From The Future
So I thought I would post some photos of the gallery where my show will be in May-ish. I took these at Jack The Pelican Presents back in January.
Front room.
The Front Door.
Back Room.
Another shot of the Back Room.
Another shot of the Front Room.
It’s a cool space. I’m really excited about showing there. I keep up a little with the obvious, and thankfully I have friends who help me with that… but other then that – I’ve been working a lot for this show. I’m going to post pics soon of some things in progress…
I thought for now though I’d post a drawing I finished last April for all this… it seems like a good time to post it, given who helped inspire the main character in it… So here’s fraction of what I’ve been working on:
Ezra, breaking up fights during the Fan Civil Wars back in the 90’s. Old fans vs. new fans…
From The Book:
".......Oh the Turf Wars stared off simple enough. A dirty look here, a scowl there, and someone would get spit at. Nothing too major there. Then of course would come the Name calling. “Asshole,” “freak,” “bitch.” Again, nothing too major – but then, someone would always have to go, there - “POSEUR”!
“Why don’t you go home and play some fucking Pearl Jam you fucking POSEUR!”
“You’re such a fucking poseur – you only like the band because you saw the video and you think he’s a ‘hottie’! You don’t even like the music.”
“OK, you’re such a big fan – name THREE songs off their last record POSEUR!”
Yes, the term “Poseur” was thrown around a lot back then. In fact, was in fact the most used word of the era, second only to Fuck of course. Oh it got ugly. Once you call someone a poseur – there’s really no turning back from that point. See, you can call someone a “bitch”, or a “pussy” – but once you brought out the big guns and call someone a poseur – it’s going to come to blows.
A Well Dressed Girl backed by two other equally Well Dressed Girls would be seen exchanging insults with a Black-haired Heavily Tattooed Goth, who herself would be backed two equally Fabulous Vampires. One would say “bitch”, the other “cunt”. She’d scream back “freak” the Goth would cry “poseur” and that would be it. Gap Girl would charge Goth Girl and slap her. Gothy would punch Gappy in the nose – blood would be everywhere - it was anarchy.
And then there was the Mosh Pit.
Holy fucking shit. Violent did not even begin to describe the Brutal Trench Warfare taking
place in the pits every night. There was enough carnage in the pits after every show to satisfy the insatiable Blood Lust of Ares himself.
Completely out of fucking control.
Ezra did his best to calm insults before the even had a chance to lead to injury. Ezra would walk among the crowds and try his best to keep the peace.-
-Ezra finally reached the back of the pit uninjured. Obvious Mosses references now flew through the arena. But this was bigger then the Red Sea. Ezra had managed to spit the pit directly in two right down the middle. The channel created in his wake was held back – all be it barely - by two lines of men and a many tough women. Behind them – both sides ceased fighting and faced the center – still pissed and still pushing forward held back only by linked arms and verbal threats.
Ezra walked back through the unstable channel and called out to the fans to calm them down. 'Hey – Guys – People – Cool it!' While most physical fighting had stopped – it was still a highly volatile situation. No fan wanted to kill Ezra – but they still wanted to kill each other just as much as before. Still he walked the channel between the two seething un-barricaded throngs even as they threatened to break forth from their restraints at any second and rush forth to crush him and each other.
'Hey – Listen – you’ve gotta stop this...'”
OK. More soon.
Front room.
The Front Door.
Back Room.
Another shot of the Back Room.
Another shot of the Front Room.
It’s a cool space. I’m really excited about showing there. I keep up a little with the obvious, and thankfully I have friends who help me with that… but other then that – I’ve been working a lot for this show. I’m going to post pics soon of some things in progress…
I thought for now though I’d post a drawing I finished last April for all this… it seems like a good time to post it, given who helped inspire the main character in it… So here’s fraction of what I’ve been working on:
Ezra, breaking up fights during the Fan Civil Wars back in the 90’s. Old fans vs. new fans…
From The Book:
".......Oh the Turf Wars stared off simple enough. A dirty look here, a scowl there, and someone would get spit at. Nothing too major there. Then of course would come the Name calling. “Asshole,” “freak,” “bitch.” Again, nothing too major – but then, someone would always have to go, there - “POSEUR”!
“Why don’t you go home and play some fucking Pearl Jam you fucking POSEUR!”
“You’re such a fucking poseur – you only like the band because you saw the video and you think he’s a ‘hottie’! You don’t even like the music.”
“OK, you’re such a big fan – name THREE songs off their last record POSEUR!”
Yes, the term “Poseur” was thrown around a lot back then. In fact, was in fact the most used word of the era, second only to Fuck of course. Oh it got ugly. Once you call someone a poseur – there’s really no turning back from that point. See, you can call someone a “bitch”, or a “pussy” – but once you brought out the big guns and call someone a poseur – it’s going to come to blows.
A Well Dressed Girl backed by two other equally Well Dressed Girls would be seen exchanging insults with a Black-haired Heavily Tattooed Goth, who herself would be backed two equally Fabulous Vampires. One would say “bitch”, the other “cunt”. She’d scream back “freak” the Goth would cry “poseur” and that would be it. Gap Girl would charge Goth Girl and slap her. Gothy would punch Gappy in the nose – blood would be everywhere - it was anarchy.
And then there was the Mosh Pit.
Holy fucking shit. Violent did not even begin to describe the Brutal Trench Warfare taking
place in the pits every night. There was enough carnage in the pits after every show to satisfy the insatiable Blood Lust of Ares himself.
Completely out of fucking control.
Ezra did his best to calm insults before the even had a chance to lead to injury. Ezra would walk among the crowds and try his best to keep the peace.-
-Ezra finally reached the back of the pit uninjured. Obvious Mosses references now flew through the arena. But this was bigger then the Red Sea. Ezra had managed to spit the pit directly in two right down the middle. The channel created in his wake was held back – all be it barely - by two lines of men and a many tough women. Behind them – both sides ceased fighting and faced the center – still pissed and still pushing forward held back only by linked arms and verbal threats.
Ezra walked back through the unstable channel and called out to the fans to calm them down. 'Hey – Guys – People – Cool it!' While most physical fighting had stopped – it was still a highly volatile situation. No fan wanted to kill Ezra – but they still wanted to kill each other just as much as before. Still he walked the channel between the two seething un-barricaded throngs even as they threatened to break forth from their restraints at any second and rush forth to crush him and each other.
'Hey – Listen – you’ve gotta stop this...'”
OK. More soon.
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