Air Lines/Land Lines
A beautiful tune which soundtracked a brilliant weekend, courtesy of Bell Orchestre. They’re Canadian. I think you can tell.
The Story of Grass @ Big Cartel
Sorry to keep banging on about this, but if we sell another, ooh, 15 copies I could probably buy some new shoes. Nice black ones with big clompy soles. That’s what I fancy anyway. Or some Vans.
Buy The Story of Grass for £3 from this online shop.
Or maybe you like it when my feet look like they’re in their own separate recession?
Happy Valentine’s Day
Well, that last post was possibly a little negative, so let’s feel the love.
Gus and I are thinking about making some actual greetings cards along the lines of this and the ones crudely rendered by me in this post. We think they’d be funny, but would anybody really buy them? To actually send to people? I suspect not, but at the very least they’ll look nice in a pile at Story of Grass HQ. Whaddaya reck?
7 Million People In This Country Disappoint Me Every Weekday Morning
The Harris + Hughes Exhibition Preview
Mr Hughes made this, as a teaser for June’s show at Peg Powler, and also for issue 3 of The Story of Grass. Just look at the art! That’s what the inside of Hughes’ head looks like.
The preview is running at Peg Powler all month, every Tuesday night. It opened tonight and it was weird and fun watching people look at our stuff.
We spent two days working on this pinboard. Yeah.
And people seemed to like it (especially after I had scribbled out the two c-bombs which had accidentally found their way under a picture of Jeremy Clarkson. Oops. It’s all PG13 now).
Art: pinboards and dogs playing poker up a tree are totally of the now, man. Go and take a look…
Please Give Generously
Sabotage
Cancer Bats (who?) with a fairly pointless note-for-note cover of The Beastie Boys incoherently noisy and shoutily awesome song Sabotage. Plus a goofy video. So why do I like it so much? Waaaaaaaaargh!
Questions I Never Want To Hear Again
Today I have been “making” “art” for the Harris + Hughes section of the Peg Powler preview which starts tomorrow. I feel pinboards are where it’s at these days, zeitgeistily speaking.
Harris. James Harris
This Saturday morning I was running round the basement of Newcastle’s Discovery Museum in a tuxedo and a shoulder holster pretending to be James Bond. I realise it’s the unlikeliest bit of Bond casting since Woody Allen got the gig, but goodness me it was fun.
They have rooms full of dead animals in that basement, and poisoned darts brought back from Captain Cooks voyages which are still contaminated with arsenic and other exotically painful death-lubes so strictly speaking eating down there was a) absolutely forbidden and b) potentially fatal. Glad I didn’t have to eat the crisps!
The 30 second extravanganza was written by Dave Jewell and directed by John AC Alllen for the Doritos King of Ads competition. I hope it does well for them both.
Ramshackle Charm 