This Guy

My first post on the originale blogge was David Lynch. It seems fitting that I should comment on how he affected me, the central character of the universe.

I’ll spare you.

Someone asked me what Lynch I would be staying up late watching. I thought “probably none; his work is always spinning in my head anyway; it’s easy to call scenes to mind simply by thinking about them.”

[partial view of the home Lynch shelf]

Please note Lynch on Lynch on the far left, too worn to be legible anymore. I love his intuition and his thinking, the dream logic, the credit he seems to give to his audience for being as artistic as he is. And Alan Splet (sound engineer) and Angelo Badalementi. The struggle to find expression in images and sound when words just won’t do. An endless source of inspiration, fascination, humor, and wonder for me. A lot of great tributes out there, including Kyle MacLachlan and Defector.

Sublime

Saw these two – Dan Reeder and his daughter Peggy – with Agauhlut last Tuesday at the Crosstown Green Room. (Greg Cartwright opened.) Dan Reeder is a fascinating dude. Here’s a brief bio …

Born in 1954 Lafayette, Louisiana, he moved to California at six, where he would eventually study art. He began his creative career at Chapman College, eventually progressing to California State Fullerton, where he met his wife. When her visa expired, Reeder, with just one semester left of university, decided to move to Nuremberg, Germany. Even though his intentions were to finish out his degree in California after a six month stay, Nuremberg won Reeder over and he never returned to school. Since his move over 30 years ago, Reeder has lived a full life as an esteemed visual artist. He got married and raised three children. He has won various visual art awards, participated in numerous exhibitions, led art seminars, and took on a visiting professorship at the Akademie der Bildenden Künste (aka, Germany’s Academy of Fine Arts). He published an overview of his work in 2012, Art Pussies Fear This Book. In between all of his artistic accolades, sometime in the early 2000’s, Reeder sent a burned CD to John Prine. Prine listened — and signed Reeder to his label, Oh Boy Records.

Thanks, Spotify!

Here’s a song I loved in college but haven’t heard in probably 35 years. Spotify was kind enough to bring it to my attention this morning.

Please to enjoy “Flesh Number One (Beatle Dennis).”

A.V. Undercover Is Back!

And so is GWAR. They’ve done Undercover eight times now, which must be a record. Below is my favorite AVU performance of theirs, Kansas’s “Carry On My Wayward Son.”

A.V. Undercover archives are up now too. Right here.