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Now I Wanna Be Your Dog

Posted in Art, constructions, dolls, etsy, handmade, projects, rock n roll with tags , , , on July 4, 2010 by darcyarts

Iggy Pop impressed me before I ever heard his music. I saw his picture in Creem Magazine and before that in my fave teen music mag, Teenset. It became Aum as the 60s got more and more psychedelic.

He looked great and you would have caught a whiff of his wild boy reputation even if Raw Power had never thrumbed your eardrums.

When I was finally exposed to the Stooges it was a permanent affliction. I love everything about James Osterberg.

I got the head for my Iggy doll sketched and have started embroidering the facial features.

I printed little postcards of the images I wanted to use for inspiration.

Saturday, Frank and I stopped by Barnes and Noble while waiting for Best Buy to open. I found a new Mojo magazine and the large Encyclopedia of Punk (for half price).

It is filled with tons of pictures. I can use it to do future dolls, including the NY Dolls. They will go on Soft Boys list. Arthur “Killer” Kane first.

It has very good close up pix of X and the Cramps, too. On the list! They could have done better by Jeffrey Lee Pierce. I love Gun Club.

My idea to make the Soft Boys in the image of all the musicians who have inspired my over the years came soon after discovering the TV show Crafters Coast to Coast.

That was about 2004 or 2005, so the desire has been stewing since then.  Things must simmer for a while till the skills catch up.

That TV show got me into all kinds of trouble but it definitely put a bee in my creative bonnet. It unleashed my belief that I could get my hand in the game.

Here I am making Soft Boys and actually selling them, making donuts and dolls.

To paraphrase Iggy: Anytime I want I got a right to sew, anytime I want, anytime at all.

I am earning my freedom to create and I love it.

Sometimes it seems, despite our good intentions, real jobs in the real corporate world bog down into petty, confused power struggles and, for me, though it may not be plainly obvious, there’s only so much shit I will take.

If you want to clarify your desires, get your head on straight about power listen to Iggy Pop, the Stooges, Raw Power — I Got a Right.

Play it loud.


Nano Seconds

Posted in constructions, music, shopping with tags , , , , , , , , on July 24, 2009 by darcyarts

Lou Reed is singing The Gun.

I believe Lou Reed is a master. This well crafted song is from his remarkable 1982 album, The Blue Mask.

It’s one of my favorite Lou LPs.

It’s the iPod Nano and iTunes. Far too easy to buy music., too. Far too simple. Far too immediate.

Self control? I’m grazing through the Iggy Pop and then Genius suggests more. And, yes, those do sound good. And, yes, I do need to click on that icon as fast as Genius can pile them up on the screen.

Waves of Fear, also from Blue Mask. Chelsea Girls, a Lou song recorded by Nico. Velvet Underground 1969’s Mr. Rain, of course. Iggy and the Stooges I Got A Right, the incendiary version, give it to me.

Here’s an amazing version of I Got A Right wherein Iggy, sans Stooges, is forced to lipsync. Don’t try to make a Taurus do anything he doesn’t want to do.

Okay, Spacemen 3, if you say so. Did Genius only suggest them because the tune is called Velvet Jam? Must be cuz it’s kinda corny hearing it now for the first time. But weren’t they big time hipster groovers? I expected more.

I began to look at the ever growing list alphabetically. Geez, it’s cool and weird. To listen that way can be rather jarring. Especially since my taste runs from the quietly sublime — Fleet Foxes, Mark Olson, Gary Louris, Robyn Hitchcock (Trains), Erik Satie — to the take no prisoners best of rock.  No, make that Rock, with a big old capital “R” — Stooges, Queens of the Stone Age and in between in the sweet spot, Roxy Music, Robyn Hitchcock, again (Freeze, I Want to Destroy You), Velvets and Meat Puppets.

