Drink up, its only gonna get worse.
11.22.09 : JR Ewing :
8 or 9 of us local Seattle Photographers started a group to stay creating fun shots each week as well as collaborate/critique/expand..
This week our photo group assignments were to each write a one sentence storyline and add them to a pile. We each picked randomly out of the pile. My storyline was “He knows he’s being followed…”
I wanted to put a twist on the most likely way of interpreting it. Instead of doing a stalker/cinemtatic/following idea I used followed how its more commonly heard these days. Twitter. I documented a day in the life of “being followed” from our friend PHEED. who Tweets for himself as well as the more popular Poor Life Choices
Our Photo Group will be posting all entries and info on our new blog..Add it to your blog list and keep track of some great photos from some cool peeps (should be up sooon!)
11.21.09 : JR Ewing :
Baddest Mic In South Boston, God bless you Whitey, you are missed
Evidence of Things Not Seen. Baldwins fire
Theme for English B
Hope my puNctuation and Grammar was on point…
11.21.09 : JR Ewing :
Damask Tattoo, seriously coming up, New studio check em out. Christy Brooker, one of these movers in the industry, committed to making Tattooing a more viable industry, she’s wicked quick with that needle and kinda like a ninja.
11.21.09 : JR Ewing :
The Stranger, If I need somein to read while I’m eating Fuh ille pick one up However I’m a Little dissapointed in the publication. For example I think the Recent article on FENCES was written by someone who missed the mark, failed to comprehend the levity of the situation he was interviewing. Eric Grandy missed some key stuff, Grandy writes:
“But it was also a period of depressive drinking, which Mansfield talks about with an evasiveness that suggests he either wants to forget those benders or else really has trouble remembering them…He has just enough going against him, as well: a slightly troubled but more or less taken-care-of past, wall-to-wall tattoos, a brooding demeanor—he could be the kind of damaged, bad-for-you heartthrob that the Northwest hasn’t convincingly produced since Elliott Smith.”
These were just two examples that seemed obtuse, That and He said “to fences credit” Fences Albums, the life, the stay in rehab every moment up to that interview and every moment after is to his credit. Credit isnt yours to give or take to Fences… Also saying that something as meaningless as a tattoo could be “going against him” Give me a break, You missed the Zeitgeist of this generation ( they send this guy to interview us), if we are going for top down prestige maybe, Fences appeal is from bottom up Prestige though… He missed that point. Some people never go crazy. What truly horrible lives they must lead. ” The Brooding Demeanor” is only brooding if your coming from the top down position, looking up from the bottom it comes off as real, uninhibited and quite frankly …Desperate ( in all the right ways). It’s not that we hate people… “we just feel better when their not around”.Funny, Mr. mansfield stopped by the shop yesterday, Zeb has that Keep Your Chin Up Fenses Shirt on. I think about the article in the stranger that he was expoed in, talkin bout the drinkin an shit. For me, everyones looking for an excuse to drink, trivia night, Last hoo rah at the fucking war room and I’m trying to think of a reason not to drink and nothing comes to mind… Fenses extends a shaking hand for me to shake ” my names chris” and the keep your chin up holds a double meaning. Some of us are trying to find a reason to wait till 11 to crack the first one, or to get out of bed to do it, its not the big stuff but the crushing ordinarieness of life… So many days waking up saying, “ille never drink again and within an hour ya got a scotch and a spliff and your thinking, why the fuck did it take me till noon to start doing this? anyway, this isn’t about Fences and his terminal uniqueness, Art is the lives we lead, not the painting or the album. Cat who wrote that article missed that, untill we have some shit where we controll whats being published, then art will remain a commodity. Even Eric Grandys title “bad boy gone good” failed. This isnt about bad or good, right or wrong its about trying to reconcile within ourselves the fact that in order to make a living as an artist we have to give interviews to people like you Grandy… Keep ya chin up.
11.21.09 : JR Ewing :
Shooter asked us shop guys to let yall (the Publik) in on a little of what were thinking, so here We start… This Rant will be the bigining of a series of rants, posted every THURSDAY called TERMINALY UNIQUE THURSDAYS. I’m Having trouble understanding what is so cool about the hill, I leaved and came back and I’m not seeing it. It’s funny how our generations contribution to culture can be boiled down to a tee shirt or some peruvian fueled conversation at Linda’s, I swear to god if I see one more pair of white sunglasses I’m going to cry, Is this the only thing in between me and the screeching nothing? If so than I might as well take off now.
Some days I wake up and wonder why it’s like this, why Art has become a comodity, rather than ” the excrement of art, the real Art being the person who shit it out. Their lives being the actual art!” I wonder why popular ( and I use the term souly in the vernacular sense) people have to Buy things that other people have made to express their individuality in order to express their individuality. I wonder why it is that I’m Not much but I’m all I ever seem to think about. Its tragic, what passes as a contribution to culture. You can’t be a hipster and an artist, by definition.Norman Mailer’s The White Negroe Breaks it down, James Baldwin Breaks Mailers shit down and on down the line. It Takes Guts to grow up and become the person you were supposed to be, all these scensters got no guts, living out lives of quiet desperation inbetween cocktail hours at hipster hot spots…… Fences Stopped by to the shop Here is a picture if you are sick of reading…
This morning, im at starbucks. I pay for my coffee and the girl is changing my twenty. In an apethetic monotone she rehearses ” hows your day going”. She didnt even look up from her till. I pause and I ask her “whats the standard answer to that question?” she looks at me confused (because thats not the next line in the script) and she says”fine… I guess”
“thats right, fine, thatss the standard answer isnt it. but theyre not fine so why would they say that
“I guess to have a conversation?”
” a meaningless one though.”
” ya I guess a meani gless one”
” so the question is whats more meaningless, the meaningless conversation. or the meaningless conversation we never have?” so later that day Im buying a donut and the attendee goes, so how you doing. I deviate from the script and say, just awfull. Im sorry (she brings it back to the script) what can I get you, without missing a beat.
I straddle the line between humanity and humanoid creatures that are human on the outside but lack hummanity. The line exists souly within my head. Im thinking, one day that donut girl might wake up, much closer to the end than to the begining and she will be scared shitless. scared because death will be definable, it will haVE features and maybe shell think about how the thing she was supposed to do was bring donuts with a little bit of hummanity. So is this it, all of life is reduced to the common ruble of benality and the only thing in between me and the shrieking nothingness is these scripted bullshit motions that im supposed to go through. It’s just polishing the brass on the titanic. So you see it isn’t the school or the car or the life stuff, its all the bullshit details that kill me…. We are Having a sale on Black Friday, wicked deals be here early and get a free kitten.
11.19.09 : JR Ewing :
African Debt collectors commitment to humane extraction of funds…
11.18.09 : JR Ewing :