all the college money spent

...see no future, pay no rent.

nowhere to go

ohhh, that magic feeling.

i had to re-post this, and i'm not sure i rememebr what i said about it, but i'm pretty sure i praised the wild and often-maligned robert stigwood flick, 'sgt. pepper's lonely hearts club band.' it delivers, on fine pop hits, lots of girls in shiny clothing, weird cameos, and almost no dialogue. i kind of stand by the bee-gees handling of the beatle songs... you have to admit, they could've been worse. yeah, i stand by this film. its flash and fast and a lot of fun. and this number, with paul nicholas and a diane-can't-remember-her-last-name is one of the inarguable highlights. dig it.

aw, schulz

(i wouldn't stop for a million bucks)

...sometimes only snoopy will do. i wish more people knew more of his older work. it was so deft and keen and biting. and the drawings were wispy and pretty yet sparing and expressive. i remember all those dog-eared volumes we stumbled across in morganton, north carolina. it was a blessing, believe me.

roman 1974

this is roman polanski in denim.

very nice.

piano

this one is almost two years old, too. but i love it. its dreamy and sound. i love the overweight rafe and all the sky blue and pink. there's not much deep meaning, but its pretty.

dial-a-story

i love this photograph of a boy and girl from the 1970's.

i have absolutely no idea where it came from, but i love it.

i lived it, somehow.

tranquility.

i love it.

morning gory

i can't remember how old i was when i saw my first copy of 'fangoria.' needless to say, i was stunned into silence, but couldn't look away. curious and precocious, i endured all the blood and clear slickness. i can say this for a fact: my first look at Penthouse gave me far fewer nightmares. still, my tomboy spirit digs the daring of 'fangoria,' and i cannot overlook the impact it had on my mind at the time. thank you, cousin... if it hadn't been for you, i don't know if i would ever have seen it.

audio breakfast: joni mitchell - 'harry's house: centerpiece'

this is one of my favorite songs. she manages to cram all the restrictions and wild repressed itchings of blume's 'wifey' into a nine west shoebox.

harry's house

i really like this picture of actor harry dean stanton. i love the kitchen, i love the cat, and i love how genuinely happy and fresh from the shower harry looks. i like the fact that, even moist and in a white robe, he obviously has so much real affection for the cat that he's completely unconcerned with 'fur transfer.' this picture just makes me feel... i don't know... married.

sweet apple jam

this one is pretty old... a few years. it was a journal embellishment jean-lucien put together. but i love the wild 'midnight' juxtaposition of the 'peace child' beatles and tim-curry-as-frank. it shouldn't work so well, but it does, you know? in any case, i've always liked the recklessness and fun of this piece. i almost get a halloween candy taste in my mouth when i dig on it. and george wins.

ash kisser

yeah, its a juvenile joke, i know... but i'd kiss the lovely science officer ash anywhere. even on the ship. in this scene, he's got so much going on. the way his eyes go all coy after he says, '...dallas, it has to go back,' just melts me. he's so devious, so like, cunning and sexy... and somehow he manages not to get blood spatter on his outfit despite being like, right there when Kane's chest explodes. i don't think he really took time out to do laundry. god, he's cute. sexy-in-space.

everybody loved stacks

...stacks of books, that is. so, jean-lucien sent me this shot a long time ago. i love it. having worked in a bookstore and a library, i just love places like this. the older and fuller with books, the better. i'm sure some girls imagine being romantically kissed in like, gondolas or under the eiffel tower, but id rather be backed up against the stacks and kissed in a place like this. i even like the somewhat dusty smell of old paper and all that romantic stuff. its a great shot.

happy birthday rik

i'm still not feeling so hot, but i noticed earlier today that it was rik mayall's 50th birthday, so even if this is my only entry, i just wanted to give the legendary mr. mayall a big wet dangerous birthday kiss. what can i say about rik? i used to think i first saw him in 'the young ones' in 1986, but i've since realized i'd seen 'an american werewolf in london' before then. still, it was rik the nasty sociology student that stole my heart. so tonight, i celebrate the countless laughs i owe to the one and only rik mayall. one of my favorite 'dangerous brothers' skits is featured below.

dangerous

dangerous crocodile snogging!

tape it

you need a blank tape? here, tape over this man...its nothing but the top 21 countdown.

practice

tonight's featured smoker is ian holm. i'm tired, so hopefully it will be enough to say that i don't remember what play he was rehearsing, but i couldn't wait to post this lusty, hazy shot of this (mostly) welsh gentleman, smoking in some unknown room, going through some unknown lines, wondering about god-knows-what. perhaps he was worried about keeping the heat on at his flat. perhaps he was comtemplating how he could best get away with making one of the wardrobe mistresses. perhaps he was only thinking of how he could craft his role to get the lion's share of the applause. i don't know. all i know is i've never seen a face like that of ian holm. and i wonder aimlessly and endlessly about the infinite variations of his preferences and habits. hey, maybe he loves scooby-doo, what do i know?