In the last 10 minutes I heard Roxy Music’s Virginia Plain right up next to Jim Dyar’s Walkin’ On a Ledge. The Queens of the Stone Age with Walking’ On the Side Walk the Lou with Waves of Fear. Dig it, if you’re able, Mabel.

Now I understand why one needs 120 GBs. You just fill it up and get more rad combos. Shock me.

Gnome Goes Out, Stooges Lose One

Posted in Art, film, music, nature with tags , , , , , on March 7, 2009 by darcyarts

Anton Newcombe with shocking pink flowers.

Tempted, last week to buy a subscription to Mojo magazine, a music mag with the greatest photos ever and from all decades, I fought the urge.

I went to Barnes and Noble to check out the new issue and it was just what I wanted. I’d passed on a few in the last six months, trying to watch my spending and not being completely taken by the content. But this one I had to buy.

They are the best source for painting portraits of musicians. I could justify the subscription. It was $83 at Amazon that day. Now it’s up to $90. I pay $10 per mag at B and N.

If I need to check out the details of Arthur Lee’s face, in his prime, I know I can find source material in Mojo.

mojo309Eno, The Stooges, Nick Cave! Yes!

I dived into the Stooges article only to learn belatedly that Ron Asheton had passed away in January. Beside Iggy, he was my favorite Stooge.

Think about that guitar work, boys and girls, and wish Ron a speedy passage to the land of light. Let the tears flow.

The Nick Cave article is great. I learned that he had indeed had an affair with Miss Polly Jean Harvey. But he was far too self-destructive back then and she was far too set on her own self-preservation. Good girl.

I was so sleep deprived the day I bought it that I had to drop the mag halfway through the article and find out about Nick and P.J. the next day. Good gossip about people I don’t know is always worth waiting for.

I once bought a Vogue magazine, something completely against the grain of my common sense, just to see what Jen had to say about Angelina (hiss).

It wasn’t a very cool thing to do.

That’s a paraphrase of Jen’s laid back condemnation of Angie for stealing her husband.

Reading about her magnificent zenned-out Malibu beach-cleansed house made the purchase worth all the pennies I put up. It sounds yummy and green and huge.

If Brad would swap for Angelina he is a dumb ass. I remind you, readers, once again, they were not holding hands at the Academy Awards. Sweetheart partners tend to do that when they are genuinely excited and hopeful that their beloved will be recognized for the hard work they have done on a particular project.

Sean Penn and Robin Wright were true-heart pals.

brianenoboyAlso in Mojo, Brian Eno, here as a brilliant child, is a constant delight.

His brain is one of the sexiest on the planet.

I could watch a 12-hour bio pic of Eno in one sitting.

The dude from Coldplay, Gwenyth’s man, said in the studio (as producer) Eno is the Alpha male.

Eno has worked with Dave Bowie, David Byrne, and big ol’ U2 (hi, Rob Rogers!). David Byrne, Bono and Eno are all Tauruses. Chris Martin is a Pisces.

Brian Eno has made sublime music, art, thoughts, magic and he’s got a sense of humor which is plainly obvious in those 12-year-old eyes. You see.

Adventures in Vegetation

Yesterday, out on a short round of errands with my model gnome along, I decided to take a few photo of the happy gnome posing in the new crop of flowers at Home Depot.

Spring is beginning to show in certain places and it’s time for new gnome pix.

It felt very stealth, like I was doing something forbidden though, really,  I was not.

gnomeinorangeflowerdepotpotIt was difficult to find flowers close enough to the base on which the gnome would sit. Most of the blossoms were too high.

I found some lovely bell like flowers but they were in the shade and too near the check out counter.

Would it seem completely mad to ask permission next time?

“I’d like to take a few pictures of my gnome in your flower pots. Is that okay?”

The clerk would feel they have to call the manager. The manager would become paranoid about my real purpose — was I a corporate spy from a competeing entity? The manager would claim a need to get permission from his overlords.

“What would I be doing with these photographs,” he’d ask.

“Amuse myself,” I’d reply.