I've just recently realized how much Brian Keith and Jean Sibelius resemble each other. Well, in my eyes, anyway.

At any rate, this realization began to bring together various elements in my head that have been floating around for some time. I suppose it all goes back to that old TV.
It's the first one I remember. A big black cube, sitting on a table designed to hold it's bulk. Tvs weighed several tons back then, and within minutes of being turned on got hot enough to warm a TV dinner. They emitted a strong "electric" smell, and their backs glowed orange from a veritable city of tubes inside, I was more often than not squeezed back behind it, looking through the air slits into it's warm light. It all seemed magic, contrasting with the blue grey light from the front, with the static, rabbit-ears with aluminum foil, and darkened room.
Days were all a blur of Captain Kangaroo, soap operas (my grandfather never missed The Edge of night - I still remember that foreboding piano intro), Amos & Andy reruns, and episodes of The Highway Patrol, with the odd movie thrown in now and then.
Nights were different...

There was one show in particular called Tales of Tomorrow. Even then it was at least 15 years old. It had originally aired live, as many shows of the late 40s and early 50s had. In fact there's a lovely anecdote of a very drunk Lon Chaney Jr. performing as the Frankenstein Monster in one episode and forgetting that the show was being broadcast live, kept slipping in and out of character...
Anyway...

There was an episode* about the first men to reach Mars, featuring Brian Keith (whom I knew from his hit series Family Affair), Leslie Nielson, and another fellow. The show ended with all 3 dead, and an invisible alien cackling with glee. Strong stuff for a naive and sheltered lad such as myself. But the clincher was the ending music - a theme played by strings with a low discordant murmur in the brass. The brass part chilled me particularly, and seemed to aurally depict an unearthly dread, and the ghostly orange light that radiated from behind the TV.
Years later, I would find a similar use of a brass ensemble, in the music of Finnish composer Jean Sibelius.

And so, a strange circle exists, where disparate elements meet. Brain Keith, Sibelius, A smell of electric tubes and orange light, and brass from beyond converge and blur and meld and revolve around some center that I hope I never discover. Some things are much to beautiful to look at.

But, at the outer rim of that dark galaxy, Brian Keith and Jean Sibelius look a lot alike, God bless 'em.

Doxology:
I remember an ancient early autumn evening. Cool drizzle caresses the exhaust of a hundred cars. The parking lot gleams as if it were glass. Two girls kiss on a dare. Warm bubblegum breath on my cheek, on my neck. Hands find my pockets. Turning Japanese on a radio somewhere, and the Eckerd's Drugs sign seems to flash in time, and I wish that time would stop. There's a bright light behind the clouds. I know it's the moon, but I wonder if it's Jesus...

*Amazingly, here's a clip [link]

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Well. it's a warm and humid night here in NC. I hate warm & humid. It gives me headaches and makes me lash out at fecal material. So, that in mind, I guess I'll take aim at the piece that's floating nearest in the pond...

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I loathe typing this name: George Clooney. He spent three months in my town last year, tying up traffic, making that bomb that came out a few weeks ago. I think it's called "Leatherheads". Did you blink? Well, you missed it then. Looks like GC's creativity peaked when he was a bit player on "The Facts Of Life". And it wasn't even the Mrs. Garrett Facts Of Life, but that grasping at straws season with Cloris Leachman.
Seriously, why can't they make good crappy movies anymore, like "Americathon", or (shudder) "FM"?

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Speaking of the 1978 film "FM", it's one of the few examples of a film that was actually much inferior to the TV series it spawned (WKRP In Cincinnati). I usually give FM a pass because Martin Mull is in it, and I happen to like Martin Mull.
But back to FM. The hilarious thing about the film is that they claim to portray a rebellious radio station, sticking it to the man. All the while they're playing music by such radical, cutting-edge artists as Linda Rondstat, The Doobie Brothers, and the Margaritaville hippy (whose name escapes me at the moment). Their one pitiful nod to new music was a brief cameo by Tom Petty.

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Want to know what the summer of 1978 was like? I can help you recreate it. Simply take these three songs:

Jerry Rafferty - Baker Street
Joe Walsh - Life's Been Good To Me
Player - Baby Come Back.

