Bukowskisms

“Boring damned people. All over the earth. Propagating more boring damned people. What a horror show. The earth swarmed with them.”

“If you're losing your soul and you know it, then you've still got a soul left to lose”

"I don't like jail, they got the wrong kind of bars in there."

"That's the problem with drinking, I thought as I poured myself a drink. If something bad happens you drink in an attempt to forget; if something good happens you drink in order to celebrate; and if nothing happens you drink to make something happen."

"An intellectual says a simple thing in a hard way. An artist says a hard thing in a simple way."
"To do a dull thing with style-now that's what I call art. "
"There will always be something to ruin our lives, it all depends on what or which finds us first. We are always ripe and ready to be taken. "

Ants Attack

"Tod A is the singer, composer and ringleader of Firewater, a New York City-based rock band of questionable repute.

In January 2005 Tod decided to go on sabatical from both the band and his homeland for reasons of mental health. His immediate goal was to escape from the grim predictability of George Bush's America. His secondary goal was to see some of the world and attempt to write about it.

He can currently be found meandering aimlessly around South East Asia and the Indian Subcontinent, teaching English to keep himself in beer and cigarettes. Postcards From The Other Side Of The World is a collection of what Tod has written so far."

Post Cards From The Other Side Of The World Blog

The Ants Attack!
Sometimes a day at the beach isn’t a day at the beach. Alright, I didn’t cut my leg open on coral. I wasn’t stung by a jellyfish or devoured by sharks. Neither was I sucked into a dangerous riptide or suffer sunstroke. I just lost my watch. Not the end of the world. The weird thing is, I can’t figure out how the hell it happened.

I’m sure I threw the watch in my bag before going for a swim. I was only in the water for about an hour and kept one eye on my bag the whole time. Nobody went near it. I lay on the beach and read for awhile, head resting on the bag, the palm leaves casting gentle shadows like Venetian blinds across my pasty New York skin. Then, after the sun, huge and blood red, had made its glorious exit from the sky, I gathered my things and went to put on my watch. It wasn’t there. I checked all the pockets, even the ones in which I knew for certain I hadn’t put the watch. No watch. I emptied the entire contents of the bag onto my blanket. I scoured the beach, retracing my steps. Nothing. The watch had vanished into thin air.

Later that night as I lay in bed awaiting sleep, it kept bugging me. What had happened to the goddamned watch? It couldn’t have just vaporized. Maybe a very patient and skillful thief had lain in wait behind the bushes and had darted out to snag the watch just as my head was turned. It didn’t seem likely. Why had he not swiped my wallet and passport as well? Maybe a bird had flown off with it. Aren’t there supposed to be birds in the tropics that decorate their nests with bright, shiny things to impress the ladies? Maybe some thieving monkey had grabbed it. There were monkeys in the forest; I’d heard them, but never seen them, and certainly had never seen them working on their tans or doing the backstroke. A kleptomaniac crab, perhaps? A flying fish with a clock fixation? I gave up. It was only a 20 dollar watch and I could get another.

I was standing in line at the gates of unconsciousness when somebody shoved a sharpened screwdriver up through the mattress and into my spine. What the hell? Adrenaline kicked in. I tried to roll clear, but he stabbed me again, this time right in the crotch. It was the bastard who took my watch and now he meant to take my life! I leapt for the light switch so I could at least see the face of my assailant. My bed was crawling with red ants. An expedition had been mounted, my bag serving as base camp. They must have snuck in while I was searching the beach. The bulk of the troops could be seen marching out of the bag, single file up the bedpost, but the forward reconnaissance forces had already penetrated my T shirt and jockeys and were in the process of pitching camp. Tent pegs were being driven simultaneously into my armpits, belly, back and genitalia. Tearing my clothes off, I sprinted toward the shower. The water was freezing, but I didn’t care as I blasted the little creeps to a watery grave. With their bites still stinging and beginning to swell all over my body, I watched with glee as great clumps of ants, clinging together in their desperation -- and probably emitting tiny insect screams of terror beyond the range of human hearing – were swept along in the inescapable current, swirling clockwise, ever closer to the whirlpool and unavoidable oblivion.

In the morning, I looked like the victim of some medieval disease, covered in strange bumps, like buboes. After my shower, before passing out the night before, I had managed to clear the ants from the mattress with an ancient roll of cellophane tape. But I had been too terrified to get back into bed, afraid that some renegade ants were still on the prowl, unaware the war was over and that humanity had triumphed. So I slept in the chair, aided in this enterprise by the dregs of a bottle of bad whiskey. I did not rest easy. I dreamt of ants: thousands, millions of them, standing on the backs of their insect brothers, forming the undulating shape of a man. And the man was wearing my watch.

*copied from PCFTOSOTW blog. Link above

Saint Pauli

Zine Time

Zine time. Dun dun dun dunna dunt dun. Dun dun dun dunna dunt dun.  Zine time.  



So let's start with a title for our Zine... what do you think?  Obviously it will be so much cooler with a rad bright colored hand silk screen cover.  

Salvaged

I found this artist or company, Dolan Geiman on etsy when i was posting stuff today. They do prints on salvaged wood panels and wood salvage wall sculptures. They have some really great pieces. Insane volume of work. And pricey but have sold over 200 pieces on etsy. Hurry salvage what you can from the shop.



I've always loved multiple panel pieces

The website linked above has a link to their etsy website.  Check out my FilmGeekMafia etsy site to why your there.  

Plaid Conspiracy Theory

So I'm pretty sure my theory (Plaid and Indie Rock Conspiracy Theory to debut in the spring zine) is more than accurate. Case in point: Fleet foxes and Murder City Devils. If you watch the clips on the previous posts from live performances both bands have at least one person wearing a plaid shirt.

And all the below indie bands sporting one or more plaids.

Barock-n-roll Baby!

Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey goodbye! Na na na na, na na na na, hey hey hey goodbye!

Goodbye Bush!! The era of idocracy is over!

Now can someone solve global warming and get rid of this smog. Seriously.

And what the hell Roman Polaski is a rapist? I knew the man behind chinatown and rosemary's baby had to be disturbed.

High Volume Low Pressure

Steampunk began as a subgenre of science fiction but has since blossomed into a full "gonzo-historical" artistic movement, "often dystopian, sometimes with noir and pulp fiction themes." It "denotes works set in an era or world where steam power", or spring driven technology "is still widely used—usually the 19th century, and often set in Victorian era England—but with prominent elements of either science fiction or fantasy, such as fictional technological inventions like those found in the works of H. G. Wells." The visual art seems to possess "a presumption of functionality".

Dude MCD reunion tour!!!

I can't believe Murder City Devils are touring again in LA the 17th and 18th of Feb. I was 19 last time I saw them!

Feeling Foxy?

Make a childs outfit adult size

I love Miranda July! Her creativity goes beyond any and everything I've experienced. On her "Learning to lvoe you more" website the #1 Assignment is to Make a childs outfit in adult size.

"Recreate this jumper in a size that fits you and wear it as much as possible. Try to use a very similar fabric, it should at least be pink. You will want to try very hard to make a precise enlargement, while not getting discouraged by mistakes, or daunted by lack of sewing skills."

Here were some of the photo's of people who completed the assignment:

2008 Playlist!

Great in 08