Archive: April, 2010
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| Gosling and William in Blue Valentine. |
Filed Under: Arts
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| Not me, just some lady Picasso knew. |
Bell #3 Figure Drawing Class, every Thursday from 7pm-10pm, $5, bell3drawing.wordpress.com, RSVP at bellthreedrawing@gmail.com.
Hey Emily, Thanks for your essay. I am part of the estrogen contingency that drew you. I go because it's a challenge, I like the people, and I know that opportunities like this come and go in one's life. The group IS laid back and non-critical. And the tatooed/pierced guy is a love who has walked me home on several occasions just to be sure I was safe. This IS the best kept secret in the Libs. I give a lot of credit to these guys and gals for running this gig in such a professional manner. It's where you'll find me on a Thursday night, for sure, as long as it lasts.
I was so happy to see coverage about this group of artists. I praise this weekly gathering of artists, for whom the reward is knowledge in their collective commitment to artistic growth beyond the walls of art school. It is so gratifying to me that these young men and women awake each day to their passion for art, from which they find much happiness and camaraderie. I should disclose that my daughter and son-in-law are active participants and the organizer Ben Simon has become like a son to me. I feel some sense of accomplishment as a mother in knowing that I have influenced my children in measuring success by means that are not quantified by the dollar sign. This group of artist measure success through means that measure quality of life as a primary predictor for happiness.
It is a bit funny to read about this group as the potentially scary bunch. . . you were probably safer from any form of violence naked in that room than you'd have been clothed in most parts of Philadelphia! But a nice review of a great group.
This sounds like a great group of people.
ah, yes, the social drawing group....they get together to draw, or paint, or even photograph some nubile young maiden in often pretzel-like positions called "poses" there is lots of cameraderie and praise is heaped upon the nubile young maiden (who may not - or may - suspect this really is all about t and a. come on, guys, the camera has been invented...no n eed to draw that nubile young maiden; just go to any one of hundreds of sites in cyberspace and young can feast your eyes on one nubile young maiden after another. you tell them that you are interested in "all types, shapes and sizes", but you are lying; you really want those nubile young maidens. couple of myths that need exploding: 1. people who pose for art classes/groups do not need to sit really still 2. a good drawing is not contingent upon the pain and discomfort of the person posing. check out my blog at www.themodelundraped.blogspot.com it really IS all about sex, don't you get it?
yep, as i have said countless times after reading stories like this: it IS all about sex....t and a.
one does not need a naked body to hone one's drawing/painting skills...the old gnarled oaktree on the corner of your street will do just fine for that.
no, drawing/painting ("artist's") groups like this are all about the opportunity to, for a few bucks, get "an eyefull"
which really is ok.....i am an older male and an exhibitionist, you tell me where i can be naked with some degree of tumescence, not get arrested and get paid for it, other than a nudist camp.
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"There's not a prayer that we'd lose this," says CBF's lawyer, Chuck Peruto Jr.
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Filed Under: Music | Now See This
Magic everywhere in this bitch, it's all around you and you don't even know it.
2009 was the year Juggalos became a mainstream laughingstock, not just an underground one. (Before that SNL skit, and the ridiculous mosh pit videos, Tom Scharpling and Paul F. Tompkins paved the way during the brilliant 7/29/2009 episode of The Best Show on WFMU listen here.)
2010 is the year the Insane Clown Posse capitalizes on its upped profile. I'm sure they're (secretly) proud of the recent episode of Law & Order about the Juggalo murderers, but the coup de grace is "Miracles," wherein they tackle all the mystery and wonder that surrounds us everyday. Granted, some of these mysteries can be solved by Googling phrases like "fuckin' magnets, how do they work?" and "why do giraffes have those long fuckin' necks?"
I'd assumed everybody had seen this by now, but an informal poll around the office tells me no. Enjoy
I just want to point out that in this music video miracles is spelled mirables at 1:32. They can't even spell the name of the song right in the video.
To Jefecito - Your eyes must be crossed. It doesn't spell out "mirables"??? Look again idiot That's a C not a B. There is artwork in the backround.
The only ones laughing are the juggalos and ICP will never be mainstream no matter how big the juggalo family gets! Mainsteam pussies are told what to do by their record companies, what songs to sing, what kind of music to write, all that kind of shit. ICP made it themselves and never succumbed to the pressure of record labels. They got so fed it up with that shit they started their own Psychopathic Records. Juggalos4Life!
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Bruce Springsteen's "Prove It All Night," from his 1978 album Darkness on the Edge of Town, is a rollicking rock song about young lovers on the run. It's got room for pounding pianos, a quick saxophone bridge and a blazing guitar solo. U.S. Girls does a version of "Prove It All Night" on 2008's Introducing, and it's pretty much unrecognizable. A percussive clang goes boom boom-boom for the entire two minutes while Remy's strong, spectral voice hovers overtop, but also reverberates as if at the other end of a subway tunnel. Thin hisses and breaths materialize and disappear periodically. If this version shares anything with the original, it's a sense of desperation for its two protagonists. "But if dreams came true, oh, wouldn't that be nice/ But this ain't no dream we're living through tonight." That's what Springsteen sings in the original. In the U.S. Girls version, individual words are difficult to make out. Instead, it's the mood that gets the urgency across. You have to feel it. Makes you wonder what the Boss would think, if he heard it. Remy did try to track him down and give him a copy once. She was on a tour stop in Atlanta when she heard her idol was recording what would become Magic at a studio not far away. She drove out there only to be told he'd left for the weekend. Instead she had to settle for seeing his guitar and dropping off a burned CD of her music. "I was expecting to get a call like, 'This is Bruce. I heard your cover we gotta work together,'" she laughs. "He loves weird shit! He covered Suicide."U.S. Girls plays TONIGHT, Wed., April 14, 8 p.m., $5-$10 suggested donation, with Mi Ami, Hot Guts and My Mind, Danger Danger Gallery, 5013 Baltimore Ave., myspace.com/dangerdangergallery.