Now, play them constantly. After a few hours take a bathroom break, and silently wonder to yourself if Amy Carter will grow up to look like Jimmy, or Rosalyn.

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Amy Carter was a funny kid in that she never looked like either of her parents. Even now she doesn't. You'd think at least the teeth would carry over, but no. Two others who also share this trait: Chelsea Clinton and Chastity Bono.

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Damn. Sonny Bono is dead, and Kim Jong Il is alive. Kim Jong Il could never in a million years write a song as good as "Needles And Pins". I can, however, imagine him dancing around in drag to it.

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Charlton Heston and Richard Widmark, both dead within a month of one another. The great old ones are fast disappearing. Heston's work is well known, Widmark's less so. Widmark's film "The Bedford Incident" is a brilliant, chilling cold war film. Highly recommended.

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They've taken down my favorite webcam: A view of Caffe Nero on the corner of Frith and Old Compton in Soho, London. I wonder what the crowd at Hi Sushi is doing tonight?

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Guilty pleasure? Two words: Women of Ninja Warrior.

Moderately guilty pleasure? Jones Green Apple Soda.

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I'm available for commissions - sort of. If you want something like 437 free murals then I'm probably not your man. But, if you have a project in mind and you think my style would suit, do get in touch with me and we'll mull it all over. Don't be afraid, I seldom bite. OK, I do bite, but I've had all my shots. Extend your arm here dtmal@msn.com

FYI - I sell my originals
Depending on the piece, of course. I'm also open to trades under certain circumstances .
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My site should be back within the century
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My Prints will HEAL you.
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My REAL LIFE gallery
Yes, I do have paintings in a gallery with real walls and everything . If you're ever in Charlotte, NC , please stop by Queen's Gallery and visit . The staff there are super nice and are happy to show you around . As well as the paintings on display, I have a number of pieces in storage there (my attic is overflowing) . If there's a particular piece you'd like to see, they will kindly oblige . The address is:
Queen's Gallery & Art Centre
1212 The Plaza
Charlotte, NC
28205

Visit the new BREED site . As Ocean Colour Scene say, It's a beautiful thing ,

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I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh when no man can work.

I noticed in the grocery store today a display near the checkout advertising "European Style Waffles". And there they were, wrapped in cellophane, unrefrigerated. I'm guessing that European Style Waffles are more or less just stale waffles, though I am not adverse to being enlightened otherwise.

When I see two packages of hamburger, same size, but one is a dollar more, I just have to wonder.

Asian food. I know what is and isn't Asian food. But hey, I live in a small town. You go to the "International Food" aisle and there are cans with sombreros and cans with pagodas. Basically it's all the same crap with a dash of paprika, or wasabi. I think we're being snickered at.

Am I the only person on earth who collected cd long-boxes?

Moby Grape were (and are) a criminally under appreciated band. They're actually the only SF band that I can wholly stomach. There are some nice clips of them one youtube, but avoid any of the new reunion clips. They'll make you cry.

I wonder why Elizabeth Hough Sechrist didn't merit a state funeral? On the strength of her book "Heigh-Ho for Halloween" she well deserved one.

I wonder who invented those furry covers you put on steering wheels? Was it a laboratory breakthrough? Was there spilling of acid involved, or did anyone call out 'Mr. Watson--come here--I want to see you.'?

String theory? Collisions in the 11th dimension? There's more science in a Jaco Pastorius bass-line. Man, thou art puffed up.

Pluto now has a moon named Nix. I would like to live there, in spite of the rather challenging weather conditions. Just a cabin on the surface of Nix. Only thing to worry about is the Kuiper Belt. Perhaps a pessimist would worry about the Oort Cloud as well.

Another under appreciated musician: John Field, pianist and composer. I once heard him called "the sane Chopin", but then most critics are best remembered for their pontifical oversimplifications rather than their perceptions. This seems to be a universal truth throughout the ages. Rellstab, who wrote more with acid than with ink is still dead, and forgotten. Long may he mutter in the abyss of nothingness.

