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THE PICTURE IS DEAD is very proud to be opening for the glorious MARY TIMONY on February 9th at The Black Cat in Washington D.C. Also on the same bill, THE AQUARIUM.
The band members are BRYAN CORNELL, SAM SERAFY, PATRICK TIMONY, and JAMES WOLF. Mr. Pat Padua will project images. To hear what we sound like, visit www.pictureisdead.com or www.myspace.com/thepictureisdead.
February, 9 2006 at
The Black Cat
1811 14th St. NW, Washington, DC 20009
Cost: $7
Doors open at 8:00 PM


Jakuta and Carl opened up for The Picture is Dead last night at DC9. Jakuta is kind of an avant-garde new wave lounge singer performance artist, and Carl is his laptop. He opened up his set sitting at the edge of the stage crying into his hands muttering over and over, "God help us all," although at first I thought he was saying, "Gotta have a song". Maybe we're both right. He seems like a smooth guy when you meet him but for his act he plays at some stew of awkward foreign mentally challenged person without rhythm or tune. His songs are about feelings - "exploding hearts" is one title - and he's a welcome antidote to 21st century hipster irony - emotion is masked through layers of irony of course - "ineptitude", "gq style," (shades of Andy Kaufman) but his sincerity shows despite the act, or the act is a way for him to comfortable express sincerity in an ironic hipster world. Fascinating and likeable, at least for those audiences members who didn't walk out in befuddlement. Poor things.

This message is to inform you that THE PICTURE IS DEAD will be performing at DC9 on Wednesday the 25th of January at 9 PM.
The cover charge is $7.
The band members are BRYAN CORNELL, SAM SERAFY, PATRICK TIMONY, and JAMES WOLF.
To hear what we sound like, visit www.pictureisdead.com or www.myspace.com/thepictureisdead.
The band will play along with projected images by PAT PADUA.
Joining us will be the bands SPANORB (aka DJ Panic) and JAKUTA AND CARL.
DC9
1940 9th Street, NW, (9th & Florida)
Washington, DC
www.dcnine.com

I was desperate for lip balm one evening and all my friend had was Burt's Bees lip gloss (pimped here).
So I ran this through the beta face recognition software at my heritage, which matches you up against a database of 2400 celebrities (not sure if Henny Youngman is among them). Among the matches this picture got me:
Naomi Watts - 62%
Wole Soyinka (?) - 61%
Britney Spears - 52%
MalcolmMacDowell - 52%
Ulysees S. Grant - 51%
Tennessee Williams - 50%
results have varied even on the same pic, so it must be learning - last night the top two celebs were reversed, and Madonna clocked in right between US Grant and Tennessee Williams. I'm relieved to know i have not yet lost my Britneyesque charm.

I am haunted by a persistent memory from my childhood: the spectre of Dan Haggerty on the Battle of the Network Stars. He was heroic on the tug-of-war fields, gamely biting his lip in a passion germane to the era and long lost in this age of irony; but alas, he met his match in the form of that infernal technological monstrosity: the pinball machine. Howard Cosell offered instant exegesis as Haggerty stared up at the inhuman beast: the mountain man, blessed of human strength and Emersonian self-reliance, was felled by modernity. And that's the story of the Unabomber.




In the Union Square dog park, uniondog.org. The white devil was insatiable in his power play over the black dog, who ran around in circles trying in vain to escape. Her torturer heeded not the cries of bigger dogs such as the red-eyed samaritain coming up the rear; even a huge sheepdog, out of frame, couldn't stop the music. Like a Bergdorf Goodman Christmas window, this can't capture the depth and density of such a tableaux, and in this case the world may be better for the failure of art to mirror life.
Thanks to Bunny for the title!

One of the many times we got lost in Memphis was down this side road that was part abandoned warehouses and part high-class condos under construction (the class divide seems really deep in Memphis). I saw a gorgeous sunset view of barren trees overlooking the Mississippi. my date stopped and waited in the car so I could take pix but after a few minutes I motioned her over.
There was a walkway atop a steep hill that overlooked Riverside Dr and ol'
Miss. We admired the view and sat on a bench like a coupla crazy kids and after a spell we saw a figure come up the hill (it was a lot like Vertigo except without nuns and death) and got up, figuring it meant no good. It was this crew-cutted immigrant carrying an unfolded cardboard box. three friends were at the bottom of the hill looking up at us. The immigrant looked at us and our silent questioning and said in a thick (hispanic? middle eastern?) accent, "It's for play - it's good!" I wondered what kind of play was he giving for his friends down there? When he finished unfolding the box he put it down, lay on it face down and slid down the hill, ending up halfway into Riverside Drive. He came up for seconds and the second time he didn't make the road but fell off near the bottom and didn't get up for a minute, but by the time we moved on we saw him limping up, ready for another turn.

Two much-anticipated packages awaited me when I got home from work: my D70s, and Fantagraphics' brand new collection of work by Mark Newgarden, "We All Die Alone." So I used one to shoot the other - this is the first shot taken with my new toy. Instant professionalism, obviously.
The strip above appeared in the DC City Paper sometime in the late 80's/early 90's, when Newgarden shared the funny pages with the likes of David Lynch's "The angriest dog in the world" and Lynda Barry's "I am half-filipino and oh! Childhood!" I've tried to explain this particular strip to friends for years but had long lost my clipping, leaving the urgent humor of "Even hilbillies" lost to a generation. This cry of cynicism has perhaps been shed, if one can extrapolate from Newgarden's bio, which notes the artist is currently living with his woman in a building that once housed a Brooklyn funeral parlor. The fact that they reside in Kansas further attests to the strength of lurve. I have also perhaps shed my youthful cynicism and am looking for a former funeral parlor, perhaps in the Memphis area.

the apricots, japanese girl group avec banjo and kazoo.
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dranking songs from wynonie to the killer and back.
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