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PAST SHOWS:
Group Show @ PAC 8/14
Live @ 331 8/14
NXOEED FOX HUNT 7/14
Live @ Audio Bend 2 7/14
Benefit @ Yucca Tap Room 6/14
Live @ Thirdspace 6/14
Live @ Sail Inn 5/14
NXOEED "FIND" SOLO SHOW 5/14
Live @ Sail Inn 4/14
Art Hunt @ Hidden House 4/14
NXOEED @ ART DETOUR 3/14
Group Show @ La Melgosa 3/14
Group Show @ Firehouse Gallery 3/14
Live @ Sail Inn 2/14
23 BIRDS FOR TEMPE 2/14
Live @ The Sail Inn 1/14
Two-person show @ Cartel Tempe 12/13
Live @ Sail Inn 11/13
Group Show @ Push Gallery 11/13
Live @ Sail Inn 10/13
Ova Concilium Farewell 10/13
Live @ Sail Inn 9/13
Three-man Show @ Trunk Space 6/13
Lucid Project 6/13
Live @ Sail Inn 5/13
OPERATION DARK STAR 5/13
Group Show @ Miami Art Works 5/13
Group Show @ Firehouse Gallery 4/13
Group Benefit @ Blunt Club 4/13
Live @ Sail Inn 3/13
Solo Show @ Afterglow 3/13
Group Show @ The Lost Leaf 3/13
NXOEED @ SXSW 3/13
OPERATION FROZEN BOY 3/13
OPERATION BOYFRIEND 2/13
Group Show @ Method Gallery 12/12
Solo Show @ The Lost Leaf 12/12
Group Show @ Push Gallery 12/12
Live @ Sail Inn 11/12
Group Show @ The Lost Leaf 10/12
Group Show @ Grand Ave Festival 10/12
Group Show @ Burnt Sky Studio 10/12
Live @ Long Wong's Tempe 9/12
Group Show @ Monarch Theater 9/12
Live @ Long Wong's Tempe 9/12
Group Show @ Burnt Sky Studio 9/12
Live @ Sail Inn 8/12
Love @ Long Wong's Tempe 7/12
Solo Show @ Burnt Sky Studio 5/12 - 6/12
Group Show @ ASIDE 4/12
Group Show @ Conspire 3/12
Group Show @ The Icehouse 3/12
Group Show @ Crescent Ballroom 3/12
Group Show @ The Eye Lounge 3/12
Group Show @ The Firehouse 3/12
NXOEED @ SXSW 3/12
Solo Show @ Conspire 2/12
Group Show @ Firehouse Gallery 1/12
Live @ The Nile 12/11
Final Thoughts (Los Angeles) 12/11
Yellow Dead (San Diego) 12/11
Solo Show @ Wet Paint 11/11
Live @ The Fixx 11/11
Galeria De Los Muertos 11/11
Live @ The Sail Inn 11/11
First Friday @ Conspire 11/11
Live @ Soundwave 10/11
Live @ The Sail Inn 10/11
Solo Show @ The Fixx 10/11
Live @ The Duce 9/11
Group Show @ Galeria De Los Muertos 9/11
Group Show @ Push Gallery 9/11
Group Show @ The Fixx
Group show @ Conspire 9/11
Live @ The Sail Inn 8/11
Live @ TC 8/11
Live @ The Fixx 8/11
Live @ The Fixx 8/11
NXOEED @ SF 8/11
Live @ The Fixx 8/11
Live @ Surly Wench Tucson 8/11
Live @ The Sail Inn 7/11
Group @ Tempe Tavern 7/11
Live @ Sail Inn 7/11
Live @ The Fixx 7/11
CSOTYS @ Tucson 7/11
NXOEED @ NYC 7/11
Live @ Conspire 7/11
Live @ The Fixx 6/11
Live @ Sail Inn 6/11
Live @ The Fixx 6/11
Live @ The Fixx 6/11
Live @ Long Wong's 6/11
Live @ The Fixx 6/11
Live @ Conspire 6/11
Live @ Sail Inn 5/11
Live @ The Fixx 5/11
NXOEED TEMPE 5/11
Live @ TC 4/11
Live @ Long Wong's 2/11
Group @ The Fixx 2/11
Group @ Cone Arts 12/10
Solo @ The Orange Table 3/10
Solo @ Firehouse Gallery 11/09
BUNNIES AND BIRDS 6/09
Valentine's Day 2/09
SAUSAGES! 05/08
Valentine's Day 2/08
Ghost Show 12/07
Two-Man @ Trunk Space 06/05
Goodbye COUNTRY :( 03/05
Group @ Thought Crime 04/04
Group @ Thought Crime 2/04
NYE at COUNTRY 12/03
Solo @ Thought Crime 12/03
Group @ The Brickhouse. 11/03
Group @ Rezurrection 10/03
Halloween @ COUNTRY. 10/03
Group @ The Brickhouse 10/03
Group @ The Brickhouse 09/03
Group @ Wet Paint 07/03
Group Show 07/03
Group @ Kontrive 07/03
Group @ E-Joy 07/03
Group @ Wet Paint 05/03
Group @ Thought Crime 05/03
Group @ Wet Paint 04/03
Group @ Thought Crime 03/03
Group @ Thought Crime 02/03
Group @ Thought Crime 01/03
AOR @ Bash on Ash 09/02
Group @ Lucky Dragon 05/01
Group @ The Alwun House 11/00
Group @ The Alwun House. 08/99
Group @ The Alwun House. 09/97
Circle @ Hollow Tree 5/94
SM Group Show 05/93
ATTA Group Show 11/92
GW Student Show. 12/91