jealous

here is some lush notebook art from my partner. i like the idea behind it. just when you think you've slain that green-eyed monster, he returns, alive and well and every bit as sick and full of foul magic as he has been for centuries. i acknowledge mine may be a cynical position, but lately i keep my heart under lock and key. jealousy is like childbirth. you never remember how bad it hurts until you feel it the next time. perhaps i have an unfair advantage; i was born in love. but i can't help that any more than i can help having blue eyes. as for romantic love? well, its invariably handcuffed to jealousy, and i mean it when i say you can keep it. i'd almost rather be seasick than jealous. only being thirsty is worse.

joni mitchell : coyote

i ate the lotus

the lotus eaters were found in homer's 'the odyssey.' they were nymphs, i think...that bewitched ulysses and fed him lotus petals, which caused him and his crew to hallucinate or something. ( you'll have to cut me some slack on the specifics; i studied it in seventh grade.... yeah, i know, that's no excuse. ) in any case, this punchy strip of notebook art owes just as much to the r.e.m. song as it does to homer. so drink it in.

bluefish

hey, i actually made this one. i remember i wasn't even trying to like, 'compose,' it just sort of happened as i was shuffling pictures around in the lid of a shoebox. i thought the shade of blue was just right... its amazing, really, how many hundreds of shades of blue there are. but anyway, by the time i was finished, i realized i liked it, so i kept it. and i still like it. and up until this point, only four people have seen it. keen eyes might recognize ronan vibert, (twice) and kate bush. (click to enlarge.)

beaten

i don't remember exactly where i found this very early shot of the pre-ringo beatles from their days in Hamburg...obviously before Brian Epstein got hold of them. are those wild boots on george or what? and look at all that leather and lit-for-the-smoking-cigs. can you imagine the collective freak-out middle America would've had if they'd gone on Ed Sullivan looking like that? it would've been a different scene, man. I wanna hold your hand? how about, '...i wanna hold your bottle of gin whilst you-switchblade-kick someone's ass in the alleyway, john,' ...can you imagine? i wasn't born yesterday...i know those boys must've had like, carnal, el-strangeo, jack-the-ripper-with-bellydancers-style fun in those days. and by the way, on 'hot' grounds, george wins this horserace, hands down.

viva morrissey

in case you haven't read any of tonight's other posts, i'm feeling a little run-down. i think i've been pushing myself a little too hard to stay up late and do these lately, so i'm not going to say anything more than this: here's a shot of morrissey on possibly the Tonight Show, in the early-to-mid 1990's... but it might have even been from Jools Holland. i can't remember what album he was promoting, or what song he did specifically, but i want to praise morrissey, and often. so here's a lovely shot of him, hand-tricked by me for maximum coolness. dig it.

horserace

yeah, my partner and i sometimes play a game called 'horserace,' and all you need is a photo with more than 2 people in it. ideally, a photo of a pop band like duran duran, the beatles, or the boys from spandau ballet, featured above. its very easy. its essentially a 'who's cutest' contest. so, who wins this horserace? you know, i've gotta give it to the easy, cocky gary kemp in this shot. (and for those of you who need to be told, gary's the one in the middle.) he's not the cutest one in the band all of the time, but he wins this particular horse race, by a length, at least.

wild boys

more notebook art, from one of jean-lucien's books, from quite a long time ago. that's william s. burroughs on top, and five british boys on the bottom. something tells me william s. would'nt have any sort of problem with that. very pretty.

ink

mmm, i wish i had more energy tonight for the 'text' or 'readable content' part of this tonight. i sort of feel like saying something along the lines of, 'here's some more notebook art, deal with it,' only not quite so hostile, you know? i'll bet you the hundred bucks i don't have that lucien and i have the coolest 'notebook art' alive! we should, we've been doing it f'nyears. (translation: we've been practicing the art of notebook decoration since some time around 1985.)

jonesy

cat, cat, you know 'where it's at.' up there on the nostromo, can you tell us, which 'way' does kane go? maybe you can tell us what brand lambert smokes, or if ripley tells the dirtiest jokes. (mmm, can you tell i'm real tired tonight?)

peace

hello lovers. i feel like, sorta...mmm, real tired or something, you know? hey, maybe its that phantom 'seasonal allergy' stuff i wasn't aware i had. so, after i shower up for the night, i'll see if i feel like adding anything groovy, but in case this is all, i love you.

whenever you're away from me...

you're never far away from me...

waternymphs

this is an embellishment from my partner jean-lucien. it's ripe, wet, green, and feature hylas and the water nymphs alongside the likes of michael nesmith and eleanor bron. i admire the boldness of the chessboard graphic, and dig the way he trusted himself to use it to the ultimate of its visual capacity. it comes across being pillow-soft and disciplined at the same time. dig it.

up late

its past one, the clocks are even sleeping.

lover. lets go to bed.

space dust

if you remember space dust, my cousin... then you are one of my countrymen, whether you like it or not. this cover, done by my partner jean-lucien, seems to capture the unexpected sunkist crackle of a loose dose of of the outdated candy stuff, shaken onto the tongue alongside a coppertone pool. leave it to the cousins to show us the wonders and fireworks. amen.

my rival

sometimes you show your interest in the opposite sex by throwing rocks.

as the flames rose...

