7/14 Live @ Audio Bend 2
6/14 Benefit @ Yucca Tap Room
6/14 Live @ Thirdspace
5/14 Live @ Sail Inn
Live @ Sail Inn 4/14
Art Hunt @ Hidden House 4/14
Group Show @ La Melgosa 3/14
Group Show @ Firehouse Gallery 3/14
Live @ Sail Inn 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
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
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
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
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
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
Valentine's Day 2/09
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



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.


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.



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.


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.


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:



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.


Not that there’s ever anything clever about them. 

1: Thank you all for coming out to the Suicide Prevention Benefit in honor of Nikki Dahling at Yucca Tap Room Friday. I’m told hundreds of dollars have been raised thus far. The raffle continues throughout the month of July with donations coming in by the hour. The exhibit remains on display at Rocket Resale in Tempe until the end of the month. Miss Construed Boutique is conducting raffle ticket sales on their website. 2 bucks will get you a shot at owning the painting of your choice. This bird is my contribution to the benefit. Here’s that link:


2: Thanks also for coming to the Summer Music Fest at Thirdspace, also on Friday. I practically killed myself getting there. I’ve got this rather large painting I’ve been working on for the past few months. It’s a commission. I work on it during the days when the swampcooler in my studio decides that it wants to kick in and do its job. I’m just about finished with it, and I figured that bringing it to the show and working on it live would finally give me the shot in the arm I needed to complete it. So I strapped it to my back and rode it to the show. I did not factor the wind into my reasoning, and a sudden gust forced me directly into the path of a moving car, which thankfully slowed to a stop when it saw that a giant painting riding a bicycle was about to hit it. I’m okay, and so is the painting. Finally got there, set up, and painted for a while. Got a lot done, but it still needs one more session before I can get it to its rightful owner. The music was alright. They’re all talented people, and many of them are friends of mine, but you know me. I have a very specific interest in free-form jazz, apocalyptic neo-folk, martial industrial, early punk rock, orchestral renditions of classic adult standards from the ’50s, ’60s and ’70s, and of course harsh noise. There’s not a whole lot that a music festival in 2014 can give me, unless it’s happening in Estonia. But I had my Ipod, and because of that, I had an enjoyable listening experience.

I met a lot of folks. Made a few new friends. Had a decent time. Thanks Jeff Moses for including me.

3: Party in the desert two weeks from now. Saturday, July 12. Audio Bend 2. I’m sure there’ll be scorpions. Kill me.


4: My best friend is moving back to Portland this week. I’m sad about that. If you happen to run into Lawrence before he goes, kick him in the ankle for me, and say, “That’s for Portland”. He’ll appreciate it.



1: Last week sure sucked. Between a very sad, hot birthday and the world’s least pleasant music festival, I never want to go outside again. Having said that, I’ll be outside this Friday evening, painting live at the Decker / Field Tripp / Dry River Yacht Club show. There’s information about the location somewhere on this blog. Scroll down a bit and you’ll find it.

2: So, Mill Avenue is dead to me. I’m not even gonna ride through it anymore. I’ll take the side streets.

Saturday night, I was doing that thing I do, hiding paintings and leaving clues, and I hid one at a pizza place (no need to name names). I left one painting and one clue.

You’ve seen the clues. They’re those little leaflets that say, “A painting has been hidden within a hundred yards of this location. Go find it.” This was on the patio. I did it without realizing in presence of a very aggressive security guard with no front teeth, and he wasn’t happy. He grabbed both the painting and the leaflet, tore them up in front of me and threw them in the trash. I suggested that he go and do something with himself. I won’t say what that something was, but you can probably figure it out. He exited the patio and walked up to me. Got in my face. Told me to “Move along, little boy, and don’t come back to my restaurant again or I’ll call the cops”. So I put a couple more clues on the bus stop outside of this place while he stood there and warned me. “You’re talking to yourself, idiot”, I said. “I’m not putting anything in your restaurant. They’re on public property.” He kept insisting that I was “pushing it”, but I was persistent. The more he threatened, the more clues I placed just outside his restaurant. I’m aware that he was a rather large man with a few inches on me in height and some serious body mass, but I’m over-confident in these situations, probably due to the small arsenal I keep in my front basket, just in case.

So that’s that. I’m not allowed back at a pizza place I never frequented, and it got me thinking about Tempe’s recent change in attitude toward its artists and musicians. The venues are all either closing or moving out of town. There are literally four places left giving wall space to local artists. There is now a “sitting law” in effect, making it illegal for any Mill Avenue street artist selling art on the street to be caught sitting on the ground, even for a second. And now even the pizza places are turning on us. This city seems to be sending a very loud message to its creatives, and I think I’m finally ready to listen. I’m disappointed in you, Tempe. You were better than this.

