Monday, October 10, 2011
Pictures From La Dispute/Thrice at Masquerade
Last night JP and I witnessed La Dispute complete and utterly melt faces. Here is a link so you can bear witness to but a fraction of the awesomeness. Besides La Dispute, I got to see a bunch of old faces, meet some new ones and proceeded to get tipsy. Good times were had by all. After the show ended a "secret" solo Dustin Kensrue show took place in an alley across the street. At this point my vision was a little blurred as were my photos. Damn the cheap fish-eye! Anyhow, enjoy....
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
lemme stretch muh legs a bit.
Oh, it has been a ride...
I have been neglecting my platform for public musing about the lazy, disconnected youth that is you and I! I apologize. Today I inform you that I have all but given up on my little picture-uh-day/post-uh-week/meandering project I started. I have instead started a few other little ditties that I hope to get fully under way real soon. Ugggghhhhhh....
The first of which is a photo book/zine that I hope I can keep patience for long enough to finish. The currently untitled project will be a sort of coherent look at Atlanta through my cynical, sarcastic eyes. I don't want it to be just pictures that I plan on taking. I would also like to include some stuff by others as well. I want it to be sort of a statement about the current generation of artists (whatever that means anymore) that I like. At the very minimum it will be a look into the drunken nonsense that I tend to find hilarious. So yeah... Bikes, skateboarding, destruction, punk rock, broken glass, lyrical content, street art/non-traditional graffiti, stencils, protests, crackheads, whores, prostitutes, gangsters, hipsters, slick fucks, and the whole, as they say, shuh-bang! More to come on this later.
The next is sort of a duology of sorts...
I have been working on my zombie epic for so long now it has become legend. At first I wanted it to be a novel and then a novella and then it slowly turned into all kinds of other incarnations and then after that it became forgotten. I wanted it to be all sorts of things except a comic book because, dammit, I would not ape on Walking Dead if it was the last thing I ever swore to. Fast forward till a few weeks ago. I re-read everything I had written and jotted down about this tale and low and behold, I am going to break my oath. There are parts of this project that the protagonist goes through that just don't feel right just written down. Here is an example:
Picture yourself in a post apocalyptic waste and your alone, completely. Now picture that it has been this way for a while. Your just a survivor in a barren waste that has been pillaged to the brim. It would be the small things that would put a smile on your face. I wrote this short excerpt about the protagonist scavenging about through an old strip mall and going into a shoe store and finding an abundance of his favorite pair of shoes in his size. Now writing this doesn't sound that cool, but to have it visually there changes things. I know if I were just trying to get by and sort of looking for things to keep me happy as time slowly goes by and I found like twenty boxes of size 10-1/2 Vans Authentics in various colors and they were all mine cuz hey, who the fuck else needs'em? I would probably cry tears of joy. Maybe that's just me.
Anyway, my story is different than Walking Dead. This guy is alone most of the time and has gone pretty crazy... and he has a room in the building he is occupying that has a wall of 10-1/2 Vans Authentics stacked in boxes to the ceiling. Rick Grimes has a stump for a hand and a dead family because of his poor decisions. Who took what they had and made the best of it? You be the judge. In my humble opinion, my story wins by a long shot.
Now, I did say this was a duology. I want this comic to be anthology of two stories in one book. The problem is I just can't decide on the second story. Every time I come up with something I lose interest because it's not that great. So there's that.
In closing, keep your eyes peeled cuz Imma smang it.
I have been neglecting my platform for public musing about the lazy, disconnected youth that is you and I! I apologize. Today I inform you that I have all but given up on my little picture-uh-day/post-uh-week/meandering project I started. I have instead started a few other little ditties that I hope to get fully under way real soon. Ugggghhhhhh....
The first of which is a photo book/zine that I hope I can keep patience for long enough to finish. The currently untitled project will be a sort of coherent look at Atlanta through my cynical, sarcastic eyes. I don't want it to be just pictures that I plan on taking. I would also like to include some stuff by others as well. I want it to be sort of a statement about the current generation of artists (whatever that means anymore) that I like. At the very minimum it will be a look into the drunken nonsense that I tend to find hilarious. So yeah... Bikes, skateboarding, destruction, punk rock, broken glass, lyrical content, street art/non-traditional graffiti, stencils, protests, crackheads, whores, prostitutes, gangsters, hipsters, slick fucks, and the whole, as they say, shuh-bang! More to come on this later.
The next is sort of a duology of sorts...
I have been working on my zombie epic for so long now it has become legend. At first I wanted it to be a novel and then a novella and then it slowly turned into all kinds of other incarnations and then after that it became forgotten. I wanted it to be all sorts of things except a comic book because, dammit, I would not ape on Walking Dead if it was the last thing I ever swore to. Fast forward till a few weeks ago. I re-read everything I had written and jotted down about this tale and low and behold, I am going to break my oath. There are parts of this project that the protagonist goes through that just don't feel right just written down. Here is an example:
Picture yourself in a post apocalyptic waste and your alone, completely. Now picture that it has been this way for a while. Your just a survivor in a barren waste that has been pillaged to the brim. It would be the small things that would put a smile on your face. I wrote this short excerpt about the protagonist scavenging about through an old strip mall and going into a shoe store and finding an abundance of his favorite pair of shoes in his size. Now writing this doesn't sound that cool, but to have it visually there changes things. I know if I were just trying to get by and sort of looking for things to keep me happy as time slowly goes by and I found like twenty boxes of size 10-1/2 Vans Authentics in various colors and they were all mine cuz hey, who the fuck else needs'em? I would probably cry tears of joy. Maybe that's just me.
Anyway, my story is different than Walking Dead. This guy is alone most of the time and has gone pretty crazy... and he has a room in the building he is occupying that has a wall of 10-1/2 Vans Authentics stacked in boxes to the ceiling. Rick Grimes has a stump for a hand and a dead family because of his poor decisions. Who took what they had and made the best of it? You be the judge. In my humble opinion, my story wins by a long shot.
Now, I did say this was a duology. I want this comic to be anthology of two stories in one book. The problem is I just can't decide on the second story. Every time I come up with something I lose interest because it's not that great. So there's that.
In closing, keep your eyes peeled cuz Imma smang it.
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