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Last September, when I flew from Toronto to Mexico City, I referred to the journey (to myself) as the America Burger. I was flying between countries that sandwich the United States. I began this drawing before I left Toronto, got about 80% of it done in the hotel room I stayed in when I first arrived here. It has sat unfinished within my iPod for nearly nine months. But finally, it is finished. All that needed doing was a couple of slices of onion. I am a lazy bugger. I tried to draw the contents of the burger to resemble the shape of a map of the contiguous United States.
More finger painting here.
Seems to me that using the radio mast as the letter “I” in the logo is kinda wrong. It looks too much like an “A”. If only there was an “A” in the word “radio” that they could’ve used…
(This is gonna be an exercise in quickly re-writing a blog post that I wrote and then, for some idiotic reason, closed the text doc without saving. Here goes.)
I went to see a live band last night. Apart from seeing a cumbia mexicana band called Los Ángeles Azules in a club in February, this was the first band I’ve seen live since I saw My Bloody Valentine in April 2009. Last night I saw a band I’d never heard of before: Empire of the Sun. A friend of mine managed to get a bunch of tickets, so some friends and I went along. I’d probably not have bothered going ordinarily, but they were playing at Six Flags. So it was the thought of an amusement park that sold me more than the music.
I took the subway to my mate’s place, so we could drive to Six Flags in the southwest of the city. To get there, you drive on an elevated road, many, many metres above the ground. You get a good view, but the pessimist in me couldn’t help but think how big a drop it was were there to be a crash. Oh, and when I was at the subway station, I saw a bland man. Stick, dark glasses. And headphones. Headphones!? If one of my senses was missing, I’m not sure I’d be wanting to lose another on purpose. But, if he’s happy, fair play to him. Plus it did make me think that maybe in the future, GPS technology will have advanced to a point where a blind person could get a real time talk-through of the route he or she is taking.
We arrived at Six Flags around 5pm. And, err, the rides and stuff closed at 6pm. Thanks for that. When a concert is at an amusement park, I don’t think it’s wilful self-delusion to assume that the rides will be open. It seems that that is part of the selling point of a show there. We had time to go on one ride: Superman – El Último Escape. Apart from a few pictures and logos, there wasn’t much Superman-ness about it. The queue snaked around for about an hour. An hour that I spent without glasses. I didn’t want to wear them on the ride, so left them with a non-rollering friend. The world shrinks when I’m not wearing my specs. I can’t see very far at all. Plus, I feel self-conscious. My friends don’t normally see me without them. Eventually, we get to the ride, get in the cars, and up up up. Up 66 metres to the highest point then plunge-y, roller-y, coaster-y for 90 seconds. And an aftermath of weak legs.
The sectioned-off area where the concert would be was closed until 8pm. The rides closed at 6pm. And, err, pretty much everything else was closed too. The only place to eat or drink was a Johnny Rockets burger place. Understandably, it was very busy. We queued and got the only food they had on offer, a combo meal that they called Johnny Rockets Single. But, as you can see in the photo below, they couldn’t even spell the name of their restuarant correctly on the menu. And the burger was disgusting. Even the outside of the bun was greasy. I was pretty hungry, though, so I ate it. But afterwards, and for the first time in my life, I seriously thought about going to the bathroom to puke it out of my belly. The grease made me queasy. And left me a bit queasy all night, and for a portion of this morning, too.
Time for some booze. But, all they had was not-cold Corona. Inside the concert area, there was other stuff, but we weren’t in there. So we went to the car to get at the bottle of whiskey someone brought. After a couple of aborted attempts to decant the booze into plastic bags so it could be smuggled in, my friend Louis had a simple idea. We put it all in a paper Coke cup that someone had brought out from the amusement park, and when we approached the gate, he went off to the side and left the cup in a place next to some railings. Through security, and he went and grabbed the cup. A couple of Cokes bought, and we all had some drinks for a while.
The support band came on around 10pm. They were called Holger. A Mexican band. They reminded me of Vince Noir’s band in The Mighty Boosh. Not in a good way. So, onto the headliners. I’d seen posters around town with a picture of a dude dressed up all funny, and kind of assumed it was just a picture, not a picture of the singer. When they came on stage in stupid robes and silly headgear, with dancers all looking like a 1970s cheap TV show about space-y nightclub dancers… well, I very literally laughed out loud. You people are ridiculous!
And the music. I dunno. It’s tough to judge this kind of music live. It just seemed that there were no songs. Just a bunch of sparkly clothes distracting me from the lack of melodies. Maybe their record is great, but live, they absolutely didn’t win me over. Still, everyone there seemed to have a fantastic time. And aside from a grease-filled tummy, I had a great day out with my friends. Something that shouldn’t be forgotten because of some forgettable music.
If you like the baseball stuff, you may care to know I’ve redesigned the Flip Flop Fly Ball site. More details over there: http://www.flipflopflyball.com
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Fuck you Hitler…
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Fuck You Easter Bunny..
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Fuck You Twitter
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If you’ve not got it yet, we’ve reduced the price of the Minipops app for the iPhone/iPod touch for Christmas. You’ve probably already spend a crapload of money on stuff for other people, so why not break out 59 pence (99 US cents, 79 euro cents) for yourself? That works out at 0.06 pence per Minipop. Perfect. Rubbish salesman spiel over.
Full-size version on my Flickr.
Tediously indie on the whole, these are my twenty-five favourite records of the decade, alphabetically.
Animal Collective “Strawberry Jam”
Badly Drawn Boy “About a Boy”
Baxter Dury “Len Parrot’s Memorial Lift”
Bonnie “Prince” Billy “Ease Down the Road”
Clipse “Lord Willin’”
Coldplay “Viva La Vida or Death and All His Friends”
Elbow “The Seldom Seen Kid”
Gorillaz “Demon Days”
Kanye West “Late Registration”
LCD Soundsystem “Sound of Silver”
Mark Lanegan “Bubblegum”
Miniature Tigers “Tell It to the Volcano”
Queens of the Stone Age “Songs for the Deaf”
Panda Bear “Person Pitch”
Radiohead “In Rainbows”
Rufus Wainwright “Want One”
Sigur Rós “Ágætis byrjun”
The Streets “A Grand Don’t Come for Free”
The Strokes “Is This It”
Super Furry Animals “Rings Around the World”
The Unicorns “Who Will Cut Our Hair When We’re Gone?”
Tinariwen “Aman Iman”
Vampire Weekend “Vampire Weekend”
And by far my favourite album of the 2000s
Wilco “Yankee Hotel Foxtrot”
If you’ve not got it so far, this one should give it away.
I don’t really bother doing caricatures much. Never something I’ve felt particularly good at, but this self-important tosspot from Connecticut has got a face like a melting ventriloquist puppet, and it’s ripe for the caricaturing. There’s something missing in the drawing, something not quite right. I think he may be smiling a tiny bit too much, and there’s something about the eyes that isn’t right. Still, it was fun to draw.
I used illustrations in an old AA book of British birds as reference for these. Drawn using Brushes application on the iPod touch/iPhone. More of my finger painting in the Much Fuck It’s Drawing section.
I was doing a bit of sorting out today; sorting the things that were still in boxes since moving into my new place. I found a bunch of old concert tickets. Here’s the first concert I ever went to (if you discount family trips to see the Spinners – the British folk group not the Detroit soul group – in Lincoln; and Showaddywaddy and the Nolans at the Coliseum in St. Austell). Fourteen quid seemed expensive for a sixteen year old in 1987. Still, also on the bill that day were the Pretenders, the Mission, and the Fall. Tickets used to look so much nicer without the barcode and generic Ticketmaster feel…