The lyric in this painting comes from a Billy Bragg song called Wishing the Days Away from the album Talking With the Taxman About Poetry. I've always been fascinated by Lay-Z-Boy chairs. They are quintessentially American, big and not so classy, but very comfortable. I've been drawing and painting them for a long time but I think this one is my favorite. At least it's the most inviting.

Spitcurl

This painting was inspired by a song called The House That Used To Be written by Rhett Miller and performed by his band, The Old 97s.
This is probably the least subtle piece in the series.
Hopefully the message is profoundly clear that if you bought a gas guzzling Hummer while our country is at war, you are not only a selfish child, but you are killing me you and everyone else.
I have no idea what Rhett Miller means by the line but it’s ambiguity is very alluring. It means so much and so little at the same time, which for me gives lyrics their value.

A modest proposal

I am so tired of people honking their car horns. It is the quintessential display of hostile impatience. I know you can't take away people's horns, since they do serve a purpose, like if you're coming around a blind turn in the mountains or something. I suggest a compromise. All new cars should come with two horns, the standard obnoxious horn for emergencies, and a second, more pleasant horn. We'll call it a courtesy horn. It could sound like those old fashioned "model t" oogah horns, which would make me smile if someone tooted that behind me if I don't go the split second after the light turns green. Maybe they can make a horn that is the first two notes of "So what" by Miles Davis. Even a clown horns would beat the current blare. And how about a horn that sounded like those metal bells they used to put on bicycles or even one that sounds like the bellhop bell at the desk in hotels. Think of the decline in road rage.

Ok Toyota, get on that.

I decided to start posting some of my paintings periodically. These are part of a series of acrylics inspired by song lyrics. More to follow...



When most people think of Prince, I bet the first thing that comes to mind is those pants with the butt cut out.
Or maybe they don’t.
What I wish they thought was of one of the most astute social commentators of my generation or any one else’s. Sign o the Times is such a sad song, documenting the ravages of AIDS, gang violence, and God’s wrath, but at the end of the day it’s a song of hope, with love saving the day.
And baby shoes are just cool. I don’t know why, but baby shoes are definitely cool.

Bad Bruin Karma

The victory over Stanford last night was fantastic. UCLA has a whole lot of heart. That was better than the Michigan State comeback. I had one problem when it was over though. As the teams headed for respective locker rooms, the UCLA announcer felt the need to state what everyone already knew, that UCLA had clinched the Pac-10 title, which of course brought a roar from the home crowd. I don't know, I felt a little bad for Stanford having to hear that as they left the court. It just seemed like rubbing it in to a team that did not deserve it. Not only is Stanford a very good team, they win the right way, with teamwork and sportsmanship. I think of Robin Lopez helping Russell Westbrook up after a hard foul as a good example of who they are. There are plenty of class challenged types in the Pac-10 like Mr. "please get this guy a tailor" coach across town or "pelt 'em in the face" Morris at Washington, who might justifiably get some Bruin blood boiling, but not The Cardinal. I like to think that we as Bruins are above that. We don't need to show people up. Who are we? Florida? I'm glad John Wooden was not there to hear it. And why give extra motivation to a team you might meet again twice this year. SO NOT COOL!