CREATURES AND MY NEW TIME MACHINE.

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1: Friday, September 12. Creatures. It’s a group show @ Firehouse Gallery in Downtown Phoenix. I guess we’re calling me the featured artist for this event, although I don’t know that I’m gonna stand out all that much. We’ve got 18 artists participating so far, and I’ll surrender my wall space to make room for as many as possible, so maybe I should just stop calling myself the featured artist. I feel like such a creep saying it like that anyway. My paintings could end up being the worst ones in the show. Who knows.

I’ll be showing a few of the pieces that I intend to hide for the Orbis hunt. Here’s the event page:

https://www.facebook.com/events/798795056817765

2: It’s been an emotionally-draining couple of months, with the worst of it hitting me within just the past several days. I’m not gonna lie, my morale is not terribly high right now. Maybe it’s the long, painful goodbye to a dying loved one. Maybe it’s the shock of the realization that I’ve got a little over a month to finish 116 paintings. Maybe I snapped last week and said or did some insensitive, possibly mean-spirited things that have caused me to fall out of favor with a few of the people I love the most. Maybe I deserve everything I get. Maybe I’ve got some thinking to do.

In the meantime, I have learned that I can ease the pain via time travel. So I am here to tell you that I have built a time machine.

The meaning of life came to me around twenty-six years ago in the form of an AM radio station with the call letters “KUKQ”. I was sixteen years old in 1989, and life was terrible. I don’t remember actually having any friends. I was the frequent subject of ridicule, a whipping boy for school bullies. I flunked out of every class for drawing pictures compulsively. I shaved my eyebrows off in an attempt to look like the guy in Midnight Oil. I listened to music nobody liked or understood. I had an unhealthy obsession with Batman to the point that I began to dress like him.

I was a lonely kid.

Life changed for the better when I boarded my school bus one day and heard a Buzzcocks song on the radio. This may not seem like a big deal now, but there were no Buzzcocks songs on the radio back then. They were not considered legitimate music by whatever idiots in charge determined such things.

My bus driver was a kindred spirit. He was the only guy in the entire Tempe Union High School District that I didn’t utterly despise. He often complimented my concert t-shirts and recommended new artists. I used to buy albums based on his recommendations, and liked most of them. I also knew the bus didn’t have a tape deck. This was a radio station for sure. The songs kept coming. Robyn Hitchcock, Skinny Puppy, The Bolshoi, Xymox. I was stunned. When I got to my stop, I asked the driver what we were listening to. “It’s great, isn’t it? It’s on AM 1060. They changed their format just a couple days ago.”

