banksy does it again... kinda
latest banksy show opens in new york
most of my friends are familiar with my past and obsession with street art, graffiti, and instillation pieces... so when i caught my first wind that good ol' banksy was back in NYC with his famous rats doing billboards that boasted what seemed to be a show i was nothing but elated. i remember hearing about him first in senior year from some artists - you know, the ones whose names you see all over miami - as they worked on some stencils
'yea, dude, totally, and like, he spray painted that elephant in that zoo in england to say 'I want out. This place is too cold. Keeper smells. Boring, boring, boring.' fucking rad.'
'plus, like, he replaced those pictures in six different museums, all with radical political or social statements - and no one noticed until he said something!'
which were just the first two to hook me and i had to grab their exact-o knives and threaten mass slaughter if they did not tell me who this banking man was and where i could find his work. that night i googled what i could about him and fell in love with his style (you have to, mr. "i wear that 'you-looked-better-on-myspace-old-lady-on-a-brick-wall-tee-shirt") and how gutsy he is... plus he did album art work for Blur which gets you fifty bonus points no matter who you are and what you do.
from wikipedia: In September 2006, Banksy dressed an inflatable doll in the manner of a Guantanamo Bay detainment camp prisoner (orange jumpsuit, black hood, and handcuffs) and then placed the figure within the Big Thunder Mountain Railroad ride at the Disneyland theme park in Anaheim, California
BUT EVEN AFTER ALL THAT I AM NOT IMPRESSED WITH HIS SILLY LITTLE ANIMATRONICS! and to be completely honest, i feel like the show lacks the banksy touch. it went up in, what, two days? i mean, yay, the banksy team bought legal billboard space, and the show is up for viewing through october 31st and yes there's some satirical humor and a bunny in a vanity mirror but... it falls flat.
i'm just going to tell myself it is falling flat because i'm not in new york. so TELL ME new york people, HOW IS THE SHOW?! it is free to go see, which a lot of things are not these days, so take a little journey. it is located at 89 Seventh Avenue South (Between West 4th and Bleeker)
and hope that right now he's out there, masked and armed with ten cans and some stencils, making a wreck of something.
in other news;
- my uncle gets into town today
- i need to get to the beach today
- i once again barely slept last night
- the blame for that is being placed on my migraines, which are starting to genuinely worry me
- but maybe the beach will help that?!
- so would banging around on some drums.
- but jeff beck will do
jeff beck - all shook up the last 25 seconds of this song, the scratching (i think it is scratching, i'm not an electric guitar player, don't fucking look at me) of the guitar, so sick, sooooo sick
jeff beck - i ain't superstitious
jeff beck - constipated duck
jeff beck - scatterbrain
jeff beck has always been my secret rocker crush - even with the scar on his nose, acquired from a hot rod crash, i believe it was - not what i was expecting but eh, the 70s were a crazy time apparently. i remember in middle school seeing my dad's copy of shapes of things and then later in school getting him mixed up with jeff buckley and not only having a few old friends being highly impressed that my dad liked buckley but being highly confused when my father couldn't sing hallelujah.
BONUS SONG! because it just came on shuffle and i forgot how fucking good this album is, this song being one of my favs
the kinks - rats
PETER and i for the win. or for the cheat. this is circa 2000/9th grade, i believe, and i'm so glad i found them. on peter's last visit down we spoke about these drawings, actually, which were done lovingly by the man himself in red pictionary colored pencil in megan dolph's bedroom. it was, what, the first game in which we didn't annihilate the competition?
it haunts me in my sleep that i don't get.
jamie just invited me to go to the beach with him and jesi. and a bunch of other people and someone's father and i said no because i'm dumb. so excuse me while i go think about how i have no cigarettes and could be in the ocean if it wasn't for my desire to hate every new person i encounter these days. yaaaaaaawn!
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