Friday, October 24, 2008

My taste rules; your taste is sorryass at best

It is a very strange experience to find that someone whose taste you usually admire likes weird music.

Not that the stuff wasn't listenable....some of it...I mean, at least it wasn't 'Madman Across The Water' while you're stuck in an elevator, right...but yeah. I was so puzzled. I ALWAYS like this guys' suggestions. About EVERYTHING.

I shot the dude an e-mail accusing him of fucking around.

He wasn't.

"Its difficult! Try it!" he retorted. 'It' being, come up with the names of 100 songs by 100 different artists right off the top of your head that you like.

Hell yes its difficult; mainly because I never remember the names of songs. Still, you aren't going to know what I mean if I go 'that one by those guys that has that 'DA DADADADA rrrrrOOOOOW' kind of guitar riff in the middle' since that describes most of the songs I like anyway and thats no help for a whole variety of reasons, so I had to resort to YouTube, Amazon Music and my own music collection. I did try to be honest at least as far as trying to find the songs I had in mind. And the different artists thing? Yeah, fail. I cheated the terms of this meme all to fuck. Send the meme police.

Don't ask me where this taste came from. I grew up in the middle of a suburban wasteland that rang to the tinny sounds of Donny Osmond and the Monkees. My parents liked country and western, show tunes, Lawrence Welk and Scandanavian folk music.

So here you go, heres a few of my favorite ditties. Do try and have good speakers; change the batteries in your hearing aid...pacemaker too, come to think of it. Things may spontaneously combust. And watch it with the John Lee Hooker; the love of God will come down upon you heavily and you will be slain in the Spirit.


Nine Inch Nails: Only, Closer, Capital G

JOHN LEE HOOKER: Bad Like Jessie James, Hobo Blues, Boom Boom, Crawlin King Snake, Serve Me Right To Suffer, Boogie Chillun, Tupelo, I'm in the Mood, Need Love So Bad, Big Legs Tight Skirt, Chicken and Gravy, Gonna Use My Rod, 1 Room Country Shack, Red House

Allman Brothers: Midnight Rider, Whipping Post

Foghat: Slow Ride, Honey Hush

ZZ Top: Asleep in the Desert, Nationwide, La Grange, Manic Mechanic, Chicago

Steely Dan: Chain Lightning, Show Biz Kids, Black Friday, Do it Again, Kid Charlemagne, Jack of Speed, Any Major Dude, Pretzel Logic

Curtis Mayfield: Superfly

White Zombie: Grease Paint, Return of the Phantom Stranger, Blood Milk Sky, Children of the Grave, The Devils Rejects, Let It all Bleed Out, 17 Year Locust, Foxy Foxy, Meet the Creeper, Death of it All

Rob Zombie: Brickhouse, More Human Than Human, I'm Your Boogieman, Living Dead Girl

Mandrill: Fencewalk

PFunk Allstars: Give Up the Funk, Up For the Downstroke

Earth, Wind and Fire: September, Shining Star, The Way of the World, Gratitude

Slave: Great American Funk Song

Funkadelic: Get off Your Ass and Jam, Good to Your Earhole

Ohio Players: Love Rollercoaster, Fire, Funky Worm (thats like seven cans of shaving powder; man, thats funky!) Skin Tight

War: Slippin' into Darkness, The World is a Ghetto, Cisco Kid, Lowrider

Robin Trower: Everything. no seriously, everything the man recorded.

Edwin Star: War, Funky Music, Turn Me On

Robert Johnson: Crossroads

Leadbelly: Where Did You Sleep Last Night, Goodnight Irene

Lightning Hopkins: Baby Please Don't Go, Mojo Hand

Blind Willie Johnson: Dark Was The Night, Cold Was the Ground

George Thorogood: I Drink Alone

Rare Earth: I'm loving you, Celebrate, Born To Wander, Big Brother

Al Greene: Lets Stay Together (may cause spontaneous orgasm)

Joe Cocker: Feelin' All Right, Love the One You're With, Unchain My Heart, Lets Go Get Stoned, Delta Lady, She Came In Through the Bedroom Window, The Letter

Sly Stone: Thank You For Letting Me Be Myself, Hot Fun, Dance To The Music, Family Affair, If You Want Me To Stay

Rufus and Chaka Khan: Tell Me Something Good, Sweet Thang, Once You Get Started, You Got The Love, Rufusized, Stompin at the Savoy

Creedence Clearwater Revival: Born on the Bayou, Grapevine, Hey Tonight, Late Night Drive, See the Light, Green River, Run Through the Jungle, Down on the Corner, Graveyard Train, Up around the Bend, Keep on Chooglin, Midnight Special

Standells: Dirty Water

Aretha Franklin: Chain of Fools, Respect, I Never Loved a Man, Natural Woman, You Send Me

Alice In Chains: Rooster, Them Bones, Man in the Box

Neal Young: Just too many

Led Zep: Ditto

Hendrix: Oh yeah

...there. That oughtta school ya.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

Stickin' shit on other shit and calling it Art

...But first, the Rancho FirstNations Halloween Pumpkin Spectacular!!!!

From left to right:

Scary Face, by The Goonybird
Domo, by The Lucky Bastard
Opies' Butthole, by FirstNations (after Kurt Vonnegut)


OK. Here are some FirstNations collages.

This is an example of the refined technique. This one was made from hand-tinted papers (MY hand, chillun) The colors are actually a lot more saturated than this but its early morning here and the light is all white and reflected so its washed out. Deal.
Does it have a name? NO IT DOES NOT HAVE A NAME. WHAT ON EARTH WOULD YOU NAME THIS? CHUCK? DONALD? WHAT? Fine. It's named 'Donald'. Are you happy? Meet fricken' Donald the collage.

This whole wall is a collage.

I always wanted to do a work using a single color with just the textures and edges as the prominent features. It is navy blue here....other times it's indigo or black, and gives back a single color. In the morning light, or in any reflected light, suddenly the pattern becomes evident-not jarringly so, but enough to make you go 'wha...?" and look closer.

This is a collage in a frame, hanging on another collage that is on another wall. ITS COLLAGE OVERKILL AT RANCHO FIRSTNATIONS! WE'RE KURAAAAAAAAAAAAAZY!

The one in the frame actually has a name; its called 'Newgrange'. (Points given to anyone who can guess why.) The wall is just old civil war era sheet music that I fell in love with and had to use. It has no name. It is a nameless wall.

Here is one that hangs out in the Yummy Bikers garage.(Yes, he has framed art in his garage.)

This one is made out of old thrashed, rat-chewed Easyrider Magazines that Lame George gave us right before he was incarcerated (the first time.) It's done using traditional collage technique, which explains the lumpiness.

This is the door to the spray booth in the garage with a little Sponge Bob figurine stuck to it.

Yes I did that too. Because everyone needs an illuminated door in their garage.

Here is another old school technique collage.

Its made out of this lady's old cookbook and recipe collection that I scored at an auction preview. Two of the recipes are X-rated pass-along folklore things; 'How To Make An Angel Cake'. I think its charming!

Same technique. Another womans old recipe collection. I scored this one at an estate sale.

At first you think 'what kind of heartless asshole would sell something like this? This is a treasure!' Until you look at the recipes and realize that gramma made things like cherries and black olives in Jello.
I'm dead serious. Thats one of the recipes here.

So yes, not heartless; prudent.