I spent the years that followed obsessing over the station. I had their stickers on everything I owned. I called frequently just to chat with their deejays about nothing in particular. I won CDs and show tickets literally every week (it was not hard to be the tenth caller). KUKQ was my gateway drug into everything I am today. It’s what got me reading MRR, which is what got me responding to their pen-pal ads and making some friends in the industry that I still have to this day. It got me into punk rock and early industrial music. It got me into zine-making and flyer-illustrating. It got me going to shows and supporting local art and music. It’s the reason I can’t fall asleep unless I tune my AM radio between stations and take in the coagulation of noise that spills out. It even got me into amateur radio, sort of.

I had a love affair with KUKQ, and was heartbroken when it ended.

I’m still the same idiot I was back then. I still listen to all that music, still ride around on my bicycle pinning flyers on any surface that’ll take ‘em. Still have the old KUKQ stickers on everything I own (Thanks to Jim Ballard’s ResurreKQtion Night at Rips every month). Still have a hard time interacting with other human beings, though I’m grateful to be able to call many of them my friends. Still ruining my life by drawing and painting compulsively on any surface I can find. The only difference between now and then is that I’m a 42 year-old man now, and it’s creepy. But that’s alright. I’m okay with being creepy.

So, about that time machine….

I removed the vast majority of the MP3s I had on my Ipod and replaced them with songs that showed up frequently on KUKQ playlists between 1989 and 1994. Most of them are songs I don’t particularly care for. Songs like ‘Valerie Loves Me’ by Material Issue, ‘Return to Yesterday’ by The Lilac Time, and ‘Sunshine Smile’ by Adorable. They’re alright, but nothing I really care to hear more than a few times in rotation. Some of these songs I down right hate. Doesn’t matter. Time travel is the objective here. I’ve got interstitial bumper music and station identification that I’ve cut from the few airchecks I could find. I’ve got the original deejays breaking in between songs and announcing “Alternative Dance Nights at Anderson’s Fifth Estate”. I’ve got old commercials for The Graffiti Shop, Hot Topic, and more than a few monster truck rallies. I’m rebuilding the old KUKQ brick by brick. Insane, maybe. But I don’t care. It’s working. When I’m riding around town, hiding paintings or pinning flyers up in my old spots and listening to this playlist, I feel like I’m connecting with the dozen or so ghosts of my former self and letting them all know that everything’s going to be alright, that I’ll grow up and not change. That I’ll be the same idiot at sixty that I was at sixteen, that I am at forty-two. People will enter my life. People will leave. I will love, I will lose, and I will not change.

Needless to say, if you’ve got old Airchecks from 1060 between 1989 and 1994, please send me copies. You’d be making a great contribution to the science of time travel.

THINGS

1: Here’s that list of participating bands. I noticed after posting this pic that I had neglected to include Page The Village Idiot on the flyer, so I went back and wrote his name literally 200 times (although I must confess, I abbreviated on more than a few of them). So, Page The Village Idiot. Page the Village Idiot. PAGE THE VILLAGE IDIOT.

There.

2: It’s been a rough weekend. A close friend of mine had an aneurysm early Friday morning. We were told upon visiting that she had been brain dead. We spent the following eight hours sobbing and saying our final goodbyes when a neurosurgeon walked in and said, “I don’t know what they’re talking about. This woman is nowhere near brain dead.”

Terrifying.

So he operated on her. She’s on life support, unresponsive. I’ve been at the hospital every day since. The reason I bring this up is so that you know that I’m not neglecting you. I’ve got some announcements, but they can wait. 

