes/electronics for at least two years now. This was an ultimate bummer set: She was all set to go but the PA speakers fried. Played out of an amp and it wasn’t loud enough/sounded like dog shit/energy was lost in the technical difficulties. Even so, the first song she played before everything burned out featured a total transformation: She went completely inside of her character so fast and RIPPED, and it sounded great. When the speakers went she still wanted to finish her set one way or the next; it’s fun to see somebody play who clearly loves to play, isn’t afraid of playing or fucking up, and goes for it. She seemed bummed on this set for sure, but man, the intimations of what she’s sounding like live right now were there, and I mean, damn dude. U.S. GIRLS: Keep coming back to Providence, I will go see you every time.

June 11, 2011
My most capable friend and my friend who I most want to marry: Best friends

My most capable friend and my friend who I most want to marry: Best friends

March 26, 2011

answering machine message from Patrick Bubul the day after I drove my car into the river, March 2010

March 24, 2011
jonny and nik by: natalja

jonny and nik by: natalja

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March 21, 2011
favorite kw hair era

favorite kw hair era

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March 16, 2011
studio portrait

studio portrait

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