All I wanted were your artistic interpretations of Veneta. Drawings of Ken Babbs telling everyone they were about to be sprayed with shitwater. Watercolors of Billy’s posture. A novelization of the Dark Star. Whatever: I just thought it was something we could do together.
If you’ll recall, I made one for you, seen here:
I received nothing in return. Were you intimidated by my artistic skills? I mean, you can’t even see the brush strokes.
No matter: intent is nothing. I got no art.
Wait.
THE TRUTH HAS WAITED LONG ENOUGH.
It’s been, like, two days.
That’s two generations to a fruit fly.
No one sent you crude drawings of a concert from 43 years ago, so you loosed a barrage of Rolling Stones-based shaky premises, links, and blatant homoeroticism at them?
What possible other option was there?
…
I didn’t think of it that way.
One does what one must.
Right. So: the nigh-on-infinite parade of virtually-identical concerts and bottomless well of pictures of coked-up limeys?
Yes.
You know I love the Stones, right?
Yes, I do.
Bro?
Bro?
Two Thousand Light From Brome?
Sure?
Ebrotional Rescue?
Uh-huh?
…
The Stones are about their albums.
They are, yeah.
There’s nothing deeper than Mick and Keith and Charlie playing the songs the way they’re supposed to go, but a little faster.
Nope.
Just find the best show from ’72 and the best one from ’78 and listen to those. All the other shows are exactly the same, but not as good.
It turns out that this is the case, yes.
…
What about the art?
Oh, Swaggie Maggie sent me this:
The dog eating the baby’s food?
It’s good, isn’t it?
No.
You knew what it was.
That is not the metric by which art is measured.
I don’t know, man: I like it when stuff looks like the stuff that it is.
You’re a moderd-day Robert Hughes.
I have no idea who that is. Anyway: Maggie solved the puzzle and said the magic words and clicked her ruby Tuesdays and that’s it: GARCIA AND THE PALO ALTO PLAYMAKERS, MOTHERFUCKER.
Whatcha got in the tape deck?
Can’t go wrong with ’73
Chileans would disagree with that statement.
Fuck ’em.
Yeah. Yeah, y’know what: God Bless the Grateful Dead and God Damn Chile, May The Entire Country Get Ass-Measles.
Everything’s back to normal.
YAAAAY.
You can all thank me later. This has been a weird two days.
Bow down, peasants.
(I was actually planning on making artwork on Thursday, but I of course forgot. I move from thing-to-thing quickly.) 🙂
Hey…
Wait.. I am training my cats to sit in a tire and allow food to be taken by a dog..
Really I am.
I do think your art intimidated us somewhat.
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Tom
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let me try that again
Did you get this to us? Post it to twitter, then link it here?
Mags chose to depict the only two entities in the entire movie that were not dosed to the eyeballs.
can you give me an extension? for the assignment, not my penis. got a new SpaceComputer, hashing things out.
blob:https://sketch.io/eda276db-1824-42bb-abfe-9c99ab6005b1
booooo! try that again
Im Brodeo
shitters
blob:https://sketch.io/22e4031c-299e-4de4-9f29-920aa0fa2d86
frikken panda
https://sketch.io/render/sketch55e3285c0ffeb.pn…
ok ok down the frikken wormhole i go
https://twitter.com/Luther_Baconson/status/638024348390039553
That is sweet.
You are in two wormholes, You are on the tweeters now..
If it causes no offense to ToTD I think these should be as comments to the Veneta post as well, as if we can organize anything, at least we can try to be less like the Lees.
Not sure how you follow the ToTD blogs, but he tweets when he posts, so following him on tweeters is one way.
Maybe ToTD will CURATE these later 😉
No more Stones ? Too bad. That was some good shit. Maybe you should publish a parallel blog with a parallel Stones universe.
I like this idea