ORBIS, PRINTS, AND OTHER HUNTS

1: We have our 100 bands. Technically, we’re a little over 100. I guess I overbooked. But I don’t care. The more the merrier. Thanks so much to everybody participating. It’s gonna be amazing, like an invisible music festival. Can’t wait to see that poster with 100 bands on it hanging all over town. Here’s the event page again:

https://www.facebook.com/events/1452052905062804/

2: Thanks to those of you who bought prints over the weekend. They’re going a lot faster than I figured they would. I’ve still got a couple left of each, so let me know if you want one.

Truth be told, I’ve got these other prints that I haven’t talked to you about yet. I’m not going to post pictures of them. They were taken from the Ova Concilium Scroll. Remember that wretched thing? Well, I guess I thought it’d be a good idea to get prints made, but the images didn’t translate well to card stock. This is not the printer’s fault. I made the contrast on both JPEGs just a bit too high. Everybody who has seen them tells me they look perfectly fine, but I’m apprehensive about putting them out there. So I guess I’ll only sell ‘em in the dark, and at half the price of my other prints.

No, you can’t see them.

3: Alright, elephant in the room: friend of mine said to me the other day, “I can always tell which of your Facebook friends hates you by how eager they are to tell you that other artists are hiding art too.” I don’t necessarily agree with that observation, but I see her point. I knew I’d have to address this sooner or later, so here we go…

Here’s the thing: other people hide stuff too. They’re not doing it to hurt me. Some of them don’t even know that I exist. Yes, I’ve been doing it for a long time, and yes, I’ve been marketing myself exclusively as “that guy who hides 99% of his art” for about half of my career. And I’m sure everybody’s correct in pointing out that there’s been a spike in art hunts ever since the Vice thing happened in March.

Have I been at it for longer than a lot of folks? I don’t know, maybe. But keep in mind that the term “buried treasure” exists because there are people who literally bury their treasure. Easter Egg Hunts are nothing new. I remember being five years old and going on Sunday School treasure hunts for pennywhistles and hard candy. And the Toynbee Tile guy’s been at it since the early ’80s. In short, I did not invent hiding things in bushes or hanging them on telephone poles. The most I can claim is that there has been a movement developing within street art over the past 10-15 years involving the act of deliberately hiding art for interested parties to find and collect. Maybe I’m fortunate enough to be able to say that I’ve been a part of it from the start. If that’s the case, I have no doubt in my mind that there are dozens (if not hundreds) of artists who can also make that claim.

I get messages every three weeks or so, every time somebody else hides art. It’s been going on for years. Even back when when people started geocaching, I got messages about it. And the two are almost completely unrelated.

I love you guys to death for looking out for me, but other people hide art too, and I don’t hate them for it. They’re essentially helping me make my point — that a vacant lot is no less legitimate a space to display and market art than a gallery is.

PRINTS

So, I guess I have prints now. I got these last night. They turned out a lot better than I thought they would. They’re on heavy card stock and printed at a much higher quality than I’m used to seeing. My friend works in a print shop and hooked me up. 

We went back and forth on what I should charge for these. She said they’re worth 25-30 bucks. I disagreed with that and said I that wanted to charge seven. Then she yelled at me. I don’t know anything about commerce. I live in a world where food is traded for goods and services, and clothing is found rather than bought. I live in 1876. But I guess the quality is good, there are only twelve of each, and I really need to raise money so that I can pull Orbis off. So let’s call these limited edition, hand-signed prints. for the (arguably) low price of ten dollars, you can own one. Your choice of forlorn severed head floating through space, or three-breasted visitor from The Pleiades and the science that brought him here. Those are the only ones I have.

I know. I’m an idiot. 

ORBIS UPDATE // THE “DARK PROBLEM”.

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1: Thanks to Troy Farah and the Up On The Sun blog for helping to get the word out about this project. Bands from all over the country emailed me yesterday with samples of their music. We’ve just about got this thing booked up. I’ll be posting a new version of the infographic with an updated list of participating bands early next week.

You can read the interview here: http://goo.gl/aTOiky

2: I ran into somebody I hardly know the other night while I was out in Scottsdale, flyering for a show. “You hate galleries”, she said, just like that. This is news to me. I thought I liked galleries. I’m working with two of them right now. When I asked her to elaborate, “People talk” was all she would say.

