Friday, October 19, 2007

No lullaby here.

I saw you standing at the bar,
Don't know your name or who you are.

It's packed at 2am.
I've got no coat,
Are you on your own?
I'm into you.
When are you going home?
Get into me.

Hidden Racism in plain sight.

In this assemblage (get a grip: it's NOT a fucking original photograph!), the Latin guy's drink is totally obscuring the brotha, who is next to the dorky white guy who is clearly the apex of this arrangement.

Check it out. I mean, really check it out.

Piss-o Mojado.

High Voltage.

If you can see this,

you're already glowing.


@ Justin's last day.

Justin is leaving.
A former Iraq soldier (sounds strange. "former." Once a soldier...), he is hoping to be accepted by the State Police.

They would be well-served to have him.

This isn't about Justin, though.

It's about "we're all going to Maggie's as it's Justin's last day."

This practice ought to be banned. People who make precious little as it is, falling into the reason why CHILI'S and TGIFridays exist. So you can have your work birthday parties and your goodbye parties.

Tell me: do you remember the names of anyone you worked with some 20 years ago, because of whom you were dragged to a group pig trough as your refusal to go would have been a mark of someone "not being a good sport" in the work environ.

I watched as several of them, joking, talking, ambling over to the nicest vehicle, the cleanest one, the one that had gas. They were about to leave. I made no motion to join them, nor, I might add, was I asked.

Temporary bonding.

Financial bricks missing from your foundation, some ten, fifteen, twenty years later. All those lunches. All those niceties.


What was your name, anyway?

I can't remember: is it your birthday? did you get another job? or is it my birthday and did I get another job?

BLur 1988 – 2000

Note: Yeah. Like this bitch can balance all that. She's prolly great at gangbang, with her mouth still open.

This little piggy went to Broadway...

and stayed for 6137 performances.

LOOK shuts its eyes.

LOOK ceases publication.

In case you're wondering,

I'll take JOSEPH!

Black Monday 1987

My first day of vacation from The Color + Design Exchange.
A paid vacation.
Prolly the last one, if not the only one, I've ever had.

I was in Hartford.
That 'joseph + the Amazing Technicolor' whateverthefuck it was.

And it was on CNN.

Never forgot that.

20 years?

It's a bird! It's a plane!
No! It's the Concorde!

French C. Hopffer patents fire extinguisher

Slutty women everywhere vie for position as hose handler.
Shock settles is as a transsexual cops the foam.

Birthday Brush.

Be still.
My bleeding heart.

Quanto del suo giorno lei può stare seduto? Lei è di propria iniziativa? Quando lei andarevanno a casa?

Cover Girl

Social Security Numbers!

218 - 46 - 1491

Harris Glenn Milstead
19 October 1945 - March 7 1988

I'm sure this is good for a few dozen immigrants.

A Bawdy Bal'more Birthday, Babs!

I'm sorry, but he's gone.

I'd better have a great time at Annie Lennox.

Why I advocate piracy of video.

Much, much more. Later.

I'm on the dark side
of the street.

How much of yourself do you give away
After someone's left your life in disarray?
It still hurts
But it won't show
Because I'm too proud
So you're never ever gonna know.

I'm on the dark side of the street,
Not the light side of the street.

It's packed at 2am.
I've got no coat,
Are you on your own?
I'm into you.
When are you going home?
Get into me.

How much of the day can you sit around
Letting all your feelings drag underground?
I don't care and I do care
Because I want it
If I know that it's out there everywhere.

I'm on the dark side of the street,
Not the light side of the street.

It's packed at 2am.
I've got no coat,
Are you on your own?
I'm into you.
When are you going home?
Get into me.

I saw you standing at the bar,
Don't know your name or who you are.

It's packed at 2am.
I've got no coat,
Are you on your own?
I'm into you.
When are you going home?
Get into me.

Lost Leg.
Not Heart.

And I'm gonna bitch about having no electric?
Big fucking deal.
No one died, and I'm sure it's for a reason.

