August 18, 2008
Changing The World
I bagged on a writer at my hometown rag last week. Here is his follow-up about art, Aurora and moi.
August 17, 2008
Kickin' It In Compton
Who knew there was a golf course in Compton?! I guess people in Compton. That is where MaryJane and I enjoyed a bright sunny Sunday afternoon at The Compton Soul Jam '08. A few cops wandering the grounds, but no security check or any hint of a turbulent place. Nothing but good vibes and beautiful people. If a Ford Model agent had been there, they could've signed a few dozen peeps.
August 14, 2008
I Heart
I love Chicago and I love John Cusack and I love the Huff Post.
What's better than getting it all in one place?
August 13, 2008
R.I.P Isaac Hayes
I was on a country-wide road trip after spending six months in Palm Beach in spring, 1992.
I stopped for an afternoon in Memphis. Did the Graceland thing. (For some reason I was the only one there in my tour group snickering.) Then I hung out on Beale Street, where I watched some blues on a patio, visited the original B.B King's, peeked inside the old Stax Records and stopped in a bar where I watched the riots happening back in LA. I remember the bartender saying to me, "I guess you're glad you're not there." I replied, "No, actually, I kind of wish I was." You know, watching your town and your favorite camera shop burn down on TV, is pretty surreal. In the meantime, I shot a shit-load of photos, including one of Isaac Hayes' cape - it hung on one wall of the bar - that he wore to the Academy Awards when he won for Shaft.
This is the photo, painted over with enamels.
In 1994, after being displaced by the Northridge earthquake, I had a little fundraiser for myself. At the time, my friends were working with John Larroquette. He sent over $500 and said to choose a piece for him. We all agreed this was the piece to sell him. I was told he loved it, and I will assume he was enjoying it even more in the last week when news of Isaac's death hit the news.
August 12, 2008
August 09, 2008
R.I.P. Bernie Mac
I'm interested in blogging lately, about as much as I'm interested in logging.
Nonetheless, I must address the fact that my last entry written, was about Bernie Mac, in not so good a light.
He was a south-sider. I'm a north-sider.
Still, Chicagoans.
And, well, he was pretty entertaining in the Oceans series.
So, goodnight, Chicagoan.
Seventh inning stretch aside, I'm sorry you lost in the ninth.