God Bless
I'm not John Boy




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I'm available for commissions - sort of. If you want something like 437 free murals then I'm probably not your man. But, if you have a project in mind and you think my style would suit, do get in touch with me and we'll mull it all over. Don't be afraid, I seldom bite. OK, I do bite, but I've had all my shots. Extend your arm here dtmal@msn.com

FYI - I sell my originals
Depending on the piece, of course. I'm also open to trades under certain circumstances .
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My site should be back within the century
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My Prints!
My Prints will HEAL you.
It's a fact. If you suffer from an over abundance of cash and an under abundance of prints, my prints will definitely HEAL you. Be Healed


My REAL LIFE gallery
Yes, I do have paintings in a gallery with real walls and everything . If you're ever in Charlotte, NC , please stop by Queen's Gallery and visit . The staff there are super nice and are happy to show you around . As well as the paintings on display, I have a number of pieces in storage there (my attic is overflowing) . If there's a particular piece you'd like to see, they will kindly oblige . The address is:
Queen's Gallery & Art Centre
1212 The Plaza
Charlotte, NC
28205

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I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh when no man can work.

I wish Cardinals and Blue-jays would mate. I'd just like to see a purple bird.

Headaches are bad, aren't they?

I had a dream about Heaven recently. I saw a lot of big white cakes decorated with edible silver and gold. There were some people I recognized: Gus Grissom, Ed White, Leon Askin. And more ex-presidents than you would imagine. I remember hearing the song "In Bright Mansions Above".

I wish there were production stills from the Wizard Of Oz that documented the construction of the tornado. I don't think it's ever been bettered in any subsequent film. When I was a child I had a pathological terror of tornadoes, and my nightly prayer was that I would not dream of them. I would, sometimes... huge red and black things snaking down from the sky, deafeningly loud. I came across a photo not long ago of a nocturnal tornado back-lit by a stroke of lightning. It brought back a bit of that terror I used feel.

I finally found two Bonsai trees. The clerk had no clue whether they require any special care, so took my plight to Google. As I expected, opinion is divided between "easy to care for' and "difficult to care for". I'm translating that to "easy to care for if you know how to care for them".
Profanity.

I watched the recent inductions into the Rock & Roll Hall Of Fame because of The Dave Clark Five. No one else. The Kabbalah Prune does not interest me. Neither does melloncougar. I sat through melloncougar's drunken, rambling acceptance speech waiting for him to thank the late Mick Ronson. He never did. melloncougar's lips should be arc-welded to Mick Ronson's tombstone.
It was good to see Rick Huxley (DC5 bassist) still alive and well. It was also nice seeing Joan Jett looking girly again, but I didn't like her version of "Glad All Over".

Geez, there are a lot of bad religious movies being made lately. I saw one last night called "Mary of Nazareth". According to the casting director, Jesus and his mother were approximately the same age. And Herod is always fat, and effeminate. I'd like to see Dan Haggarty or Vic Tayback play Herod. Or Dolph Sweet. And enough with the pretty boy Jesus'. The one in this film looked like he'd just done a shift on "One Life To Live".

Dick Peabody.

Want to know a good exercise? Chopping wood.
Want to know a bad exercise? Hitting your hand with the hammer as you're trying to reattach the axe-head to it's handle after it's flown off for the vigintillionth time.

Album I recommend: Robert Fripp - The Equatorial Stars.

Happy Eastover

God Bless
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I'm available for commissions - sort of. If you want something like 437 free murals then I'm probably not your man. But, if you have a project in mind and you think my style would suit, do get in touch with me and we'll mull it all over. Don't be afraid, I seldom bite. OK, I do bite, but I've had all my shots. Extend your arm here dtmal@msn.com

FYI - I sell my originals
Depending on the piece, of course. I'm also open to trades under certain circumstances .
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My site should be back within the century
---
ART

My Prints!
My Prints will HEAL you.
It's a fact. If you suffer from an over abundance of cash and an under abundance of prints, my prints will definitely HEAL you. Be Healed


My REAL LIFE gallery
Yes, I do have paintings in a gallery with real walls and everything . If you're ever in Charlotte, NC , please stop by Queen's Gallery and visit . The staff there are super nice and are happy to show you around . As well as the paintings on display, I have a number of pieces in storage there (my attic is overflowing) . If there's a particular piece you'd like to see, they will kindly oblige . The address is:
Queen's Gallery & Art Centre
1212 The Plaza
Charlotte, NC
28205

Visit the new BREED site . As Ocean Colour Scene say, It's a beautiful thing ,

MUSIC

Cowgirl In The Snow
Listen

Aeolian Harpie
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I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh when no man can work.