3: This happened. Thanks, Delunula.



1: The next Art Hunt is July 26. I’m hiding 13 foxes (paintings of foxes) throughout Tempe and Phoenix. Seven in Tempe, six in Phoenix. We’re gonna go a little later with this one because it’ll be hot outside, so start looking for clues on the event page around 7:00 PM. Afterparty @ Casey Moore’s.


2: Thanks to my buddy Marna and B Sides magazine for coming through with Warped Tour press passes for and my girl and me. This was the first time I’ve ever been to one of these things, and I have to say, it was miserable. I’ll save the details for my review, but let me just say that the image of morbidly obese teens in face paint cowering under tractor trailers for shade and shoveling ferret-sized corn dogs into their mouths has been forever seared into my  head. If ever there comes an apocalypse, it’ll look a lot more like The Warped Tour than any movie about dead people walking around and eating living people. You know the world is upside-down when shade is marketed as a viable commodity.

3: I’m booked for three events between now and the July 26 art hunt. Two of them on June 27, and one on July 12. There’s the Red House Summer Fest at Third Space on Grand in Downtown Phoenix, then “Her Name Was Nikki Dahling”, a suicide prevention benefit at the Yucca Tap Room hosted by my buddy Marco in honor of my other buddy Nikki, who sadly passed away earlier this year. The one on July 12 is a rave. That should be interesting. Here are the event pages:




4: TETRADIAGON is coming back! Your favorite blog about some of the uglier aspects of Phoenix’s art and music scenes will be up and running this summer. What this actually means is that we’re changing the name of http://TempeArt.com back to Tetradiagon. Nothing will really change, other than the fact that we’ll all be writing for it again. 



I made a treasure map earlier in the week. It has nothing to do with the title of this post, or with the art hunts. It’s a map of some of my favorite gem and mineral collection sites around the state. I’m only posting it because I feel that every post needs at least one picture. 

For some reason, I spend a lot more time outdoors in the summer than any other season. This is stupid, i know. I’m an idiot to want to spend all my time outside when it’s 117 degrees, and because I’m an idiot, I’ve booked quite a few outdoor shows between now and late August. I’ll list some of the more recent ones in a minute. But first, I need your help with a couple of things:

1: My birthday’s on the 17th. I’ll be 42. For the past few years, I’ve had a tradition of celebrating it at Long Wong’s (the one on Apache and McClintock). Unfortunately, they closed down earlier this year. I need a place to go, preferably with live music. Any suggestions? If you’re doing a show that night, let me know about it. I’ll come. Even if your band is terrible. As it stands right now, I have nothing else to do. 

2: The day after, June 18, is going to suck. Why, you ask? Well, my girlfriend is really into a particular musician. I happen to despise this musician, and unfortunately for me, she’s appearing at The Van’s Warped Tour this year.

She tried to sell it to me as the ultimate birthday present: “Boyfriend, you won’t believe what you’re getting this year!” as though standing in a field in Mesa on a late-June afternoon and watching a bunch of bands I don’t like (and one in particular that I really can’t stand) is just what I’ve always wanted. Once that sales pitch blew up in her face, she started resorting to threats. She’s made it very clear that, not only am I going to come with her, but I’m supposed to supply the tickets. Or else. 

So, I’m either going to The Warped Tour this year, or I’m going to be kicked in the head every night in my sleep for the rest of my life. Either way, June 18th is gonna suck. To make matters worse, apparently the stupid thing is sold out. I know there are ways of buying tickets, but I’m an artist, which is to say that I’m poor and stupid. I need your assistance. If you’re promoting this thing, or have access to press passes, help me out. Save my head from her foot. 

3: Upcoming shows:

I’ll update you on those later in the week, now that I think about it. I’m still trying to find out where two of them are going to be. 



Friends, it’s hot. I’m not going to be doing another twenty-painting art hunt until at least September, because neither of us wants to be out in the sun at high noon, rummaging through back alleys and shoving our arms into random bushes. So let’s try something different.

I’m fond of summer projects. My project last summer was to start a tongue-in-cheek local music blog that half the city despised. I found that more than a little baffling. So rather than sit around and be blamed by sycophantic hipsters for the downfall of the entire local music scene, I thought I’d try my hand at something a bit more positive this year. I’m going to be checking in at random places on Facebook throughout the summer, after sundown. I’m only going to check in when I have something to hide. Maybe a drawing, maybe a painting. Maybe it’s the size of a quarter, or maybe it’s the size of your refrigerator door. 

So here’s what I want you to do:

1) Friend me on Facebook if you haven’t already. 


