March 31, 2008
I Went To The Doctor And Guess What She Told Me, Guess What She Told Me?
Jason Nocito.
Tim Barber.
Terry Richardson.
And so much more at -
“BEING TRUE”
Tim Barber, Angela Boatwright, Kenneth Cappello, Poppy De Villeneuve, Cheryl
Dunn, Naomi Harris, Alex Hoerner, Drew Jarrett, Alain Levitt, Jeaneen Lund,
Ari Marcopoulos, Dan Murphy, Jason Nocito, Patrick O'Dell, Mike Piscitelli,
David Ransom, Terry Richardson, Jamel Shabazz, David Perez (Shadi), Brent
Stewart, Ray Potes, Tobin Yelland.
Curated by Emma Reeves and Aaron Rose
April 3rd - April 27, 2008
Opening Reception: April 3, 2008
8pm-midnight
144 N. La Brea Ave.
Los Angeles, CA 90036
Live performance by Mika Miko!!
See you there!
March 30, 2008
At The End Of My Day, When I Lay Down My Head, Nothing Would Please Me Better, Than To Find That You're There When I Wake.
A convincing young tough?
Prize Winners.
White Doggie, you know the drill. It's getting so huge that the Cha Cha is paying us five grand a week.
That's actually a lie. We split a hundred bucks three ways.
Word Attack.
Randy and Rene. I once heard Rene's Father tell him that he is an Aztec God, and should behave accordingly.
Meggo is in town.
Eugene.
Juanny eating up all my birthday cake. It wasn't my regular birthday, which is next month, it was my sober birthday. Seven years sober! Seven years of social anxiety and panic attacks! If anyone out there wants to get me an affordable gift, I am looking for an early Sinead O'Connor shirt, size large. Or an old Yaz shirt. Either one would be fine.
Or a Divine shirt, preferably one that says 'Born To Be Cheap' somewhere on it.
Somebody needs a manicure.
The Lonliness Of The Long Distance Runner.
First timer.
Old timers.
March 29, 2008
Midnight, Raining Outside. You Must Be Soaking Wet.
I am stuffing the long overdue Sads 7", in my living room, right now.
500 copies, white vinyl. Email me with your orders, and prepare to be delighted.
March 28, 2008
I Will Learn To Run With The Big Boys.
Tuesday night, hanging the show for awhile and then running down to The Smell.
To see the debut of Small Breed!
Kyle Mabson.
Jenna Thornhill and Robert Wolfe. This is Small Breed.
How to describe this major new force? Shredding?
Foreboding?
Channeling the ancient spirits of James Brown and Chaka Khan?
Let's stick with indescribable for now, and just say that if you came late and missed it you are bummed.
Throw DSS in the car and run back to the gallery.
The show was starting to take shape. When Luke started painting the inside of the front window I started getting internally excited, shaking like a bowl of soup, yeah.
I was supossed to be helping, but mostly I was just hanging around, getting jazzed.
A lot of scissors and levels.
And a lot of interesting quips from David Kramer, who is turning into quite the comedian. Word is he may be opening an open mic comedy venue on Fairfax in the old Nova Express locale. Catch his act if you can!
And then DSS and I headed back to The Smell to see Abe Vigoda play their first show in a while, with Reggie drumming with one arm only.
And it was thee good shit.
David got hisself a velvet jacket.
Abe Vidancers.
And look at how chisled Juan is looking.
Spent.
There goes the one armer now!
Vis This.
Tiny Creatures
March, 29 2008 at Art Show no. 9, with Family Bookstore, and the Smell! "The Three Burritos"
628 N. Alvarado St., Los Angeles, California 90026
Cost : free
Tiny Creatures is co curating art show no. 9 with jim smith from the smell and david kramar from family bookstore. 12 artists, three community centers, in one small little space equals good times. Artists: Athena, Broccoli, Cali De Witt, Claire Cronin, Faith Forbes, Jerry Hsu, Jesse Spears, Kevin Spanky Long, Matthew Hopkins, Pocahaunted: Amanda and Bethany, and Sammy Harkham. More TBA!
Please come!
March 27, 2008
He Could Have Reached Out And Touched Me But He Didn't See Me At All.
At the Sunset Ranch in Beachwood Canyon.
On our horses, Rebel and Ruby.
Things were looking good high up in the Hollywood Hills.
Nice tooth! Also, we had to wear these helmets, and every other cowboy/cowgirl/cow person we rode by was helmetless. We were clearly horse renters and beginners.
The ride starts at the top of Beachwood, and then you ride over the hill into the Valley.
Also, even though it's called a 'private ride', you have a guide. That means you can't really go nuts and gallop all over the place.
So walking is cool, but both of us wanted to run, to go nuts.
Entering Burbank.