I guess there's a meaning to the word "big."
Takes time to grow though.

Don't want to yank a pumpkin off the vine too early now, do we?

Absolut Power loss.

I'm speechless.

Thursday, October 18, 2007

Why doesn't...

the Coop run implosion films in reverse?

He'll spin the reel three times, but only in succession.

Absolut Opening.

Absolut Confusion.

Freddie was, daresay? VERSATILE!

Stone cold crazy.

The definitive performance of a seriously hard, hard-rock, tune.

Back to form!

Quintessential Freddie!

Usually a vocal super-hero

Great to see Mr Mercury wearing the red spandex.
Even greater to see him on Superman's shoulders.

It's a shame to listen to him have an off-night.

Proves he's human, like the rest of us.
This off-night is his exception.
Certainly not the rule.


I dunno.
They're asking $80 for this one.
I've only seen this about three times in seven years.

Two available.
Think the second will be MORE expensive?

Annie Lennox on INTERVIEW magazine


I would greatly appreciate your signing my copy of INTERVIEW magazine with you as its cover subject.

(insert image be scanned)

I'll be at the 3 Nov show in NYC.

Look for me.
I'll be wearing orange.


Sometimes you just gotta say
"what the fuck!"

13:00 hours.
If you're stalking me.

Don't forget: you'll have Brutus Maximus to deal with.

OrangeMercury #3 on Annie's Google Alert!

Apparently AL hasn't met me!
Not that I would even!

Last night
October 17th 2007

Last night I left the building without saying a word to a few people who had waited outside to meet me. I thought that they'd been told that I was just going to get straight on the bus.
That's one of the very few times I've ever done that in my career. In fact I don't remember that ever happening before. By and large I'd give myself pretty much full marks for politeness and consideration.
Unfortunately an incident took place towards the end of the set that really shook me up. And believe the 30 years I've been performing, I'm not that easily shaken. The security at the hall were extremely lax, and Mr "Nightmare on Elm Street "( or whatever weird thing was going on in his head) should never have been allowed to get anywhere near. Trust wasn't nice.
I'm usually very patient and easy going with most kinds of behaviour in an audience...but that was really freakish and disturbing, whatever the hell it was. He owes me and my band a fucking apology.
Anyhow I send my apologies to anyone who waited. What a drag. If you ask anyone who's waited for me after any of my shows, they'll tell you that I usually spend quite some time signing etc...
But you know what...Hey...I'm a human being folks..and I just needed to get out of there because I'd had it. I'm really sorry if you waited for me...normally it would have been completely different.
In any case...apart from was a damned good gig. I think everyone seemed to love it... Except for the My Space gentleman who's so upset with me ... now you can go and burn all my records in a ritualistic pile or sell them on Ebay my friend..!!..but I do agree with you about Carina. As I said before She's is a huge talent...get there on time to catch her set. Love AL

Good morning, Annie!

Not that Annie isn't heavy on my playlist daily!
Seems everyone is welcoming Annie's return
to form with MASS DESTRUCTION.
Annie stripped BARE was, to my ears, the most painfully enjoyable disc to emerge from the pack back then,
and it was made all the more raw given its singer (and songwriter.)

Not that the BARE DIVA can spread herself thinner, she's a brilliant spokesperson for the depressions which are clinical,
rather than the passing blues charactistic of life.

Don't walk the dark road yourself, Annie.
Brutus + I will happily keep you company.