Yes, three months have passed since Haiti's earthquake, and plenty of natural disasters have taken place since. But we're still seeing Haiti fundraisers cropping up in the art world, a few of which we'd like to shout out.
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| thehaitiposterproject.com |
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We like American Idol. Too Much.
Tommy Button: Adam Lambert became the first Idol contestant to mentor the young 'uns when he returned this week to pump the kids up with his razzle-dazzle. Glambo schooled the contestants on Elvis but I doubt Adam's expertise on the guy except that he wore sparkley clothes too. Regardless, his blanket advice of 'don't be so god damned boring' was pretty spot on.
Molly Eichel: The only interesting thing about last night was that Ryan Seacrest clearly drunk on Malibu and diet coke shouting out the AT&T fan, telling Crystal "no worries" when she coughed, dancing in the aisle during Tim's song with Michael Sarver. Not to mention the Dunkelman crack! Think he's stressed 'cause Didi Benami called and the strip turned blue?
TB: The night started out with Powersox singing "Saved." She didn't even have to sing during that performance. She could have sailed through on the sheer badassness of that fucking guitar.
ME: Ditto. I'm getting bored of talking about how flat-out fantastic she is. Next? Big Mike redeemed himself after last week's surprise boot-'n'-save with "In the Ghetto."
TB: Best. Elvis. Song. Ever. Good job, Big Mike. I think it's fair to say that Big Mike has made save worth while. He gets the best performance of the night prize because of stellar song choice and total redemption points. Of course, I want to say Powersox, but she's going to be the last one standing anyway, so just let others have their turn.
ME: Yeah, he was good but not fantastic. The vocals were spot-on but the arrangement was sleepy. I'm used to the campier-than-thou version by Elvis white suit and all so it wasn't the stunner that I was hoping for. If Powersox gets the automatic by, I'd have to say that prize has to go to Lee Dewyze's "A Little Less Conversation."
TB: I still think Lee Dewyze is as boring as the Book of Mormon but he's got some chops. He should go reverse Milli Vanilli and be the vocals for some much more charismatic personality.
ME: That's a ludicrous metaphor, Butt-bot, especially considering that Lee has improved immensely when it comes to stage presence. I just wish he was a smudge more attractive. Unlike Casey James, whose got it going on looks-wise but put me to sleep faster than a handful 'ludes with "Lawdy Ms. Clawdy."
TB: I love that Casey goes for the bluesy every now and then but I really don't believe it 100 percent. He comes off as some garage chump who listened to too many of his dad's Stevie Ray Vaughn records. And by too many, I mean one.
ME: And that's why Casey James can never be real famous. Just, like, folk star famous. He needs to Botox his sound right now, just like Siobhan Magnus' "Suspicious Minds." That sounded like some Linda Ronstadt shit.
TB: Seeing Siobhan and Adam in the same room was like an episode of the Twilight Zone where everyone around you looks exactly the same. She seems like she's beginning to think that just because she's 'different' she's just as good, or better than, other people in the competition. ::coughcough::Powersox::coughcough:: Excuse me.
ME: Do you need a lozenge? I would offer you the smooth sounds of Andrew Garcia if I didn't think you'd joke to death on him.
TB: It sucks that Andrew always falls short. I don't think he's getting the cool sucked out of him, as Simon suggests, but he need to nut up. For crissake, there was a bagpipe and didgeridoo last week and Andrew Garcia can't think of one fucking thing to spice his performance up.
ME: This was his wheel house too, old songs he can Garcia up. At first I heard a little Latin flavor in there that I was digging but then it turned into Sucktown where Aaron Kelly had already taken up residence.
TB: I'm going to assume Aaron had never actually heard of Elvis before this week.
ME: But that wasn't surprising, I didn't think he was going to do anything other than bad karaoke, unlike Katie Stevens who pulled it out again with "Baby, What'd You Want Me to Do?" You go, High School!
TB: Last night Katie Stevens picked up the pace in a big way. I think we may have found a true dark horse of the competition.
ME: But oh god. What if she isn't?! What if he wins? Oh, god. Oh god. Nooooooo!
TB: This Tim Urban guy is weaseling his way up in the rankings and I don't like it. The worst part is, America isn't getting dumber but he's getting stronger. If Tim Urban gets any closer to winning, I'm pretty sure there are going to be some dudes from the future who have traveled back in time looking for him so they can kill him and prevent the apocalyptic future-nightmare that awaits us with Tim Urban being crowned American Idol.
h/t TB much funnier and more on point than ME this week. TB wins.
Tim Urban = Turban! Best namogen ever! Thanks for spreading the gospel of the namogen, Seacrest.
Um, yes. Please. Bloody Disgusting called it the Best Worst Film You'll See in 2010.
Birdemic: Shock and Terror will be at the Ritz East on Sat., May 8 at midnight.
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