Truth be told, it’s not that I have a problem with galleries, but that some of them have a problem with me. Every year around this time, my inbox fills up with requests from curators asking if I’d like to get in on some show that’s happening in the early fall. They’re all booking their Halloween-themed events, and I guess I’m in that group of artists they consider dark enough to call upon. That’s cool. I like Halloween. If I’ve got the work available, I’m more than happy to participate.

The problem comes when they decide that my work isn’t suitable for their establishment at any other time of the year.

Between you and me, I don’t think there’s anything particularly dark about my work. I think people are crazy. These galleries that refuse to take my work quite frequently exhibit work from artists who are exploring much darker subject matter than I am. CSI Miami is darker than my work is. If I’m being completely honest here, when somebody tells me, “We don’t know if you’re right for us because your work is too dark. Can you paint something lighter?”, what I hear is, “Your soul is defective. Why don’t you have that looked at and get back to us?” It’s a little insulting. 

Maybe I’m being a baby. Maybe not. I decided some years back that I probably wasn’t going to get the opportunity to have a legitimate, institutional career in art. I’m an outsider, whether I like it or not. Because of this, I’ve had to get creative. That’s one of the reasons I hide my work. I needed a direct, open line of communication with the people who actually want what I have to offer. This has worked out great for the past fifteen years or so. But something interesting has been happening in recent years, as these art hunts gain some attention. Curators now contact me out of the blue just to tell me that they don’t want to work with me.

I find this utterly fascinating. It seems that what’s happening is, people who are validated by their memberships in exclusive clubs feel robbed of the opportunity to let me know that I’m not invited, because I’ve constructed an ecosystem of my own that supports my artistic endeavors, and don’t get around much to their neck of the woods anymore. So they actually seek me out just to let me know. The most recent event like this occurred two weeks ago. Somebody I don’t particularly care for wrote me out of the blue just to let me know that “I’m really not right for his project”.

Hilarious.

I’m not gonna lie, I kind of love this. I’ve been fighting this shit my entire life. I grew up attending a borderline cultic private school in Central Phoenix, populated almost entirely by inbred, Children-of-The-Corn-like, Dutch farm kids and their parents. Here’s an example of just how insular and bad it was: there was a talent show every year. Each class had a skit they performed. One year, my little brother’s first grade teacher decided that it would be nice to have the kids perform a minstrel show, in black-face. This actually happened. It was 1987. Nobody had a problem with it, with the exception of my family and maybe one other. Even the Principal was on board. He didn’t understand why we were making such a fuss about it. We were eventually pulled out of the school because of this. They had a saying: “If you’re not Dutch, you’re not much.” Even the teachers said it, even to the non-Dutch kids, without a care in the world. Well, I’m not Dutch, and I didn’t believe a word of it. This is probably what gave birth to my hatred of exclusivity. I believe that social hierarchy is an illusion. There are no actual elites. Memberships only matter to people who need desperately to belong to groups that other people have formed. They need leaders to follow. It’s the only way they know.

So I don’t “hate galleries” at all. I love them. I merely choose to work with the ones that are supportive of me.

CREATURES

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1: This’ll be a fun show. Creatures @ Firehouse Gallery. Friday, September 12. It’s a group show. It’ll run through October’s First Friday, which incidentally is the night of the Orbis “100 Paintings for 100 Bands” Art Hunt. My pieces in the show will serve as clues to the whereabouts of those paintings and the albums that accompany them. Here’s the event page:

https://www.facebook.com/events/798795056817765/

2: Sketchbook night.

So, I want have one night out of the month where we can all get together and work in our sketchbooks. Tucson used to have a night like this at the Surly Wench Pub. I miss it. So let’s get together and do one. Preferably some place well-lit and air conditioned. I’m tired of swamp coolers.

FOXES WERE HUNTED.