Concert review: Annie Lennox thrills S.F. crowd
By Chad Jones
Article Last Updated: 10/11/2007 10:54:14 AM PDT

Sweet dreams are made of Annie Lennox.
Quirky, inspired and inspiring, Lennox spent the '80s as a techno diva with Eurythmics, launched into a huge, successful solo career in the '90s and can now do pretty much anything she wants.
Her output has been slim. Since her first solo album, 1992's "Diva," Lennox has produced an album of covers (1995's "Medusa"), a wrenching collection of post-divorce balladry (2003's "Bare") and the newly released "Songs of Mass Destruction."
Four albums in 15 years isn't exactly prolific. True, Lennox did win an Academy Award for co-writing "Into the West" from the third "Lord of the Rings" movie, but that was just one song.
It's a good thing, then, that Lennox's albums are meaty enough to sustain her fans for years. The new one, which is strong and grim in equal measure, should get us through to at least 2009.
Lennox tours even less frequently than she records, which is why her stop at San Francisco's Nob Hill Masonic Auditorium Wednesday night was such a treat. Her Annie Lennox Sings tour is only about a month long, and she's hitting a mere 16 cities.
We got her on the second stop of the tour, and her energy and enthusiasm were extraordinary.
She didn't waste any time trying to coax fans into the new material. She opened with a full-throttle "No More 'I Love You's'," which has the great first line: "I used to be lunatic from the gracious days," and slammed right into the driving "Little Bird." She kept the momentum going with "Walking on Broken Glass" before slamming on the brakes with the first surprise of the evening, the world-weary "Pavement Cracks" from "Bare."
With lyrics like "Everything I wanna be comes crashing down on me," the song was but a prelude to the near-apocalyptic depression of "Dark Road," the first single from the new album, which sings of "the fires of destruction still burning in my dreams."
With such angst and emotion swirling through the darkness (and the voluminous stage smoke), the crowd should have been weeping and burning black candles. But this is Annie Lennox, the indestructible diva who traffics in depression to the delight of all those who love her.
And indeed, this crowd loved her, adored her, swooned for her every dramatic gesture.
It's all about that voice -- soul deep and so muscular it can pummel you or, just as easily, carry you away.
At 52, Lennox has lost none of her luster as a performer, from her short-cropped platinum-blond hair to her tasteful black, sleeveless mini-dress with black pants. She looked gorgeous. And her voice is as sturdy and powerful as ever.
After nearly smashing the room with the explosive "Smithereens" from the new album, Lennox slowed things down as she accompanied herself on piano through a tender Eurythmics hit, "Here Comes the Rain Again," followed by "A Thousand Beautiful Things" and a rousing "Sisters Are Doin' It for Themselves."
The piano disappeared when she launched into "Cold," a heartbroken lament sung with such force it became the equivalent of a pop spiritual. The soulful tone burst wide open with "There Must Be an Angel (Playing with My Heart)," which Lennox and her five-piece band and two backup singers turned into full-on gospel number.
"Ghosts in My Machine," the most insistent song on the new album, followed with a taste of blues to start -- "I've seen too much, I know too much, I hurt too much, I feel too much, I dread too much, I dream too much" -- before it erupted into a percussive, hard-driving expression of existential pain.
The final two songs of the main set were surprising choices -- fun and impossible to resist, but surprising. "When Tomorrow Comes" and "Thorn in My Side," both from the 1986 Eurythmics album "Revenge," proved to be a whole lot more fun in concert -- with everyone in the auditorium up and dancing -- than they ever were on record.
For her encore, Lennox climbed up on a musical soapbox with the new album's "Sing," an anthem promoting awareness of, and involvement in, the fight to end HIV and AIDS in Africa, especially for women and children.
But why leave the audience with the hope of making a difference in the world when you can leave them with the somber "Why," which revels in fear and dread and doubts and utter pain?
Well, because you're Annie Lennox, the dark diva. And that's why we love her, and why she continues to enliven our dreams, sweet or otherwise.

Wednesday, October 17, 2007

Say goodnight, Gracie.

The Trailer.

The 1st Annual OrangeMercury
Halloween Party

21 October 2007
13:00 hours – until the last person goes home
refreshments, oddities, music + surprises

This year, spill your GUTS.

How to tell if you are alive.

Rules are made to be broken.

The Nose Knows

How much blood will you shed?

Birthday Blow-up.