...to ronan's nose. ronan vibert in roman drag. slathered in grape candy flavor. with hard rock sugar. it makes a hell of a notebook banner. so dig it.

backstage

another shot of my darling peter ustinov. i don't know very much about what part he was playing when this photo was taken, but i seem to remember it was some kind of foole. i could be wrong. still, he makes the handsomest and most scrumptious foole i've ever seen. he's nobody's fool, that's for sure. so here's another open willing kiss to the late and lovely peter ustinov. may the sugared constellations be entertainment enough for your boundless genius brain on the other side of existence. i love you.

circle sky: the monkees - head

head

'...the tragedy of your time, my young friends, is that you may get exactly what you want.' mmm, so true. this is a still from the 1968 movie 'head,' directed by robert rafelson, and co-written by jack nicholson. its a great movie. i offer only one word of warning to the uneducated: do not expect a plot. (at least, not in the traditional sense.) i remember the first night i screened this movie. it was such an untraditional psychedelic pastiche that it actually caused a rift in the household for a good mmm, 11 hours or so. the musical numbers alone are worth the price of the dvd. it is an effort not ahead of its time, but perfectly in tune with its time. only preconceptions killed it. if you've never seen it, give it an open-minded shot. if you've seen it in the past, see it again with fresh eyes and a faultless stereo system.

gentlemen prefer bron

...eleanor bron! this picture proves my point. center in this flowering of british male genius is the lucky miss bron herself. if you look closely, you can see john cleese, terry jones, michael palin, peter cook, possibly keith moon...? and i think that might even be neil innes like, clockwise; third guy from the top. i think i recognize his eyebrows. i don't see george harrison present, so he (or dudley moore) must be the one taking the picture. wow, i wish she'd write her memoirs... i'll bet she has some stories to tell. she looks like she's having a great time. and who can blame her?

ten dollars says she will

...ten dollars, huh? this cherry-ripe collage was pieced together by jean-lucien well over a year ago. i'd sent him most of the orginal shots, but he did all the cutting. sometimes the girl of your dreams just falls right into your arms. and sometimes you make ten bucks, too. hey, some guys have all the luck. i wish i could credit the actress, but i don't feel like digging around for her name right now. the guy is michael nesmith. its so lush and lovely. delicious. ( '...i sometimes used to try to catch her, but never even caught her name.' - r. smith.)

sally

groupies are interesting girls. i believe they're a cosmic necessity. they make sure the band gets to bed at a decent hour. and makes sure they're tired enough to sleep. every girl should have one or two groupie moments in her life, if she's lucky enough to do so. just make sure you pick a worthy performer, bring a friend, and for god's sake, make sure you're not scheduled to go into work in the morning.

devil in the details

here is a cleverly-cut detail my mate jean-lucien sliced from one of his larger works. it underscores his genius, because even though only a sliver of the original piece, its a sound work of art on its own. of course, he's one of the best 'cutters' i've ever seen. whether editing film, shooting stills, or scissoring paper, jean-lucien is not unlike a surgical shakespeare. it is no exaggeration when i boast that if i were ever shot, i would not only trust him to remove the slug, but to stitch me up afterwards as well. he's my hawkeye. i love him.

longhand

...is hot! here is another of my handwritten hardbound journals. the habit of placing the titleword in the lower right-hand corner started when i had to switch from Mead notebooks to a store brand. Mead books had the barcode on the back, but the goofy storebrand slapped it right on the lousy front. so i took that as a 'sign from god' that maybe i needed a little something in that corner, so i began placing a handmade single word down there to cover it up. from then on, my books all bore a single word. and hey, is morrissey hot or what, girls-and-open-minded-guys? i love the expression on his face...he looks like some guy just walked in to whom he gave the mysterious pop star-cold-shoulder the night before. dig it.

ouch.

mmm, i saw this and i thought it was a scream. like, even if the hippies use the side door, they're still gonng be hippies when they're inside like, conducting their business, apparetnly still looking very much like hippies. and if they don't look like hippies in the first place, then why would an establishment have a problem with them, or even recognize them as hippies to begin with? sigh. peace.