Crossing the LA River on horseback. The way of the Ancients.
Sweet.
Our guide, Karen, drops us off for dinner. It was nearly a two hour ride to get there.
Flag of Mexico?
Two thumbs down on the food, two thumbs way up on atmosphere. (Atmos)
So then you saddle back up and do the same ride back, and it's in the dark, so it's a whole new kind of exciting!
Tunnel under the 134 freeway.
Two things. The view was endlessly indredible, and as we approached the four hour mark my ass felt totally destroyed.
Mere moments after Jenna's horse tried to buck her off.
Sleeping.
At the end we got to feed our trusty steeds many carrots.
"Wanna watch him roll around in the dirt?"
And this little doggie buddy walks you to your car! Sunset Ranch in Hollywood. If you live here, do the damn thing.
And a reminder, tonight at Hope, our first major opening, 'Tableau Ya Mind' by Sumi Ink Club. I am so, so excited. And also, today I have seven years stone sober. Figure that one out.
March 26, 2008
Reach The Beach.
1st day of Spring came and it was hot! JT and I drove to the beach to swim.
We were both eager to try out our sea costumes.
And frolicking ensued. Later in the day we went horseback riding, and THAT story is forthcoming.
March 25, 2008
Small Beaxt.
This is tonight. Small Breed debut and Reggie drumming with one arm only.
Tell Me Something Good.
On a warm Echo Park evening something very exciting and unusual happened.
A rare performance by the mysterious and enigmatic :).
You have to pay attention.
Stop for the amount of time it takes to blink a common human eye and you'll miss :) everytime.
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Now you know. Do not sleep on this.
March 24, 2008
Motion Perfected.
Wildly writhing with joy.
Beau, who recently survived a tangle with a coyote.
And Mr. C, who has hair on his ears that is as soft as God's own.
March 22, 2008
And My Whole Heart Cries Out.
Angry white dog.
The best/worst record cover ever?
Small Breed member.
Dancer and romancer.
Aaron in the Teardrops parka!
And my Baby Brother knows he should have moved here long ago.
Juan feels lust.
"I'm sitting here talking with my Baby, over cigarettes and coffee."
John Weise claims to have never, in his life entire, heard Fleetwood Mac.
And Chris had a yard sale where I bought CD's from, among others, Rites Of Spring, Embrace, Earth Crisis and Uniform Choice. For a dollar each.
DJ IPOD.
Dogpile.
Tableau Ya Mind.
First opening at Hope. Next Thursday the 27th at 7:30 PM. Sumi Ink Club. The honor is truly ours!
March 21, 2008
Before I Let You Take Me Home.
Final morning in Texas. Blue lighters.
Goodbyes on the corner. They are driving home, I am flying.
I went to the airport, got on the plane. Everyone on the plane is swollen and hungover but Bryan and I. I landed just in time.
In time to go and see the Boredoms!
Arguably the best band on Earth.
Child of Boredoms asleep in a merch box. 'Cars' Crocs.
See them and be transported. They are from Beyond. Truly.
The tech who had to tune this thing and change the broken strings had his work cut out for him.
Everybody happy nowadays.
March 19, 2008
Behold! I Show You A Mystery!
Because of high demand, the 'Dead Plane' 12" from No Age has been repressed.
500 copies. Blue vinyl. Email me to order.
March 18, 2008
This Is A Picture I Have Of Gluttony.
Austin thriftshop dead stock.
An ode to Boston Hardcore.
Aska and Camille getting gussied up over coffee.
A picture of my friend John Sharkey.
The next day, Camille missed her flight and rode home with the Moonrats to LA.
Bounces.
Show number eleven, at Mrs. Bea's.
Warm wind, sun setting.
Pretty perfect.
This is Gabe Holcombe from Kansas. We were previously only internet and mail friends but I now know his human form. He sends me awesome zines and cassettes in the mail. Hi Gabe!
One can Natural Light + one package Emergen-C =
Health food.
Mikey Bones.
Kicking a couple around.
Dinnertime. This is a picture I have of gluttony.
John Sharkey and his band Clockcleaner.
At the Load Records showcase.
At this point it is 2AM. Jenna and I are walking around with no place to call our own. All hotels are booked. Everyone else is out at shit like the Vice party. We walked along the freeway checking for vacancies at roadside motels. Nothing. I called every hotel on the downtown skyline and came up empty handed until..
This young man at the Marriot got us the room we so richly deserved.
Oh how nice!
This is a picture I have of gluttony.
Clam shaped wash cloths. The high life is real and it is deserved.
March 17, 2008
Singing Us Into A Kind Of Sleep We Hadn't Tried Yet.
In the morning I went to Joe's, my favorite place to get coffee in Austin, and met up with my life partner Aaron. He was there premiering his new movie, 'Beautiful Losers'! Theatrical release coming in June.