I'm not one to delve deeply into politics here - strong though my views may be - primarily because I have come to the place in my life where I have concluded (be it from experience or an accumulated cynicism in excelsis) that politics and politicians can solve absolutely nothing, excepting the deficits in their personal bank accounts. I must, however, comment on a disturbing trend I've noted of late. It's been laboriously reported in the wake of candidate Obama's impressive wins in the latest batch of primaries/caucuses that candidate Hillary Rodman* Clinton has not acknowledged said triumphs. I consider this criticism to be patently unfair. I mean, everyone knows that it takes a village to make a congratulatory call.

*I've opted to go with the Jesse Jackson pronunciation "Rodman" rather than the Chris Matthews pronunciation "Rodham" since I find that I like Jackson marginally better than I like Matthews.

February 10 was a landmark day in my life, as I finally managed to locate a recording of Gasparo Spontini's opera buffa "Milton". I've been searching for this particular work since I learned of it from Eric Werner's brilliant Mendelssohn biography - in 1981. After juggling gourds and turning cartwheels I made a copy of the opera mentioned above and buried it in the field behind my house. It seemed like the most irrationally spontaneous tribute I could muster at the time. I'm just relishing the thought of someone unearthing it in several hundred years or so...

I heard somewhere that Doris Day was offered the lead role in The Graduate, but turned it down. Damn, I'm glad she did. I think the male equivalent would be Jimmy Stewart in Midnight Cowboy. You just don't want to go there.
Speaking of Doris day, it's kind of sad that her second husband, Jack (King of the double take) Carson, is almost completely forgotten these days...

Going through a box (among many) of a deceased relatives possessions, I found a number of cassette tape labeled "Funeral of ___ ___", "Funeral of ____ ___". It was like a mildly illuminating bolt from the blue. It had never occurred to me to record a funeral on an audio cassette. I think this concept resides somewhere in the black velvet suburbs of surrkitschism where dogs play pool and Elvis glows in the dark.

You know you're approaching the border of musical schizophrenia when you find yourself listening alternately to Current 93 and The Ohio Players.

I hate it when I'm almost out of ink, but I don't want to trade the cartridges in until I've depleted it all. Sometimes the only thing to do is print out multiple faded copies of photos of Suzi Quatro and Jean Sibelius.

Still can't find a Bonsai Tree. When I told the lady in the garden department that they have them on their website, she sighed rather wistfully and suggested that I try a more metropolitan area, like Mooresville. This is probably funny only to those who know the area. Just trust me and laugh.

Pie filling: $1. You get what you pay for.

You know what? Fabric softener bottles shouldn't look like detergent bottles. They should colour code the damned things, or something.

Geez, it's quite eerie here tonight. There's a fog outside, but it's very dark, almost black. Reminds me of a story I read in Creepy magazine years ago, called Black Snow....

God Bless
I'm not John Boy




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Want to hear me getting yelled at in the 8th grade? [link]

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I'm available for commissions - sort of. If you want something like 437 free murals then I'm probably not your man. But, if you have a project in mind and you think my style would suit, do get in touch with me and we'll mull it all over. Don't be afraid, I seldom bite. OK, I do bite, but I've had all my shots. Extend your arm here dtmal@msn.com

FYI - I sell my originals
Depending on the piece, of course. I'm also open to trades under certain circumstances .
---
My site should be back within the century
---
ART

My Prints!
My Prints will HEAL you.
It's a fact. If you suffer from an over abundance of cash and an under abundance of prints, my prints will definitely HEAL you. Be Healed


My REAL LIFE gallery
Yes, I do have paintings in a gallery with real walls and everything . If you're ever in Charlotte, NC , please stop by Queen's Gallery and visit . The staff there are super nice and are happy to show you around . As well as the paintings on display, I have a number of pieces in storage there (my attic is overflowing) . If there's a particular piece you'd like to see, they will kindly oblige . The address is:
Queen's Gallery & Art Centre
1212 The Plaza
Charlotte, NC
28205

Visit the new BREED site . As Ocean Colour Scene say, It's a beautiful thing ,

MUSIC

Cowgirl In The Snow
Listen

Aeolian Harpie
Attempt to listen

My Space

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My Love






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I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh when no man can work.