salieri

'you do it too much honor, sire...'
this is a lovely notebook embellishment from my partner.
it features oscar winner f. murray abraham. the wash behind him blazes with an effortless watercolor bleed. it is every bit a deft and bold and pretty and succinct as anything the real salieri ever hoped to conjure.

steady on

the legendary dave berg explores the implications of teen dating and 'going very steadily.' dig it. (and click to enlarge.)

seven chinese brothers - r.e.m.

she blinded me

i was always a quick study in science. biology was logical and natural to me and i understood all the latin roots. i still maintian 98% of passing biology is memory and vocabulary. i still love biology. i admire its persistence, if that makes any sesne. here is some more notebook art. dig it.

smoking hot ustinov

yes, it may seem odd to those that only know him from the agatha christie movies, but this is a teenage peter ustinov, featured as tonight's smoker. i would guess he's about nineteen or so in this shot. i've always been in love with peter, for as long as i can remember. i even used to swoon over his voice when i was as young as ...six or seven years old? i remember jean-lucien and i had an audio recording of disney's robin hood, where ustinov voiced prince john. he was a frighteningly talented man who could do it all. i regret i never had the chance to tell him face to face what he meant and continues to mean to me. excellence.

home

the 'down home' lp by seals and crofts. i've listened to this album literally since the crib. one of the first tapes jean-lucien and i had was an unlabeled white plastic cassette with 'down home' on one side, and most of george harrison's 'all things must pass' on the other. it is in my blood, my very cells.

election night

yet another heading from a page in my journals. it features the holy george harrison and the hilarious micky dolenz. i needed something orange, and this strip came up. i always thought these strips would make fantastic cigarette lighters. don't you?

his one merit

this is henry daniel. he starred in countless movies a long time ago, always stealing scenes with his champagne-villain attitude. this is a shot from the movie 'camille' with greta garbo and robert taylor. he's lovely and sly and has magnificent eyes. even marguerite couldn't completely con him.

strawberry milk

yet another longhand journal banner from an older book. what does strawberry milk have to do with it? not much, but i've always sensed colors suggest flavors, and vice-versa. anyway, its pretty.

alma matters

tonight's spoonful of georgina hale is cool and veiled and gorgeous. its a expertly-captured still from ken russell's 'mahler.' the real alma mahler looked nothing like this, but that matters very little i suppose. she still turns in a smoldering performance. now that i think about it, she's almost more central in the film than robert powell's gustav mahler himself. gerogina has scenes so haunting and inexpressibly beautiful in this film... the sequence of her running across the countryside to quiet cows and crying babies and even an oktoberfest so her husband can get some composing done are almost small films in and of themselves.

the headmasters

this is the cover for the latest lp from the wildly talented glam-flavored rock quintet, the headmasters. if you haven't heard them yet, imagine something of a cross between early roxy music and the sundays. the vocals of damien barber are bolted down hard via the drums and inventive synth stylings of zachary shawn and jason eric. pure genius. a standout track is the hypnotic and heavy 'quaint and cocksure.' and i love the cover art, too.

rehearsal

this powerfully sexy shot is of none other than a young ian holm in rehearsal for some shakespeare play, sometime in the 1960's. i can hardly believe how lovely he was. is. i would've given anything to watch him treading the boards and weilding swords and practicing all that iambic pentameter. i'm sure he was brilliant. this shot of him is so dark and sexy and mysterious. i catch myself wondering things like; what did he eat for breakfast that morning? what was foremost on his mind? what cologne or soap did he smell from? man, am i over the moon about him, or what? ohhh, ian... sigh.

ronan in my notebook

this slide represents the first appearance of the lovely ronan vibert in this venture so far. the original was a handmade heading to a page of my longhand journal. when i wrote in the marbled books, i used scissors, glue, pictures, and black and colored inks to embellish each and every page... hundreds of pages a book, hundreds of books so far.

wonderwall - the free world

here is yet another idea for a cure, a cure for blank wallspace. i made this one a long, long time ago, and some of the colors don't get along as well as i'd like them to, but the tools weren't as sophisticated then as they are now. it's still pretty groovy. it shows the decorative powers of the blow-up poster, the candy center from which this entire idea spread out. its a little crooked too, but overall still pretty cool.

i posted the video below last night forgetting to mention its a lovely haunting musical clip from ken russell's incredible 'the music lovers' starring richard chamberlain and glenda jackson. there's a great deal of plot in it. i always say that ken russell would've been every bit as effective had he directed silent films. so much is communicated through shots and expressions and editing and framing, etc. it comes on rather loud, but give it a second to calm down and get going. its just gorgeous. god bless ken russell.

breakfast : the music lovers - ken russell - video

script

here is yet another mostly-filled notebook; marbled and decorated with faces. school never ends, you know? only after a while, they stop marking your papers and math disappears...