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1: Thanks to all who participated in the Fox Hunt Saturday. I’m really pleased with the turn-out, but a little annoyed with whoever keeps tailing me and picking up everything I leave behind. That’s what I’m assuming is happening anyway, because I had 24 pieces of art hidden in Tempe alone, and only seven were reported to be found. I rode back through Tempe on the way to the afterparty and none of the paintings were in their hiding spots. I don’t mind the tailing so much, or the hoarding. What bugs me is that the hoarder probably isn’t terribly proud of the fact that he’s got a stack of paintings from a guy he’s been following around all day, so he avoids posting his findings on social media, and nobody knows what’s been found.

So Mystery Hunter, let me just say that I have no problem with your methods. You are skilled at the hunt, and I applaud you for this. Just please post your findings on social media, or at least send me an email letting me know what’s been found.

2: ORBIS update: Holy crap. I’m overwhelmed by the support we’re getting on this project. You guys have been amazing. Confirmations keep coming in. Bands have been giving me their tapes and CDs at just about every show I attend. I’d like to thank again, in particular, Mazel Toast, Media Tempe, and Rubber Brother Records for getting so many bands on board, Nardwuar The Human Serviette for the retweets and recommendations, B-Sides Magazine for taking on the task of getting confirmations from our LA bands, and of course, the bands themselves, which at this point are at such great a number that listing them all would take up valuable blogging real estate. Stay tuned for some announcements.

3: RESURREKQTION RADIO / KQ NIGHT @ RIPS. So, anybody who knows me knows that my development as a musically-conscious being is attributed in large part to an AM radio station that existed between 1989 and 1994, when I was in my teens and early twenties. This was AM 1060 KUKQ, an alternative station that often played music most alternative stations would not go near. It was an exciting moment to be a kid, though I didn’t realize it at the time. There was no internet. Tapes were traded via snail mail. Punks who wanted to communicate with punks in other cities did so by answering pen pal ads in the back of MRR. There were no MP3s, so new music was often discovered just by rummaging around in record stores and looking for the album with the most interesting cover. Flyers were collected as opposed to discarded. They were high contrast black and white Xeroxes, works of art in and of themselves, as opposed to the ugly 4”x6” glossy nothings with bubbly lettering and busy background that nobody ever notices. I was going to graphic design school at the time, which meant that I had free access to a copy machine. I used it to publish zines while nobody was looking. Every beautiful moment in my youth is centered around copy machines and KUKQ.

For the past nine months, folks who were too young to remember KUKQ have been getting a monthly history lesson via ResurreKQtion night at Rips in Central Phoenix. Jim Ballard and former KQ deejay Leah Miller go out of their way to make the vibe as eerily nostalgic as possible, and they succeed. They even have a brand new batch of those old KQ stickers printed up, the ones we used to cut and re-assemble on our notebooks and skateboards to read, “FUKQ”. I mention this for two reasons: one, they’ve got a new radio show called ResurreKQtion Radio on KQ 106.7 FM. 106.7 is something of a trip back in time itself. Jonathan L, former programming director at KUKQ and father of the modern music festival, can be heard three nights a week with his show, The Lop-sided World of L. DJ Perry spins his Friday night classic alternative mix reminiscent of the kind we used to hear from Swedish Eagle back in the day. And now there’s ResurreKQtion Radio, which can be heard every Friday night from 8-10PM. Of the two stations in town currently riding the legacy of KUKQ, this is the one I recommend. It’s the closest to the original, at least on certain nights.

The second reason I bring all this up is because I hide paintings at every ResurreKQtion Night. There’s one coming up this Friday. It might be the perfect opportunity for new art hunters who spent Saturday night fruitlessly searching in back allies for foxes to finally get their hands on a painting. Join us?

4: My music critic alter-ego, Yulunga Baktai, has a column in this month’s issue of B-Sides Magazine. B-Sides is a print publication that goes out of its way to avoid having an online presence, so look for it around town. You’ll see it.