Camille arrived from LA, Nick Letson arrived from Tucson.
I went over to watch Bryan sign copies of 'Punk Is Dead' and ran into The Spits.
He signed 250 books in 45 minutes!
Holy shit, Seymour Stein waited in line for a book!
Congratulations you old kodiak!
You've earned that beer!
Beer glow.
Walked over to some other thing that had a swimming pool, saw Lo there. She had some weird makeup on.
Hotdog!
Aaron never gets hot.
I had the unexpected pleasure of running into the great Gabe Kerbrat. All man.
Camille and I took a pedicab back across town.
To see Mika Miko play what I think was their 7th show in two days.
Saxophone fish.
Brittney w/ her doppleganger.
I met this radical dude, Russell Etchen, at Mrs. Beas, arguably the best place to hang in Austin. He and I were formally only internet friends, and I am pleased to have met him in human form. He runs the great store Domy Books in Houston, and is about to open another in Austin. He is making sure that the people of Texas can get all that good stuff!
Other fine humans.
Mrs Bea's parking lot.
Mrs. Bea's dancefloor.
Killers.
Another pedicab ride.
To the party on the pedestrian bridge where No Age, Fucked Up and Brutal Knights were playing.
It was way too nuts crowded, the bridge was moving like an earthquake, it was like 3am.
Bryan was happy as a king. Another 100 books went out to the kids.
Spunt's glow.
Gymnasts.
Men in love.
4am. Let's go to bed.
March 16, 2008
Give Me Just A Little More Time!
So I guess the Sheraton kind of dicked us? Bryan and I were supossed to have some kind of two room suite and they gave us one room with one bed. I don't want to share a bed with Bryan, it's like sharing a bed with a kodiak.
Jenna on the roll-away. ROLL-AWAY.
The truth.
No Age on a rooftop.
Randy Randall on a speaker stack. I came all the way to Austin and I just watched No Age and Mika Miko play three times a day. It's like I never left LA, but you know, just because I'm in Texas doesn't change the fact that these are the bext bands.
Those new good boots.
Mika Miko, 3rd show of twelve. White Dog for days on end.
I walked over to Beerland with Bryan.
And saw Sex/Vid! Hi DJ!
Cro Mags shirt. I got winded in the pit by accident. Winded! Can you believe that shit?
Got the kodiak a hot dog.
At around 2am Mika Miko played at The Childrens Museum. This crusty old shaggy fellow commandeered Kate's drums. Turns out he is in Motorhead.
He wanted to 'jam'.
but eventually had to be chased away for trying to play bar rock.
This show was bonkers. Lucky Dragon luke projected a whitish dog on the wall the whole time. Someone on the balcony puked onto the drumset.
Did the Museum employee who put this on get in trouble the following day? I don't know.
Tableau Ya Mind.
This is an actual photo of a sing along in a van.
Singing along to Blink 182. That's the real off the hooks.
And finally, at 4am, I made it to my bed for the night, and this was the view from the pillows.
March 14, 2008
What Is Not But Could Be If.
Diaz at Round Table.
Everyone at Round Table.
Because, Darling, LOOK WHO WAS IN TOWN FOR THE DAY! It's Baby Gus!
Cruisin.
My dear sister in law, Leslie.
My brother. Even tortured writers like pizza.
Macho, but not too.
I would like to spend more time with this little sucker.
Clearly destined for greatness.
But they had to go, something about an In-Law birthday. Goodbye, Sweet Nephew! Goodbye Leslie and Pat!
Later on, lovers at White Dog.
Andy Coronado and Sir DSS.
Girlfriend.
Faraway eyes.
Only the greats.
I've got so much brother on my mind.
Sweetie, mid-stream. In the morning I flew to Texas, where I am now. TEXAS.
March 12, 2008
March 11, 2008
Because This Is My Life And There Is Our Life.
So many pictures of all three days of Beaxt Feaxt follow. The Beaxt Feaxt entire, if you will.
John Wiese / Sex Pose.
JFK.
Clare.
Bethany, Diva and Amanda, ready to receive the hungry.
Sage Vaughn.
Jesse wore a yellow cape.
See?
Camille Idoya.
Bryan and Dayna.
And a moment of pre-service jitters.
Amanda and Diva, professionally known as Crops and Rawbers prepared all food, and all food was raw, and vegan. On this first night it was Italian. All fresh, all delicious, all impressive.
Hi Wendy Yao.
Hi Cobrasnake.
Success! Warmth and community! The gallery is so small that with 5 tables and 35 chairs with people in them it felt like a submarine in there!
Camille handled the donations. Thanks Camille! Thanks donators!
Sidewalk after hang. It was a real Springtime night, Springtime weekend.
Back from Europe for one day, Aaron! Hi pal, hi Amber.