The Most Beautiful Girl.

my kinda ball.

My kinda ball + chain.

Good morning, Angel.

Sunday, October 14, 2007


I'm having a party here.
It's called reeeeee-AL-ah-teeeee.

Sorry. Gotta do my wash.

LOVE the hair...

SciFi Candy


How quickly can you get your hands on a couple bottles of hairspray?

Are you kidding?
This is a co-ed dorm.

What are you staring at?

I love that stare which is so intense, male models look like they are going to explode. In this case, however, I'm still trying to figure out if both eyes on this guy are focused on the SAME thing!

Yo! Phone call.
It's for you!

Fashion Distraction.

I don't understand people who read the end of a book before they start, but in this case, I'm going to provide what is now known as a "spoiler alert."

Racism is alive and well and living in the pages of September's Italian Vogue magazine, courtesy of The New York Times.

There is something illustrative of the entire issue, and the state of the industry, to be found in this September’s Italian Vogue.

Just one image of a black model appears in the issue, midway through a 17-page article photographed by Miles Aldridge and titled the “Vagaries of Fashion.” In it, the glacial blond Anja Rubik portrays an indolent, overdressed Park Avenue princess with a gilded apartment, a couture wardrobe, two towhead children and a collection of heavy rocks. The sole black model in the pictorial is more modestly attired, in an aproned pinafore.

She plays the maid.
You can read the entire story here.

Fashion Distraction.

Gotta love The Times.
I guess they figure by featuring a photo of the designer Alexander McQueen holding hands with his milliner, no one would notice the grammatical error.

" the end of the Mr. McQueen's spring/summer 2008 show."

And yes. That's a quote.

70 things NOT to say to a man
with a small...

Somewhere between "thanks, I needed a toothpick", "... you have such big feet" and "so that explains your car" is God's ineffable sense of humor.

So. Let's start with the best and first...

1. I've smoked fatter joints than that.
2. Ahh, it's cute.
3. I'm sorry.
4. Never mind, why bother.
5. Who circumcised you?
6. Why don't we just cuddle?
7. You know they have surgery to fix that.
8. It's more fun to look at.
9. Make it dance.
10. You know, there's a tower in Italy like that.
11. Can I paint a smiley face on that?
12. It looks like a nightcrawler.
13. Wow, and your feet are so big.
14. My last boyfriend was 4" bigger.
15. It's OK, we'll work around it.
16. Is this a mild or a spicy Slim Jim?
17. Eww, there's an inch worm on your thigh.
18. Will it squeak if I squeeze it?
19. Oh no, a flash headache.
20. (giggle and point)
21. Can I be honest with you?
22. My 8-year-old brother has one like that.
23. Let me go get my tweezers.
24. How sweet, you brought incense.
25. This explains your car.
26. You must be a growing boy.
27. Maybe if we water it, it'll grow.
28. Thanks, I needed a toothpick.
29. Are you one of those pygmies?
30. Have you ever thought of working in a sideshow?
31. Ever hear of Clearasil?
32. All right, a treasure hunt!
33. I didn't know they came that small.
34. Why is God punishing you?
35. At least this won't take long.
36. Let's just stick with your hand.
37. Do you need a splint to prop that up.
38. How interesting.
39. I never saw one like that before.
40. What do you call this?
41. But it still works right?
42. Damn I hate baby-sitting.
43. It looks so unused.
44. Do you take steroids?
45. I hear excessive masturbation shrinks your dick.
46. Maybe it looks better in natural light.
47. I think there's a dildo around here somewhere.
48. Why don't we skip right to the cigarettes?
49. Let me know when you're done.
50. Oh, I didn't know you were in an accident.
51. Did you date Lorena Bobbitt?
52. Aww, it's hiding.
53. Are you cold?
54. If you get me real drunk first.
55. Is that an optical illusion?
56. What is that?
57. Does this run in your family?
58. I'll go get the ketchup for your French fry.
59. Were you neutered?
60. It's a good thing you have so many other talents.
61. Does it come with an air pump?
62. So this is why you're supposed to judge people on personality.
63. Where are the puppet strings?
64. Look, it all fits in my mouth at once.
65. Deep throat???
66. Your big gun is more like a BB gun.
67. Can you get this pencil out of me now?
68. Do I hang my hat on it?
69. Look, it fits my Barbie clothes!
70. Don't hold back.

