They’re usually shown as proud, fearsome creatures, but this depiction seems more realistic. In an awkward stance, gagging as he presents his rainbow wings and oversized talon, Gary is rightly uncomfortable with the whole affair.
Image found at the always enchanting BiblioOdyssey.
Back from a trip to Berlin, Copenhagen, Malmö, and Stockholm. Many photos will go up soon, but first, my pal Peter Bruhn caught this moment of his son Adrian letting me join in on some construction with vintage Plasticant. Believe it or not, I was once that blonde.
Lou Reed, Bob Dylan, Tom Petty and Randy Newman at first annual Farm Aid benefit concert. Photograph by Deborah Feingold. Courtesy Corbis.
What a weird and beautiful mix of dudes. I think I liked the photo better before I knew the context. It was intriguing, like any old party snapshot captured late at night on someone’s back porch — except that this particular party is full of music legends.
It reminded me of this pic:
For no reason other than it’s a nostalgic shot of four people I love, just hangin’ out. And also, they are musical legends too.
O Lucky Man! (1973) by Lindsay Anderson and starring Malcom McDowell is, among many things, an allegory for the pitfalls of capitalism, an avant-garde Forrest Gump, and a musical with performances by Alan Price, formerly of The Animals.
Also starring Rockwell.
Sorry for the shaky shot. That's about as good as I could do with an iPhone and The Palsy.
Tonight, on the eve of California Supreme Court hearings, I marched for the causes of equality and peaceful, respectful protest; and on behalf of my 4 siblings — all active LDS churchgoers, and all opposed to Prop 8. James, Matthew, Marilee, and Deanne: I love you and I'm proud to be your brother. Wish you could be here.
During James’ move we found an unopened poster tube that was mailed to him and me in 2006. The handwriting was unmistakably Dad’s but was strangely neat and clear compared to other things he’d written at the time he was affected by Lewy Body Disease. We opened the tube to reveal eight travel posters he and Mom must have collected during their travels to Europe in the '60s.
Oh...
yeah!
Ben at the 2005 Emerald Bowl, San Francisco CA
After I lounge around a while, soaking in the online inauguration festivities, I’ll be cleaning up Oakland with other Day of Service volunteers. Get on up! Celebrate and serve!
My pals Jineui and JLT just returned from Korea with a New Year gift, their adoptee Olivia. I asked him what it feels like to be a dad:
it feels really, really, really, really good. pretty much better than anything else ever. even better than a really good sandwich, a MAGIC sandwich.
Ok, that’s pretty convincing. Maybe I'll reconsider my long-held stance against having kids of my own.
Carrie Fisher on her relationship with Paul Simon:
We once had a fight (on our honeymoon) where I said: “Not only do I not like you, I don’t like you personally!” We tried to keep the argument going after that but we were laughing too hard.
Paul is on the unfortunate list (with Woody Allen) of artists whose work I love but who are not very lovable. I like them, but I don’t like them personally.
On my list of good artists who are actually good people too? Alan Alda. David Byrne. Gene Wilder.
Here’s a smokin’ performance by Pacific Gas & Electric, a band I just met online 10 minutes ago thanks to my friend Norm (go read about his new book on airbrush art and buy it — you will not be disappointed). Oh glory, there is so much to love about this video — from the sheepish trumpeter, to the guitarist who tears up a great solo despite being physically impaired by an abnormally tiny head and gigantic afro, to the creepy glare from the keyboardist who only gets a shot on camera in the last minute and really makes it count.
