For some time now.. a couple of days at least, I’ve been meaning to post this link to the flickr account of Mr. Johnny Riggs.
As a DJ (and personality or whatever) at a local rock station in the 1990′s, he went around taking all of these photos of my favorite local bands and other assorted rock stars and attractive people and celebrities.
To look at good and horrible musicians of today and yesteryear, as well as a lot of random hpretty girls, as well as one of me in there somewhere.. go see the flickr “photostream.”
Since it’s been forever since I’ve done a real music post, I’m gonna put up a whole LP – and an interesting one at that.
This is the kind of record that makes me want to go out and buy records. I don’t remember where this came from but I doubtless bought it for the Bee Palmer track.
Years ago I wrote about my interest in Bee.
Since then I’ve read more about her here and there, including an interesting mention in Remembering Bix.. I saw a screenplay for “The Bee Palmer Story” on ebay but I didn’t win it.
Okay, big digression there.. carried away on Bee.
Not much about this record online other than this unfactual review.
Apparently this is a collection of “aluminum-based studio recordings” found in an antique shop.
I believe that these recordings comprise the only evidence of a jazz scene character by the name of Bill Alamshah, whose story is told on the back of this album cover. So in 1932-1935 he recorded with these dudes, including Bee aka “Beze”, Louis Prima, David Rose, Gene Krupa and Jess Stacy.
The notes make a few mentions of Alamshah’s love of Louis Armstrong. (show me someone who doesn’t..). Like this: “[Rose and Alamshah] would burn the midnight oil playing [Armstrong] records using sewing machine needles.”
That sounds so dreamy aside from the destroying records part.
Bill’s nickname was “White Louie”..
This LP was released in 83. The typewriter font on the back makes it seem older.. it’s hard to believe that this is the same year that Taco was reviving “Puttin On the Ritz”.
Super weekend.
I got to work on my metal some.
I put a tube setting in this casting, and then burnished liver of sulpher into it with a brass brush. I love this patina technique. Since this is a ring the finish has questionable staying power, but I’m keeping it for myself anyway. The setting isn’t in the center of the ring because it couldn’t really fit in that way… I hope it doesn’t look too screwed up.
And made some new electro-forms because my other attempts got kind of noduled-up.
The only bad thing is the fact that it is raining into my jewelry studio. Oh and the continued problems with my music stuff. I have a great record to put up here but keep having mp3 exporting errors.
The Joy Division and New Order versions are great but the Galaxie 500 version just combines a bunch of perfect things.. since they happen to be one of my other favorite bands.
The instrumental melodies in this song break my heart. I don’t know why. At 2:53. This song sounds like my life feels.
I’m not much for live stuff but this was the only version I could find online.
I love colors.
I have some of these Prismacolor pencils. And a nice pen.
I kind of feel unworthy of nice supplies. (You may remember my sketchbook)
But lately I’ve been trying to sketch ideas for pieces.
And it’s morphed into some journaling as well. A diary of my thoughts about creativity and ideas and sometimes thoughts on art and my place on the fringe of actual art and stuff.
7/23/10:
Junk food appreciation- check.
Art supply appreciation- check.
For fun I thought I’d discuss some foods from Punjab mart on 33rd.
First let me state my opinion that India has the U.S. beat on awesomeness of junk foods. Sure, there may not be as huge of a variety (available here at least) such as late night buffalo chicken taco popper mocha doritos..
And secondly yes.. most of these things are made here in the U.S. but their inspiration came from somewhere.
But anyway this stuff is awesome and cheap and addictive.
These are basically Indian hot pockets. They come in many more traditional varieties. I had about half of one of these for lunch and had to save the other half for later. They’re killer. And at about a dollar each, they offer some savings over hot pockets.
I used to love munching on Chakali in high school. The DC Area had a lot more options for international groceries. For the past 10 years of Baltimore living I hadn’t had these until a few months ago when I asked the cashier at Punjab and he gladly pulled out a bag. They are hard and crunchy and spicy and delicious.
I got one of these things to go with that masala pizza pocket today. To be honest after that combo meal I feel kind of ill, and I only had like 1/3rd of this ice cream soda before accidentally leaving it on the table. If the ingredient order is to be believed, this has more sugar than water. Is that even possible? I cut it with some sparkling water and mellowed out it’s sweetness. Nice rose flavor. If you like eating soap.. which I do.
The one I got was actually bottled/distributed by a company in Baltimore. To be enjoyed in small doses. It claims 2 servings but I prefer to keep it in the fridge/freezer and have a few sips every now and then. More delicious rose flavor. Which you love or hate. Plus YOGURT. As for the more popular mango variety, I could probably gulp one of those down quickly.
The sweet stuff can be a tad overwhelming but those snacks are not to be missed by lovers of junk food.
Any suggestions for snacks or drinks that I ought to try out?
On Tuesday I took a tour of the Evergreen House.
It’s one of those rich-people historic houses where you can ponder their awesome rich-people lifestyle – and in this case, their contribution to the arts or whatever.
Garrett Library at Evergreen House.
You can’t take photos inside the house which is very annoying to me. How else am I going to “blog” about it and stuff?
I thought I could find some on the internet.
Anyway.. it was owned by the Garrett Family, and this Alice Garrett character seems intriguing. She had a theater built in her house so she could entertain guests.
this is the best I could find
They were railroad-heirs and the husband was an ambassador and they collected paintings and stuff. And TONS of books. There is a bathroom full of books. And there is also a bathroom with a gold toilet. Go there.
Or don’t.. because the no photos thing has put more of a damper on this entry than I expected.
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