My friend giza (who is, unfortunately, no longer a member of DA) has a new site called Pornsaints, and was kind enough to ask me to participate. You can see my contribution here.


Albums that I'm not getting tired of:

David Bowie - Young Americans

Scorpions - Lonsome Crow

Michel Polnareff - Fame ala Mode

Gay dad - Transmission

The Equators - Hot

Everything But The Girl - Amplified Heart

Paris (The Bob Welch power trio from the 70s)

Pizzicato Five - Couples

The American Breed - Bend Me Shape Me

Badfinger - Straight up

Love to hear what you folks are listening to...

God Bless
I'm not John Boy




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Want to hear me getting yelled at in the 8th grade? [link]

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I'm available for commissions - sort of. If you want something like 437 free murals then I'm probably not your man. But, if you have a project in mind and you think my style would suit, do get in touch with me and we'll mull it all over. Don't be afraid, I seldom bite. OK, I do bite, but I've had all my shots. Extend your arm here dtmal@msn.com

FYI - I sell my originals
Depending on the piece, of course. I'm also open to trades under certain circumstances .
---
My site should be back within the century
---
ART

My Prints!
My Prints will HEAL you.
It's a fact. If you suffer from an over abundance of cash and an under abundance of prints, my prints will definitely HEAL you. Be Healed


My REAL LIFE gallery
Yes, I do have paintings in a gallery with real walls and everything . If you're ever in Charlotte, NC , please stop by Queen's Gallery and visit . The staff there are super nice and are happy to show you around . As well as the paintings on display, I have a number of pieces in storage there (my attic is overflowing) . If there's a particular piece you'd like to see, they will kindly oblige . The address is:
Queen's Gallery & Art Centre
1212 The Plaza
Charlotte, NC
28205

Visit the new BREED site . As Ocean Colour Scene say, It's a beautiful thing ,

MUSIC

Cowgirl In The Snow
Listen

Aeolian Harpie
Attempt to listen

My Space

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I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh when no man can work.

"Are you free, Mr. Humphries?"

Just a word of warning:
I'm in the process of updating a number of pieces in my gallery (new files, prints, etc), so if any old piece inadvertently ends up on your dev-watch it just means that I un-ticked the wrong box.
Apologies in advance.

Also, if anyone ever sees me in a car saying to a media playing device "Play artist (insert artist name)", please feel free to shoot me in the head immediately

God Bless
I'm not John Boy




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Want to hear me getting yelled at in the 8th grade? [link]

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I'm available for commissions - sort of. If you want something like 437 free murals then I'm probably not your man. But, if you have a project in mind and you think my style would suit, do get in touch with me and we'll mull it all over. Don't be afraid, I seldom bite. OK, I do bite, but I've had all my shots. Extend your arm here dtmal@msn.com

FYI - I sell my originals
Depending on the piece, of course. I'm also open to trades under certain circumstances .
---
My site should be back within the century
---
ART

My Prints!
My Prints will HEAL you.
It's a fact. If you suffer from an over abundance of cash and an under abundance of prints, my prints will definitely HEAL you. Be Healed


My REAL LIFE gallery
Yes, I do have paintings in a gallery with real walls and everything . If you're ever in Charlotte, NC , please stop by Queen's Gallery and visit . The staff there are super nice and are happy to show you around . As well as the paintings on display, I have a number of pieces in storage there (my attic is overflowing) . If there's a particular piece you'd like to see, they will kindly oblige . The address is:
Queen's Gallery & Art Centre
1212 The Plaza
Charlotte, NC
28205

Visit the new BREED site . As Ocean Colour Scene say, It's a beautiful thing ,

MUSIC

Cowgirl In The Snow
Listen

Aeolian Harpie
Attempt to listen

My Space

---

My Love






My Stock My older stuff The astounding Bibi



I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh when no man can work.

