Monday, May 28, 2012
So back to artists. Art is a hammer, some pinko floyd type once said. And Hammer made some artistic films. ("Huh?"). An excuse to wish Happy Birthdays this past week to Peter Cushing (would have been 99), Christopher Lee, as I write this, as well as non-Hummers Vincent Price, Frank Oz (there are 3 key Star Wars B-days, three in a row), Robert Morley (104) and Isadora Duncan (135). "Let's Dance..."
But allons-y to le musee.
Since it is a week of memories, I thought I would flashback to the great and heady art days of the Space Pirate Radio poster contests. This is only part of the winning entry of artist-book maker Sandra Liddel. The poster interpretation of Mike Merenbach's art is one of four table mats, enclosed in a boxed book case, that when opened, revealed a place setting with a saucerful of secrets. Italian tablecloth a la Chef Bruno, fork and knife...AND custom made version of The Official Space Pirate Radio Decoder Ring (Moron this later). TRULY a MASTERPIECE! And to this day, one of my most cherished obscure objects of art in the SPR archive. Mondo Salads! My salutes to the artistes involved.
No sacrifice too great for art.
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Turn off Dancing with the Tsars! Let us Terpsicore with the Fox Trotsky!
And NO sacrifices here, except those of a personal nature. As Gong sez, "Diana hunts, but NEVER kills."
It's May folks. The month of permission. The month of possibility. Consider this folks: of all 12 months, only 3 have the cunning linguistic potential to escape their namesakes in English translation. March is a command. A drill. And why not? It used to be the first month of the year. A call to war. Mars, the God of Alpha Males, sweat, steroids and ESPN. Get in line and Carry On! August can be descriptive, but it still can't escape the Augustus Caesar namebrand. Penis Envy with Julius: July. These families. Can't wait to see Tyler Perry's version of Julius Caesar. Well, yes I can. But back to the original TEN months of the year, which the Romans seem to have possibly broken. It's all names and numbers. (How many of your friends are born under the sign of Intercalaris?)
But only May suggests...(hello Maia...rhymes with Gaia. Juno hosts a good party. Janus, a thespian. Well balanced or two-faced?).
Yes, you MAY! There is No You in front and definitely not a Not after. Call me sexist, but I love a Goddess who says YES.
Dig me cats and kittens?
(This program, The Amletariat Hour ["struggling hard to become The Proletariat Hour"] was made possible by a generous Permission Grant from The Bank of Gauche... "Building your Future in an Abstract, Philosophical, even Hypothetical Way.")
Fellow Travellers Insurance. "What Have you Got to Lose? You Don't Own it Anyway."
"Mr. Gorbachev...Tear down Ken Wahl!" (Ronald Reagan's often misquoted criticism of the old CBS program Wiseguy).
Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! (famous Distress Sign). Coco Chanel! Coco Chanel! Coco Chanel! (famous Distress Designer).