Change is good
Well. I'm pretty excited about this. It's a big day for ole Felix Taco, aka; BP, aka; Bob the Butcher, aka; Little Sad Fist, aka; The Dread Lord Nutsweet, aka; Mr. Pajama the J-hole, aka; Shut the Fuck Up.
I'm going to be reading at The Engine Collision Festival on February the 26th. It's more exciting that running into this lady:
The Festival has put together programming from all over the place - not just film - but mixed media, music, fashion, performance art, fine art and literature. Stuff from New Orleans, China, London, Japan and your underpants. David Lynch has provided some programming. Cherry Vanilla is reading from her autobiography about her days of Warhol fame. Ready set go:
SKADOOOOSH.
If you like Twin Peaks, Jennifer Lynch is going to be reading from The Diary of Laura Palmer. Phillip Virus is coming from Berlin and going to be playing some stuff and a new video or film he made with Sonic Youth. Whatever. What is most important is that I'm going to be reading on the 26th and I want to publicly retract every glib thing I ever said about this guy. Because he's right. Dreams do come true.
It's going to be held in the middle of Hollywood at an independent art gallery called STUDIO 1636.
Studio 1636 has been hosting and home for an installation built around this thing right here:
It's called The Engine. All in all it's a portable movie venue made out of oxidized steel. It goes from crazy time machine like sculpture and then when it's time it transforms into the screen. The people behind it created The Engine out of a desire to provide a venue for D.I.Y. artists in the same way that CBGB's was a hub for punk rock and other fantastic music was back in the day. Before it was turned into a retail store. They have nice jackets. I didn't realize that it was CBGB's until I was smoking out front and people were snapping pics.
This is the first time I've admitted this to anyone. I feel better. Thank you.
Anywho . . . The Installation part of the Festival is that, well, a god damn installation was built around the motherfucker. Two superb artists are behind it.
Here's what the whole shebang looks like:
The whole festival goes on for eleven days. The place holds about 100 people. I think PBR might be sponsoring which gives me just about the most authentic boner I've had in a while. I'm going to be reading a bunch of stuff - and selections from this 130 page book/micro novella/technical manual thing I wrote recently. its very
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kind of like the way i typed the word "creative" but better. it covers subjects like flamethrowers, repressed memories, child acting, kung fu the series, henry winkler, schizophrenia, cannibalism, pragmatic resonance, bees, hummingbirds, my partment, coffee culture (this the flamethrowers), and what its been like adjusting to all the thoughts, emotions and what not that go alone with losing 175 pounds and going from observer to participant.
The cover looks like this:
Just kidding. That's just what I look like right now. I'm sooooo excited.
Tickets are needed. Please come. This thing here is pretty much read by friends and folks that come along and check things out from time to time.
Here's a quick fix/button to get a ticket. I don't think I will be inviting my parents.
I AM ON THE 26TH.
or maybe we aren't friends, yet. but this is what's happening so there it is.
thank you.
POINT OF INTEREST 1:
earlier tonight i got kinda sorta busted wrting friendship with a sharpie on a roll of toilet paper.
POINT OF INTEREST 2:
GARAGE PIZZA: 2 AM OR SOMETHING.
POINT OF INTEREST 3:
POINT OF INTEREST 4:
ITS 3:26. i'm home.
1636 Wilcox Betwixt Hollywood and sanford - its just south of hollywood - come and see it. if you live in the city. open to the public on the 18th of this month.