2) Monitor my check-ins.

3) Look for one of these:



Good luck!



1: CSOTYS is 13 years old this year.

For those of you who don’t know, I’m in a “band” that doesn’t make a whole lot of sense to most people. We don’t play conventional instruments. Our “songs” aren’t very musical. Our “jam sessions” consist of  my buddy Shannon and I getting together in vacant fields hundreds of miles outside of town during certain moon phases, setting up our portable antennas, and monitoring the ionosphere for any unusual activity. My girlfriend is in the band. She plays the “Door-stop-itar”. It’s literally a stick with a doorstop screwed into it. She stands there and plucks it while I bang on my shortwave-keyboard (It’s a keyboard that accesses different shortwave frequencies with each key). Sometimes we have a rotary phone with us. Other times we’re making tape loops. But the vast majority of our sounds are radio frequencies, harnessed live, reconditioned and recorded.

We’ve had a few small brushes with things that essentially led us nowhere. We’ve had a little airplay on WFMU. We sent a package off to Nardwuar (we’ve yet to hear back). One reviewer once wrote of our work, “This isn’t music, it’s sleep machine noise for psychopaths”. We like that review. We wish we could find it. In short, we’re an acquired taste. You probably wouldn’t like us very much. In the event that you might, we have a new video we posted on Youtube. It consists of songs we’ve compiled from our thirteen years of putting out EPs that nobody gave a crap about. We’re calling it our “Greatest Misses” album. Here’s the link: 


2: I was asked to elaborate on some of my influences (who they are, how they influenced me, etc). I don’t usually get to go into detail about these sorts of things, so this’ll be fun.

"How To Draw Comics The Marvel Way" - I started out wanting to be a cartoonist. I already knew how to draw by the time I reached the fifth grade, but this dated, silly book taught me how to fine-tune my work.

Norm Breyfogle - He was an illustrator either for Batman or Detective Comics (I forget which). He had a really great way of capturing motion. The way he drew Batman’s cape was very representational, almost an abstraction, which was a rather unusual thing for a superhero comic artist to do in 1987. It was more important for him to convey movement than to create an accurate depiction of what a cape might look like in mid-flight. I really appreciated that. Huge influence on my line work, especially the birds.

Robert Crumb - Crumb is the reason I’m a little OCD about my cross-hatching. If my lines are up-down, side-to-side, they remain that way throughout the piece. I don’t like to mix diaganols with verticals and horizontals. I’ll do one or the other. If I’m doing diagonals, they’re probably back-slants. But that only applies to cross-hatching. I find myself doing less of that lately.

Charles Crumb - When seeing the Crumb documentary in 1994, I fell in love with the “wrinkle technique” that Charles developed in his later work.

Gary Groth - So around 1989, I started reading The Comics Journal. I would have been 17 at the time, a little young for their target demographic. A lot of their critiques were way over my head, but I tried to keep up. I ended up landing a gig at a comic book company in 1992. I was going to be illustrating a twelve-page superhero comic for mature audiences - my dream job, basically. This company was a frequent topic of discussion in TCJ, but when they told me they were gonna give me 75 bucks for twelve pages, I was outraged. I probably shouldn’t have been, but I was young and naive. I didn’t realize this was what a lot of artists were earning at the time. I refused to hand over the pages and severed all ties with the company. Gary would have been proud. That experience combined with Groth’s utter disdain for the superhero genre eventually informed my aversion to it as well. After a while, I stopped buying comics altogether and only picked up copies of The Comics Journal. To this day, I don’t read comics. Groth’s interviews with artists and writers were some of the best I’ve ever read. I learned a lot.

Ron Matteson - I went to commercial art school thinking I was gonna get the same kind of education I got in high school, meaning that I assumed they’d be giving me a sketchbook and some charcoal pencils and put me in front of a bunch of nude models and blankets draped over chairs. The first day was traumatizing. There was clearly more to commercial art than I could ever have imagined. I was sent home with a list of supplies I was supposed to buy if I wanted to remain in the class, things like amberlith, drafting vellum, X-acto Knives, Letraset catalogs, a list totaling hundreds of dollars. I was propelled into a world that was totally unfamiliar to me. Ron Matteson was an Emmy award-winning ad exec who took time out of his busy schedule to teach the course. I had issues with the guy at the time, but over the years, I’ve come to appreciate just how valuable his influence has been. I attended the school in 1991, a time when computers were not a huge part of the design landscape. There was no Photoshop. I was hand lettering my Helvetica fonts and cutting my own logos with a blade on a sheet of rubylith. To this day, I can hand-letter your name in Helvetica Bold, and you’ll think I made it in Photoshop. I learned about the fundamentals of symmetrical and asymmetrical design (concepts largely ignored by today’s designers, to their own detriment, I might add), and how to position your characters on an ad in such a way that they force the viewer’s eye directly into the company logo. It was like learning magic. I never intended to become a graphic designer, but this education has come in extremely handy for designing my own promotional material. I’m my own in-house design studio.