HOPE THIS DOESN’T MAKE ME SOUND LIKE A JERK

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1: I made this annoying infographic for the 100 painting/album art hunt.You’ll be able to see it by clicking on the link below. It’ll tell you everything you need to know.

http://ntnglobalsystems.com/orbis.htm

2: The Fox Funt is happening this Saturday night at 7:00 PM. Keep your eyes peeled. I’ll be posting clues on the Facebook event page, which should be linked somewhere on this blog.

3: So, I fired my booking agent, not because he did anything wrong (he didn’t), but because I’m finding lately that I don’t really need one. 90 percent of my shows come about by saying “okay, I’ll do that” to anybody who asks. I’ve noticed, however, that this is not the best way to go about booking my life away, because it lands me in all kinds of unpleasant situations. I feel I should be laying down a few ground rules for those who wish to book me for future events, particularly the live art gigs. So here they are:

- My “fee”, if you can call it that, is based on how little I think I’m going to enjoy the event. If you’re a buddy of mine, and you need a painter for your band’s show at whatever venue you’re booked to play at, there’s no fee. I’m down. If you’re a buddy of mine and you’re the event promoter, there’s no fee. If I don’t really know you at all, but you seem like a good person, and you’re not charging an arm and a leg at the door, there’s probably no fee. If it’s a rave or a large outdoor music festival, however, I hate those with a passion. There’s gonna be a fee.

- I’m gonna want to table my merch at the event. I’ll need a +3 by my name. One for the person tabling, and two just because.

- If it’s one of those live art bar shows, and you’re buying the artists drinks, I’ve been sober for quite a while now. No drinks for me. Buy me dinner. If they don’t serve food at that particular bar, I’m sure there’s a food truck nearby. Hot dogs are good.

- This is probably lame, but I’m a guy on a bicycle, often traveling distances upwards of twenty miles just to get to the show. If I’ve got a giant painting strapped to my back, I become a sailboat and blow right into oncoming traffic. I’m not risking it anymore. If you want me to paint for your event, I have to ask that you provide the canvas and/or board, along with enough black and white acrylic paint to cover it. I’ll provide the colors and the brushes. If you want it to sit on an easel, you’ll have to bring one of those too. I’m not ruining any more bikes trying to get easels to shows.

- The more interesting the event, the more compelled I am to do it. Birthday party for a horse? I’m down. Chili cookoff at the Masonic Lodge? Sign me up. Tarantula convention? Hell yes. House parties are good too. Any show happening in a place where shows are not typically supposed to happen is good to me.

- If you have the audacity to charge the artist anywhere between 30 and 100 dollars to set up and paint for your crappy club event, go away. I hate you. You’re asking that fee because you don’t know how to promote, and everybody in town knows it. People who charge their talent disgust me, and the artists who agree to those events are pinning big scarlet dollar signs to their chests, broadcasting to the world that they’re naive enough to pay to play. Some have offered in the past to “waive the fee”, presumably because they believe my being there might lend credibility to the event. Not gonna happen. You want me there? 100 bucks. In fact, just having a conversation with me about your crappy event will cost you 30 non-refundable dollars up front.

NEW THINGS TO TELL YOU ABOUT

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1: There’s a map up at Vox Clothing on Fifth Street in Downtown Phoenix. It reveals the general hiding spots I have planned for the Fox Hunt on July 26. I have the street names blacked out in the image above. You’ll have to walk through Vox’s door if you want to get a better idea of where this is all happening, and there’s no better time to do that than on Third Friday.