Well, within the space of a few days two TV icons have died. Suzanne Pleshette was a stunningly beautiful actress best known for her role as Bob Newhart's wife on his 70's sitcom the Bob Newhart Show. But, to see her at the height of her beauty check out Hitchcock's The Birds, in which she effortlessly blows Tippy Hedren off the screen.
Alan Melvin was a staple of TV from at least the 60s through the 80s, and a face that nearly everyone recognizes but few can name. My favorite of his recurring roles was the scheming Sgt. Hacker on Gomer Pyle USMC, though his "Sam The Butcher" on The Brady Bunch was a close second. He was the atypical second banana when it came to casting, and he more than made a successful career out of what some would consider a disadvantage. This world needs more Alan Melvins and George Dzundzas and fewer Tom Cruises and Brad Pitts.

Talking about vintage TV made me think of something (always dangerous). I remember the first twang of pre-puberty hitting me during the opening credits of That GirL (starring Marlo Thomas). At the very end of the credits there's a 3 second clip of Marlo (wearing a white angora sweater) mussing up her hair and wrapping her arms around her head. I recall an alien, yet not unpleasant wave of warmth, and a desire to contemplate this image alone whilst listening to The Partridge Family...

This man is my hero [link]
(Warning, tis an R rated link)

I have a question for and deviants who reside in Poland, or are familiar with Polish history:
How much of the Kazimierzowski Palace is the original structure that Chopin would have known in his childhood? I know that it was damaged during World War II, but I was wondering (if such a thing can be gauged) just how much of the original structure survived? I believe in Chopin's time it was known as the Warsaw Lyceum...
I have searched online, but can find no definitive answer. Any help will be appreciated.

Google is frighteningly accommodating at allowing one to go off on random tangents. Case in point; I was watching Carrie for the quadrillionth time the other night, and I decided to search IMDB for a cast listing. These are never as complete as I like things to be (I'm still searching for the name of the girl who played Salome in "The Greatest Story Ever Told", but all I have learned so far is that she was a member of an Israeli dance troupe... ), but you can occasionally find spics and specs of interest. For instance, there is actually a website devoted to William Katt. It features a William Katt forum, with a sub forum devoted to fan fiction.
Sometimes I find myself weeping for the Earth.

If you really want to cry, watch that version of Carrie that was made a few years ago. Wormwood, wormwood.....

Three places that I must eventually make a pilgrimage to:
1.The monastery of Encalcat
2.La Coste, the Castle of Marquis De Sade
3.Ferrara, the birthplace of Savonarola
Art is, after all, the warm atom and instance of contradiction birthed at that split second of time in which De Sade and Savonarola clasp hands.
Oh, and Dick Peabody.

God Bless
I'm not John Boy




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Want to hear me getting yelled at in the 8th grade? [link]

---

I'm available for commissions - sort of. If you want something like 437 free murals then I'm probably not your man. But, if you have a project in mind and you think my style would suit, do get in touch with me and we'll mull it all over. Don't be afraid, I seldom bite. OK, I do bite, but I've had all my shots. Extend your arm here dtmal@msn.com

FYI - I sell my originals
Depending on the piece, of course. I'm also open to trades under certain circumstances .
---
My site should be back within the century
---
ART

My Prints!
My Prints will HEAL you.
It's a fact. If you suffer from an over abundance of cash and an under abundance of prints, my prints will definitely HEAL you. Be Healed


My REAL LIFE gallery
Yes, I do have paintings in a gallery with real walls and everything . If you're ever in Charlotte, NC , please stop by Queen's Gallery and visit . The staff there are super nice and are happy to show you around . As well as the paintings on display, I have a number of pieces in storage there (my attic is overflowing) . If there's a particular piece you'd like to see, they will kindly oblige . The address is:
Queen's Gallery & Art Centre
1212 The Plaza
Charlotte, NC
28205

Visit the new BREED site . As Ocean Colour Scene say, It's a beautiful thing ,

MUSIC

Cowgirl In The Snow
Listen

Aeolian Harpie
Attempt to listen

My Space

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My Love






My Stock My older stuff The astounding Bibi



I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh when no man can work.