Jim Goad / Adam Parfrey / Zine Culture - So, I had all these newly-acquired graphic design skills, but nowhere to put them. I was also heavily involved in Tempe’s punk rock scene in the early ’90s, making flyers and album covers in exchange for getting into shows for free (I still do that, btw. 50 bucks and my name on the guest list’ll get you a decent enough flyer, provided I get to keep the original). I had access to a Xerox machine at school and a deep appreciation for the DIY self-publishing community. The design aesthetics of zines like Answer Me and books like Apocalypse Culture inspired me to publish zines of my own, which included such utterly forgettable titles as Green Spleen, The Slab, Bunny Fluff, Heads, and Broken Bird. I left copies all over Eastside Records, Headquarters, Metropophobia, and Zia. I doubt anybody picked them up. I also sent copies to my pen pals from MRR magazine (this is how punks communicated abroad pre-internet).

Genesis P-Orridge - Here’s a direct quote from Gen: “then the punk thing was happening. We knew a lot of those people personally. And it’s in a few magazines where they would do that famous quote, ‘Learn three chords - form a band.’ And I would always answer, ‘Why learn three chords?’ ” — I’ve built my entire worldview around this philosophy. Gen contended that the punks weren’t radical enough. To learn three chords before forming a band is to acknowledge that you aren’t legitimate until you’ve learned three chords. There’s no reason that a guitar can’t be played like a percussion instrument, or in terms that apply to me, a back alley or abandoned storage container can’t be a gallery. We can do whatever we want. Our belief in our creations lend them all the legitimacy they need.

David Tibet - The moment I heard Current 93, everything changed. I could feel my brain being rewired, kind of like the first time I had taken LSD. I went home that night and painted five new paintings in a style that had been completely foreign to me up to that point.

Austin Osman Spare - I’m not sure I buy into the notion of channeling the dead through art, but I’m fond of it in theory.

Boyd Rice - The man has a fine collection of hats.



1: This Friday marks the last time that Tempe Art-a-Gogh Gogh will be held at The Sail Inn. I’m a little sad about that. It’ll be a fun one, though. A lot of my friends will either be playing in bands or showing art. To be honest, I have no idea what I’m gonna be doing there. I’ve been working on this long-overdue commission for a friend that I began couple months back. I got a bit carried away with the code and hidden imagery, to the point that I’m up to 387,851 hidden images and references, and I’m trying to get it done by this time next week. It’s way too big to get to the Sail Inn on bicycle, and I really try to avoid riding in cars if I can, so it’s just going to have to remain in the studio until it’s finished. So I really have nothing to show, other than that albatross of a sketchbook I carry around with me (thanks again for helping me locate it). I was gonna try to get some prints made in time, but doesn’t look like it’s happening, as I’m running out of both time and money. So I guess I’ll just sit at my friend’s table and draw things until I get hungry or tired of talking to drunk people who can’t seem to avoid leaning over and spilling their drinks on me. Whichever comes first.


2: Here are some more scribbles from my sketchbook. I got a little feedback on the pics I posted last week, so I figured I’d post some more. The portrait on the top left is of my girlfriend, who hates this sketch and is going to kill me for posting it. It was originally part of the Ova Concilium Scroll, and in fact, it’s the only piece I have left of it. On the other side of course is some guy with a funny mustache and one of those haircuts that the kids are all sporting, and under him is Robert DeGrimston from The Process Church of The Final Judgment.

I should probably stress that I am by no means a “fan” of that fella with the fancy haircut there. He was a nasty human being, and I’m thrilled that he’s dead. But you have to admit, that’s one hell of a face.

3: So, I booked a live painting gig at a late-June outdoor event in Phoenix, because I am out of my mind, and wish to dissolve into a pile of puddle-soaked black clothing. It looks like it’s gonna be a fun show. The Red House Pub Summer Fest is happening Friday, June 27 at Red House Pub on Grand ave. Live performances by Dry River Yacht Club, Decker, The Haymarket Squares, Field Tripp, Wolvves, Bacchus and The Demon Sluts, and a bunch of others. Tickets are ten bucks (five before 7PM). We’re gonna have fun. Just don’t come up and hug me at this thing, because I’ll be covered in sweat, and you’ll be sorry. Summertime in Phoenix is handshake season.