Robert's leg.
Black Black played once the tables were folded up.
I wondered the whole time they played, would the neighbors upstairs complain? They did not.
Friday night ended pleasantly, triumphantly. No problems, the cops came only once and just looked a little confused.
Saturday night. Covering expenses. Vegetable money.
Oh there's JT and Juan!
Arty Nelson.
Jeff Choke and Anton.
The High Priestess of White Dogs.
Sammy / Family man.
Romance is alive.
See? Romance.
How great to have my brother Nick living right down the road.
Old guys.
Clavin and Hall.
And Jenna handled the donations on Saturday.
After the Mexican food, spirits run high outside.
Arlie and Goth Joel.
Nate Walton has freed himself of his mustache.
Harringbone.
Me and Baby Brother. After this Pocahaunted played, and were amazing and transcedant, but there are no pictures of this. It exsists only in the ether, and the memories of those present.
The next morning. Sunday brunch.
Aska.
A wonderful and warm day. Awakenings.
How much time will be spent on this sidewalk in the coming months? SO MUCH.
French toast.
Engaged to be.
The entire weekend was exhausting and amazing and I think, a success.
I am so grateful to everyone who came,and to everyone who helped. Over one hundred people in the community came and ate and hung out.
Most of all I am grateful to Crops and Rawbers, who were tireless and made enough awesome food for everyone who came. Thank you for taking a chance on this brand new gallery!
So much!
March 09, 2008
March 08, 2008
Oh Teachers Are My Lessons Done?
Silver Daggers played at the very, very crowded Nieves exhibition at Ooga Booga.
The mysterious arm of Arlie Carstens.
Let's get outta here!
March 06, 2008
Let Me Put My Arms Around Your Head.
That olde White Dogge again.
Best song of the night - Judy Garland 'Pretty Girl Milking A Cow'.
Good old Clare! Look at that Nomi-esque dress!
Jealous of Jenna's White Dog shirt? Well you should be. That shit is bomb.
This is what it looks like when Juan plays Pigbag.
Bryan and Nick!
In the dictionary, under the definition of 'That Good Shit', this is the accompanying photo.
Three in a row from Grace Jones, and then, Cocksparrer.
Tamale boys.
Nieves @ Ooga Booga Tonight!
Silver Daggers play live! Brendan Fowler DJ's!
March 05, 2008
They Say The Neon Lights Are Bright On Broadway.
This is happening this weekend. It's going to be a Beaxt Feaxt. Space is so limited for dinner on both Friday and Saturday that I recommend coming between noon and 3pm on Sunday for brunch and hanging. All raw vegan delights prepared by Crops and Rawbers, and a nice afternoon hang on the Blvd.
The gallery is SOOO white inside. A white dog would be lost in there. It's like a snowstorm.
Bright white.
And look who's home! Sir DSS back from a successful Sads Euro tour!
And also, my very own Baby Brother, Nicholas deWitt is here and he is here to stay! This is him on his new balcony overlooking Echo Park Lake!
Truly these are exciting times!
March 04, 2008
And La La La La La La La La La La Means I Love You.
White Dogge tomorrow night at the olde Cha Cha. 10 - 2. Come dressed as a common silkworm and I will personally buy you the drink of your choosing.
March 03, 2008
You Could Be A Shadow.
Oh Darling, WHO is THAT?
OK Randy, if you want your friends to write on your face, then we will write on your face.
On the eyelids.
We were taking a break from painting the gallery. This weekend the gallery will be transformed into a magical place called 'Beaxt Feaxt'.
On the mouf.
Spears waiting her turn.
And getting her turn.
And Reggie just showing up and being confused.
We are all coming out of the Winter hibernation. I have detected many awakenings.
Randy giving birth to himself.
Born.
Rebirth.
Smash. Smaeshed.
How excited am I to watch what happens with the gallery?
How excited am I to watch what is born in and around this little storefront?
Very.
March 02, 2008
We Offer Elegance For The Individualist.
That good deli, Brent's, in Northridge.
And that good brisket.
Wind storm in the high valley.
On the edge of the cliff.
I love Northridge, I love the Valley.
March 01, 2008
Plunging Into The Brute Arms Of A Gentle Idiot.
Giving all propers to Family on the night of their one year anniversary and group show.
A group show that was both incredibly curated and impossible to see as both inside and out were as tight as a sardine can.
Kime Buzzelli.
And another new tattoo.
Reggie and his broken wrist. The reason Abe Vigoda won't be playing for the next month.
Thank you, Sammy Harkam, for everything.
Ooga Booga and Hamburger Eyes.
Nate Walton. And in other Nate news, Nate Harringbone offered up this review of the Family anniversary - "Post-last-day-of-school/grad night vibe for sure, electricity was in the air."