Well, coming across something like this [link] is kinda what makes life worth living.
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I wonder what's become of...
Those odd things you used to see at night where roadwork was being done. They were round and about the size of a bowling ball. I assume they were made of iron. They had a hole on the top and were filled with some slow burning material, possibly phosphorus. I imaging they were highly impractical, but they were (in my mind) a bit more poetic than your electrically powered flashing lights that are the norm today.
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I used to have a pink Quisp helmet with a battery powered propeller on top. I only have part of the motor casing now. No idea what happened to the rest. How do you lose a pink helmet?
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I've not seriously lost my temper for quite a while, so I guess I was overdue for a backsliding.
Under the impression that I had lost the keys to the outbuilding, I made a thorough search of the house. Several times. On about the fifth go round I was saying things that would make a gargoyle cry. I then remembered that there was a large ring of keys in the basement, and possibly one of those would fit the outbuilding lock. The basement stairwell having been sealed by the previous inhabitant (something I amended in a subsequent fit of temper) I made my way around to the back basement entrance. It is now raining quite heavily...

The basement was an amazing clutter of everything imaginable. Boxes, mattresses, jars, baskets, and assorted furniture. In the middle I had created an oasis of space where I had an old couch frame, upended, that I was in the process of refinishing. I made my way through the jungle of junk and found the keys without much trouble. Great! Now to make my way back to the door...
It's rather like a game of hop-scotch, navigating through this conglomeration, but I am nearly there. Nearly, but I lean against something that gives way, and I stagger to steady myself. In doing so, I step on the wooden arm of the upturned couch frame, which promptly zooms up and clomps me squarely in my left ear. A white light flashes inside my head, and a white hot pain followed closely.

In a split second, I'm completely livid. I turn on the couch frame with blood-lust, but some sweet sofa angel persuades me to turn elsewhere. I compensate by kicking the placenta out out several boxes, shredding half a dozen wicker baskets, and throwing a pair of boat oars about 30 feet. Thing is, when I throw the oars I also throw the keys.

I spent the next quarter hour cobbling together every possible combination of profanities imaginable as I searched through, plastic flowers, mason jar lids and spider crap for the keys.

And, I found them.
I now proceeded IN THE RAIN to try every key on the ring in the lock on the outbuilding door. Honestly, some of these keys were ancient, the kind with the long stem. Well, none of them worked.
What now?

Perhaps I had left a window unlocked. I checked. Yes, there was a window unlocked. I must have left it unlocked when I nailed the screen over it. I nailed the screen over the window because I would NEVER have to crawl in through that window..

Raining harder now. I go back to the house for an umbrella and a stepladder. Having acquired both, I discover that i can't hold the umbrella and remove the screen. A flash of inspiration! I will stick the handle of the umbrella down the back of my shirt, leaving my hands free. It works! Then, as the screen comes free a gust of wind and rain blows the umbrella violently to the right, tearing my shirt and giving me a refreshing dose of cold water down my back.
More profanities.

I crawl through the window. Dead wasps crunching under my hands. But at least I'm inside. I look around perchance I had left the keys here sometime before. No keys.

Back in the house. I search again.
But soft, I find the keys in a minute's time, lodged under the foot of a brass chicken on top of the refrigerator. I had looked there at least ten times before.

Moral of the story - If you have a brass chicken, it's likely that something will eventually become lodged under it. Always check the brass chicken.

God Bless
I'm not John Boy




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I must work the works of him that sent me, while it is day: the night cometh when no man can work.

Call me nuts but Valerie Bertinelli is looking pretty fine again. This latest Weight Watchers commercial has her back in "One Day At A Time" circa 1978 mode. Same goes for Maureen McCormick. Of course my late night bleary eyed-ness might have something to do with it.

I tried making wine from muscadine grapes this year. It worked. It was cloudy for a while, but after a few weeks of being bottled it became a nice clear golden colour. This in spite of the fact that I used (I learned later) the wrong kind of yeast. How was I to know? What am I, Old MacDonald? Yeast is yeast to me. Actually, I believe this is my first and only personal encounter with yeast in it's isolated form. I don't think I like yeast at all. It's a bit creepy, something along the lines of Mexican jumping beans. As far as the wine goes, I ended up only having about 2 quarts, but I'm not crazy about wine anyway.