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2: So, this is happening. ORBIS, First Friday, October 3rd. I’ll be hiding 100 paintings for 100 bands. They’ll be accompanied by the albums that inspired them. Find the painting with the album. It’s been a lot of fun putting this project together. I’m honestly really overwhelmed by the support of the bands and the people helping me out with this project. Special thanks go to Mazel Toast, Media Tempe, Rubber Brother Records, B-Sides Magazine, and of course all the bands, which include KONGOS, North Side Kings, Fake Snake, Melted Cassettes, Andy Warpigs, The Line Cutters, Scorpion vs. Tarantula, Japhy’s Descent, Rum Rebellion, Wolvves, Black Bottom Lighters, TKLB, Fairy Bones, Field Tripp, Strange Conversation, 80*D, Smothers Fuckers, Nomada, LightSpeedGo, Sister Lip, Sundressed, Genre, Decker., Owl & Penny, Dry River Yacht Club, The Rebel Set, Broloaf, Father Figures, Hillbilly Devilspeak, PTWKAF, Playboy Manbaby, {pic}, Travis James and the Acrimonious Assembly of Arsonists, Banana Gun, Captain Squeegee, Recycling Lost Cities, Aside of Mind, Worst Company To Keep, OGBYN, The Meat Department, Songs Lacking Talent, Page The Village Idiot, and many others that are “almost but not quite confirmed”. We’ve got confirmations coming in by the hour and i’m very confident that we’ll have all 100 spots filled by next week. If your band is interested in participating, get in touch with me. I’d love to have you. This is gonna be so much fun.

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3: Some shows coming up:

- I believe I have a sticker show with a couple of friends on Saturday night at Bar Smith, but I don’t know the details of that yet. I’ve got some new stickers made. Come and get ‘em. I’ll have some of the Jerk Pins and those flyer paintings available too.

- There’s a show coming up at Phoenix Art Spaces (next door to Aside of Heart on Fifth Street in Downtown Phoenix) on August’s First Friday. It’s a benefit for Autism research. I’ll be donating a piece or two to the show. I need more details. I guess I’ll know more next week.

- Creatures @ Firehouse Gallery, Friday, September 12. I’m the featured artist for this show. It’ll run through October’s First Friday, and my pieces will serve as clues for the 100 painting Art Hunt I was just telling you about.

4: So, that rave happened on Saturday night. I was driven to Superior, AZ in a carload of extremely talkative people who do things like play “road games”. I do not like to play road games. I wasn’t quite sure what to think about all that. As for the rave itself, I liked the spot that it took place in. There were some decent chalcedony geodes and a few nice pieces of jasper scattered about the desert floor. We spotted a few tarantulas here and there. I like rocks and tarantulas a lot. I do not like raves nearly as much. I painted for a couple hours and ended up selling the piece (unfinished) to a very kind person who took it off my hands and saved me from a very uncomfortable ride home once the talkative people were to drop off at my bicycle. I saw a lot of my friends there, made a few new ones, and of course I had my Ipod with me, so I didn’t have to endure any of the music. It wasn’t too bad. I was reprimanded at one point by one of the organizers for walking around with my lantern on. That annoyed me a little, but I got over it. It’s over, and the talkative people who got me there had a good time, so I guess that’s all that matters. Let’s go ahead and call this my official retirement from the “desert party community”, not that I was ever really a part of it.

Here’s the painting I worked on:

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FUNDRAISING

1: I’m raising money for a project. I don’t need a whole lot of money. Just enough to keep it going. I don’t want to tell you what the project is just yet, but it’ll be happening during October’s First Friday in Downtown Phoenix, and I think it’ll be a lot of fun.

I don’t really believe in Kickstarter. I’d rather just give you something for the money. I’ve been doing these little paintings on flyers that I find around town lately. I cover them in postage labels and paint on top of them. They don’t take very long to make. I do five of them a day, usually during the morning. If you want one, or if you just want to help the cause, give me twenty bucks and I’ll give you one. The ones in the picture above have already been sold.

2: So this thing that I’m raising money for, I need bands. I don’t want to tell you what it is just yet, but it’s gonna be fun. If you’re in a band and you’d like to participate, get in touch with me.

3: AUDIO BEND TWO. This is the rave I’ll be painting live at on Saturday night. It’s a desert party. There’ll be art, music, light displays, water slides, free candy, and all kinds of crazy crap. It sounds like a lot of fun. I’ll have my friend Marna from Viva Vox Press with me. She’ll have a table stacked with my art and her zines. Call the infoline at 480-256-BEND for directions on the day of the party.