This Copper Gone vinyl from Strange Famous is one of the most beautiful color-vinyl pressings I have ever seen.
The color blend is soft in places, harsh in others, and its translucent nature gives it even more dimension when observed against a backlight…
Thinking about it, this description is weirdly fitting for the album too.
I woke up this morning, and I kept thinking about how I was now a potential candidate for the 27 Club. It has been about 15 hours since I had that thought, and I am still laughing at the absurdity and decadence my mind reached for with that simple idea. I laugh at the fact that, for a second, I was enough of an asshole to put myself on the same level as Janis Joplin, Robert Johnson, Ron “Pigpen” McKernan, Amy Winehouse, Kurt Cobain, and D. Boon. I mean, realistically, despite its members, this isn’t such a great club to be a part of anyway. That, and, well, my band teacher in middle school, my piano professor in college, and my family within earshot of me in the shower will tell you: I have not one goddamn musical bone in my body.
So what am I getting at with all this? Well, I have one more out-of-context example before I tear down this half ego trip, half humblebrag that’s developing…
Food Network editors can make a TV spot with Andrew Zimmern having an extended foodgasm over connected clips of him gorging himself silly on mountains of food in different locations without much respect to the local culture, but we can’t have tasteful nudity in mainstream media.
Both are separate and unrelated, I know, but one is a gross misrepresentation of our species’ nutritional needs and the other occurs naturally and without the pretense of justifying an exaggerated and unsustainable lifestyle… yet, one is allowed without a second thought and the other is shamed and taboo.
Bitterness and sadness conflicted with fondness when I visited memories connected to July 1st.
From the Desk of Blutus Maximus
July 1st. Once a birthday. Now, “the last day.”
I wanted to be done being sad yesterday, but since I’m not someone who seeks comfort in “traditional” ideas, I had to poke around my head to make sense of this conflict in a more earthly and human way. The solace came in the form of a conclusion to my quiet and pensive day that I hope resonates with you and brings some level of peace if you ever find yourself in the same situation:
A departed person’s legacy often goes from universal to esoteric the longer those left behind ruminate over an idea seeded by the departed.
I think anyone with an understanding of us being biologically finite ends up unconsciously creating an “immortality project.” Sometimes that project is bringing children into this world and raising them to be better than you; the hope being that they will outlive you. Some folks have religion and belief systems to cure them of their mortality, which, when not used in an egocentric way, becomes more than just a crutch. Other times, your hands and mind come together to create for posterity -those forms are usually music, sculpture, or writing. In rare cases, some find themselves giving advice and practical applications for theories and history. We call that teaching or wisdom.
Whichever path or form your unconscious desire to leave a significant mark takes, it’s your responsibility to have enough sense to identify who, why, and where this came from because that is how we can truly pay our respects to the memory of someone and expand on their legacy.
Tears and sadness are inevitable, and sometimes reaching for the illogical because we’d rather be comforted than feel pain is also only thoughts away. But, if you can bring yourself to smile through that bitterness and sadness with the memory of someone you think should still be here, you’ve reached a manifestation of that person’s benevolent legacy… the purest thing anyone can ever give you.
Be the current affected by the ripple, and you’ll always have a part of them no matter how fast and far life takes you.
Thank you kind reader.
To my uncle, who would have been 51 yesterday, and to one of my best friends who made it impossible for me to look at art and not be moved: I miss you, but you left me with more reasons to smile than to cry. Thank you.
The Rolling Stones
from “Paint It Black” written by Keith Richards & Mick Jagger
[RIP Tio Manuel & Jen]
Painting Myself Into a Corner
Keith Haring, 1979