Try asking for black sesame seeds in your local store. I challenge you. Try buying a bonsai tree at 4AM. I challenge you.

I've heard all my life how magnetic tape disintegrates after a few years. I've got a cassette tape from Christmas 1971 that still plays perfectly. I used to have a TDK 3 hour audio cassette tape, but can't find it anywhere now. I do however still have the card insert that came with it. The tape was so thin it was translucent. I think I recorded about 6 albums on the thing. Sounded like crap, of course.

The only recurring dream I've ever had is of a young girl eating a bicycle tire.

I wonder why Venus fly traps are never incorporated into salads?

Three things I've developed a pathological hatred for:
Balls of yarn
Empty jars
Wicker baskets
I could elaborate, but it would likely make me cry.

Well, when I see what Hollywood has in store for us in 2008, two words immediately come to mind: Oscar-bait.
Here are just a few examples...

Slingbladerunner
In which a mentally challenged future cop systematically eliminates redneck androids that are abusive towards their girlfriends.
"I've… seen things you people wouldn't believe. The Marshall Tucker Band on fire off the shoulder of Orion..."

Night Of The Living Dead Zone
In which a man gifted/cursed with foresight is tormented by the vision that after he dies he will become a flesh eating zombie.

National Blue Velvet
In which a race horse named Candy Coloured Clown is forced by Elizabeth Taylor to wear an oxygen mask whilst it races.

and, on TV...

Still Shinin'
A comedic sitcom/sequel to the Stephen King film adaptation of his novel The Shining. Starring Scatman Crothers, the Grady Twins, Ja'net DuBois as Willona, and a rather prissy fellow in a dog costume. The laughs and gags come fast and furious as the ensemble do their best to keep their guests entertained (and alive) when there's nothing to do but wager which shrubbery will move next and nothing to watch on TV except the Summer Of '42 and old Road Runner cartoons.

David Cassidy - Mandingo Undercover
In which DC plays an international agent who adopts the highly questionable disguise of black-face in order to discover who exactly is illegally exporting diamonds from a small West African country. Songs interspersed.

The Waltons 2200 A.D
In which a rogue comet falls from the sky and crashes into Yancey Tucker's still. The resulting explosion rips the space/time continuum and propels the inhabitants of Walton's mountain into the future, where they are hailed as gods by the severely devolved peoples of future Earth. The radiation from the blast effects the Walton children in different ways; John Boy gives up writing (no one now can read anyway) and inexplicably takes to handcrafting translucent pan-pipes from plastic. Erin marries a birch tree and begins sprouting leaves in the oddest of places. Jason becomes heterosexual. And yes, Mary Ellen is still butt ugly.

And that's the way it is, January 1st 2008. Goodnight, Chet.

God Bless
I'm not John Boy




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Want to hear me getting yelled at in the 8th grade? [link]

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I'm available for commissions - sort of. If you want something like 437 free murals then I'm probably not your man. But, if you have a project in mind and you think my style would suit, do get in touch with me and we'll mull it all over. Don't be afraid, I seldom bite. OK, I do bite, but I've had all my shots. Extend your arm here dtmal@msn.com

FYI - I sell my originals
Depending on the piece, of course. I'm also open to trades under certain circumstances .
---
My site should be back within the century
---
ART

My Prints!
My Prints will HEAL you.
It's a fact. If you suffer from an over abundance of cash and an under abundance of prints, my prints will definitely HEAL you. Be Healed


My REAL LIFE gallery
Yes, I do have paintings in a gallery with real walls and everything . If you're ever in Charlotte, NC , please stop by Queen's Gallery and visit . The staff there are super nice and are happy to show you around . As well as the paintings on display, I have a number of pieces in storage there (my attic is overflowing) . If there's a particular piece you'd like to see, they will kindly oblige . The address is:
Queen's Gallery & Art Centre
1212 The Plaza
Charlotte, NC
28205

Visit the new BREED site . As Ocean Colour Scene say, It's a beautiful thing ,

MUSIC

Cowgirl In The Snow
Listen

Aeolian Harpie
Attempt to listen

My Space

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My Love






My Stock My older stuff