Friday, April 28, 2006


At the conclusion of Kubrick's classic Dr. Strangelove there's a ballet of nuclear explosions set against a wistful "We'll Meet Again". The result was the quintessence of black comedy. More recently, the pairing of music and repetitive declassified atomic test footage has become a genre unto itself.
Tired of the usual grind of skateboard and/or surf movies with their predictable driving guitar soundtracks? Then move on up to countless hours of atomic blast movies, where ANY music score will add to the irony and fun! And, of course, you can easily find 'em on Luckily for you I've done all the hard work and provided the following highlights:

Pure Armageddon abandonment Here

Same footage, different soundtrack Here

Mash-Up style Here

Holocost gone Classical Here

Extremely scary underground blast Here

...and more Here, Here, & Here

Below is my favorite (yet not entirely musical) clip which pits mannequins -"Mr. and Mrs. America"- against a very severe atomic heat rash.

Tuesday, April 25, 2006

Barney Bjork Bbad Bfilm

I recently saw the new Matthew Barney/ Bjork collaborative film Drawing Restraint 9. Barney makes "art" films, see? Although his previous Cremaster Cycle movies could be taxing to sit through, there were some undeniable conceptual high-points which made the whole exercise worthwhile.

Indeed, there are a bunch of highbrow patrons in New York with long-stemmed cigarettes and pillbox hats who like to give Barney ample wads of cash for his undertakings. No expense is spared. Lucky craphound.

Drawing Restraint 9 recycles many of Barney's previous ideas, but without the luster, and brings nothing new to the mix, except Bjork. She sings and prances around, acting typically inscrutable inside the aura of the complete-arteest, possessed by her cadre of muse demons. They say that Barney and Bjork are a very private couple in their personal lives. That's because they don't want to betray the laughs at the dinner table at the expense of the public, who think of them in sacred terms.

In summary, Drawing Restraint 9 is awful and horrible... you could say lousy as well... did I already mention that it was pretentious, completely self-indulgent and tiring too?

Meanwhile, click HERE or HERE to watch Bjork savage a news reporter at a Bangkok airport. Apparently she smashed the woman's head into the concrete multiple times.

Am I sounding like that cranky Andy Rooney again?

Monday, April 24, 2006

Mandatory Viewing

Crunchy Golden Chums of Pop

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Here's my impromptu sketch of The Gold State's performance, which took place earlier this evening on the west-side of LA. It was a good, but too brief, set. Many fine feathered friends attended, ta'boot. Such events are a much better alternative to the usual way I spend my Sundays, which typically means staring off into space and drooling. I'm glad that I didn't have to drive all the way to Pedro or Long Beach this time. From now on, everyone brings their band into my town for my convenience.

Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Treasures from Uncle John's Sock Drawer

Unifinished titles to an unfinished show called "Impact Family". The concept featured a cartoon family (Dottie, Matt & Zoe) flying through space in a car. They continue into deep space searching the dial for a decent radio station, never to be heard from again. All of them wear the same eerie consternated expression for no reason other than I thought it was amusing.

Throw me some money and I'll finish it.

Monday, April 17, 2006

Sunday, April 16, 2006


I actually posted this way back last November. But who would remember that? Plus, now it's on YouTube for all the world to see.

Friday, April 14, 2006

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Thursday, April 13, 2006

And Another Dandy's Inferno Clip

OK, this was all my friend Tony's idea. I was just the hired hand who held the camera and tended to the "stunt cat" between takes. I thought that maybe, just maybe, if I put these movies up here that someone would notice... that I'd get some respect. That's all, just a little respect.


Wednesday, April 12, 2006

Contractual Post

Fellow Kids,

I'm all grown up now and I'm all out of ironic comments. From here on I'm only going to write poetry about seagulls and tips on understanding escrow --plus, delicious new bundt cake recipes. I've consumed enough at Walmart and watched enough TV for 50 men, and now I am made whole in the eyes of social workers everywhere. A distilled and pliant man. I hereby surrender my soul to a future of shuffleboard tournaments and an I.V. line full of iced tea. I used to afraid of this sort of life, surrounded by doilies and porcelain figurines of dutch girls with geese. But, I must say, it's like a pair of soft slippers padding on purple clouds here on the "other side". You'll just have to carry on and don't worry about me.


Meanwhile, here's a nice photo of an old firehouse in downtown LA that I took several months back. They don't make firehouses like they used to. They're not as cute. I think Donald Duck worked here in the 30's.

Monday, April 10, 2006

What's it all about Mr. Aquanaut Man?

Eat your heart out Matthew Barney

A few installation shots from 2001.

In retrospect, I'm not sure what we were thinking, but here's the result. The cowboy video (see previous post) was on the TV looping perpetually. [I dropped a plank of lumber on my foot during construction, shedding a toenail from my big toe. I knew that cowboys don't cry, so neither did I.] There were four installations in the gallery. The LA Weekly reviewed the show but made no mention of Aquanaut. That's the price you pay for being too conceptually firebrand.

inspiration: rolls of southwestern wallpaper

aficionados of fine art and excellent brew;
both of these guys look familiar

a desert oasis mood lamp

generic production still

Saturday, April 08, 2006

Tuesday, April 04, 2006

Mortality and Dated References

Sometimes people ask me, "How do you keep your hands so soft, so supple?" And of course I tell them "Palmolive dishwashing liquid". Then I pick the person off the floor and go on to explain, "Once I discovered how youthful-looking Palmolive detergent got my hands, I began to build a whole lifestyle around it".

Now I top all my foods off with a dollop of Palmolive liquid. I take sips of it from a flask throughout the day. As a result, I have a continuous flow of soap bubbles percolating from my nostrils. People seem to stay their distance (except for asking about my amzingly soft hands). I am at peace.

madge died in '04

Monday, April 03, 2006