One more!

And for the visually-impaired,
here's a screen-cap for your consideration.

I'm sorry.
This "oral-anal" thing I just don't get.

Personally, I'd have like to have been in this brainstorming session.
What? Someone spend a weekend with their nose, well, you get the picture.


Gentlemen must be escorted by lady.

Got that?

Inside every black man...

is a black woman DYING to come out.

Let your hair down, boys.

Not "Piece" Corps

This day in history.

In 1960, the Peace Corps was first suggested by
President John F. Kennedy.

Birthday Blindness!

Blinded me with science.

and math.
and biology.
and chemistry.

Birthday. Happy Birthday.

Grace Jones has the (dubious) distinction of being the first (and only?) black woman to bed James Bond.

Characteristically, she would be "on top."

Ms. Jones sends her regrets as she will not be able to attend Sir Roger Moore's birthday party. She will be attending a ganja-fest in Jamaica, celebrating the last concert of her Jamaican guy, Bob Marley.

Smoke 'em if ya got 'em!

Bob Marley's last concert, 1980.

Grace Jones cried, saying "I'll miss My Jamaican Guy."

Happy 문선명

Note: The following, found on the internet, really is piss-your-pants OMG! WTF? funny. (Well, not funny, but.)

In the past much negative media attention came to the Unification Church in the United States because of their bizarre mass weddings. For example on July 1, 1982 Sun Myung Moon and his wife Hak Ja Han married, "blessed", 2,075 couples at one time in Madison Square Garden, New York City. This was very shocking to many in the West who view marriage as a highly personal and deeply intimate experience--and created much negative media coverage. Most of the couples in these weddings were "matched" by Moon himself, and many of them had never even met before the day of the wedding. Moon claims that he can see 7 generations of his followers’ ancestors in order to find the perfect spouse for them. Yet Moon himself failed at his first marriage, divorcing his first wife supposedly because "she did not understand his mission", only to later marry one of his devoted followers, the then 17 year-old Hak Ja Han. As one distraught parent said, "How can someone who failed to pick the right partner for himself pick one for my son?" In a more recent public relations embarrassment Moon’s elder son, Hyo Jin Moon, and his wife Nansook, whom Moon matched and "Blessed" in marriage to Hyo Jin when Nansook was just a 15 year-old school girl, recently went through the process of getting a divorce.

Another strange thing associated with the Unification Church "Blessing" is the "tangam ceremony". In those days this was a secret marriage initiation ritual in which the husband was required to first hit his future wife as hard as he could with a baseball bat 3 times on the buttocks. If she passed out in between, he had to wait and then continue. Then it was her turn and if she was too weak, another member had to take her place to perform the rite. According to the Unification Church this was supposed to "indemnify" (pay for) the sin of Adam and Eve (which Moon says was sex) and the historical resentment between men and women since the Fall, and to prevent future resentment in the marriage. I have heard that some people have suffered serious back injuries as a result of this. The "tangam ceremony" has been somewhat toned down and modified since then, but it still has the same concept and doctrine behind it. Since the 1982 Madison Square Garden extravaganza the Mass Weddings were moved back to Korea where there have been several since then, each succeeding one growing dramatically in numbers. The "Blessing" used to be open only to Unification Church members, who through much hard work and sacrifice had proven themselves loyal to Moon. Now Moon has opened his "Blessing" to everybody and the Unification Church is using it as a recruiting tool. Many of the "Blessings" now are presented as "marriage rededications" as those who are already married, but not by Moon, have their marriages "Blessed" by Moon.