i draw. and sometimes i post music too. but i make you dig through the pile first to get to the good stuff. oh, and welcome.

Friday, April 16, 2010


i just finished this poster for Built to Spill last night.. if you're around about town, you should consider going. it's worth your dollars.

ETA: i've got some of these posters available at both the Basement Gallery and The Visual Arts Collective.

i've still got this lingering cough- merely a small, annoying reminder of my plague days. i finally gave up on "taking it easy" since no amount of soup, meds, or orange juice seemed to kill it. if i was going to be taken down, it was going to be miserably drinking beer from the confines of my bed. and i'll be damned, armed with six mexican beers, i began to kill the mighty plague.
Dos Equis, you saved my life. you can be my wingman anytime.
whilst on the ill, i admit i watched many a questionable quality entertainments. you tube vids that my pal nikki shared with me about drunk people retelling events in history as it is re-enacted by famous actors like Crispin Glover and Jack Black was memorably among the top. it's juvenile, yes. random video-vomiting aside, there were gems that reminded me of my college days, history major pals, and a bottle of Wild Turkey. i'm going to grace you with one Drunk History below, but for the faint of gut, i warn you there is vomiting shown. and probably some swearing. it's integral to the story though, promise.

(don't be fooled by the drunk history imitators. their vids are considerably lamer.)

last: my spring playlist. enjoy!
miami horror - sometimes

the sounds - beatbox

two door cinema club - something good...(t+f remix)

beach house - take care

decemberists - los angeles, i'm yours

modest mouse - florida

built to spill - car

the wombats - moving to new york

the sounds - no one sleeps
(you can download this song free off their website, which i highly suggest you do. now.)

Monday, April 12, 2010


i emerged from easter weekend with a family feud and a near-black eye (unrelated to family feud). then i was mightily stricken down with a case of The Plague. i blame the biological warfare of cousins and nieces under the age of 8.
the bruise has since healed, while The Plague remains. I have infected all but one in the household. we mainly lay in bed all day and either moan or groan about it, shuffling in slippers to the kitchen in search of either various cold medications or orange juice. there was a minor scare when i hit an orange juice drought yesterday morning, but a call was made and foreign aid arrived in a grocery sack toted by my mother.
i've lost some good days of productive art-making, so i'm pulling a brave move and going off the meds. i should bypass the comas they seduce me into and actually get some work done with the rest of my day.