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October 12, 2008

IF: strings (part 2)

Filed under: IF — joshpincusiscrying @ 3:28 pm

The illustrationfriday.com challenge word this week is “strings”. This is the second of two illustrations I did for the subject. The first can be seen HERE.
I found two great (and unrelated) quotes for “strings”, so I decided to illustrate both.
You've got a filing cabinet under half of your ass.
“Most men, no matter how well or badly dressed, carry overstuffed, beat up wallets that should have been replaced years ago. Why is that every time I see a guy take out a wallet anywhere, it looks like a piece of old melted chocolate cake-with strings.”
Jonathan Carroll, author

October 11, 2008

IF: strings

Filed under: IF — joshpincusiscrying @ 11:30 pm

The illustrationfriday.com challenge word this week is “strings”.
You have no strings/Your arms is free/To love me by the Zuider Zee/Ya, ya, ya/If you would woo/I'd bust my strings for you
“All gods are homemade, and it is we who pull their strings, and so, give them the power to pull ours.”
— Aldous Huxley

This is the first of two illustrations for this topic. HERE is the second.

October 6, 2008

IF: sugary

Filed under: IF — joshpincusiscrying @ 11:12 pm

The illustrationfriday.com challenge word this week is “sugary”.
This could be a companion piece to my illustration for “yummy”.
I know a guy who's tough but sweet.
Here’s my original Tale of Swirly von Swirly deCocoa McDuff
Swirly von Swirly deCocoa McDuff
Made candy and gumdrops and sugary stuff
He mixed up ten pounds of peppermint sweets
And coconut tangerine crispy rice treats
Tray after tray of peanut fudge drops,
Hazelnut toffee and red lollipops.
Swirly von Swirly, he mixed and he stirred
Batch upon batch of sweet lemony curd,
Butterscotch cherry cashew rum brittle
Caramel chewies with cream in the middle
Those copper pots glistened,
Those pots of McDuff
Overflowing with chocolate
And marshmallow fluff
That Swirly von Swirly, he stirred and he mixed
Nonpareil candies all dotted with Trix!
He tried and he tested and experimentated
Shaken-up fizzy sticks (noncarbonated)
Clusters of almonds in a big creamy puff
All made by the Master —
deCocoa McDuff.

September 30, 2008

IF: packed

Filed under: IF — joshpincusiscrying @ 10:39 pm

The challenge this week on illustrationfriday.com is “packed”.
handle with care
Moving day at Castle Frankenstein.

September 22, 2008

IF: clique

Filed under: IF — joshpincusiscrying @ 10:43 pm

The illustrationfriday.com challenge word this week is “clique”.
see you Sunday
no clique would have them, so they made their own.

September 15, 2008

IF: island

Filed under: IF — joshpincusiscrying @ 11:21 pm

The illustrationfriday.com challange word this week is “island”.
The song “Zombie Jamboree” began life as “Jumbie Jamberee”, a calypso song written by Winston O’Conner. Winston performed under the name Lord Intruder in the early 1950s. In 1953, Lord Intruder released the song as the B-side to his recording of “Disaster With Police”. The Kingston Trio recorded it for their 1959 album “Hungry i”. Since then, it has been recorded and performed by Harry Belafonte (on four different albums), Bob Marley and The Wailers , Harry Nilsson and many others. In the early 1980s, a new, a capella version of the song was arranged by Rockapella’s Sean Altman — an arrangement that has since been used by virtually every a capella group on the planet.
back to back and belly to belly
In Rockapella’s live performances, bass singer Barry Carl would introduce the song this way…
“This next song is about an islandyesssssss…
Not one of those little islands where you take your winter vacation or spring break — no, no no…
This song is about a big
cold
smelly
broke
island
This island called…
MANHATTAN!

September 6, 2008

IF: clutter

Filed under: IF — joshpincusiscrying @ 9:34 pm

The illustrationfriday.com challenge word this week is “clutter”.
sometimes I think my head is so big because it is so full of dreams
Sylvia Frumkin was the pseudonym given to Maxine Mason, the subject of the 1982 book “Is There No Place On Earth For Me?”by Susan Sheehan. Maxine was diagnosed with schizophrenia. The content of her speech revealed what was going on in her cluttered mind.
There’s no such thing as schizophrenia, there’s only mental telepathy. I once had a friend named Camilla Costello. She was Abbott and Costello’s daughter. She said to me, ‘You know, Sylvia, I have a lot of friends, but you’re my best friend.’ I’m working here. I’m an intern at Creedmoor. I’m in the Pentecostal Church, but I’m thinking of changing my religion. I have a dog at home. I love instant oatmeal. When you have Jesus, you don’t need a diet. Mick Jagger wants to marry me. I want to get out the revolving door. With Jesus Christ, anything is possible. I used to hit my mother. It was the hyperactivity from all the cookies I ate. I’m the personification of Casper the Friendly Ghost. I used to go outside asking the other kids to be my friend when I was little. California’s the most beautiful state in the Union. I’ve been there once, by television. My name is Jack Warden, and I’m an actress.
As a result of the publication of Sheehan’s book, Maxine was given more effective treatment. However, she continued to go in and out of mental hospitals and died in 1994.

August 31, 2008

IF: memories

Filed under: IF — joshpincusiscrying @ 2:24 am

The illustrationfriday.com challenge word this week is “memories”.
This weekend is Labor Day weekend, the unofficial end of summer. I was prompted to think of all of the things I experienced this past summer. While not necessarily the best memory of the summer, the most unusual occurred on Memorial Day Weekend, the unofficial beginning of summer.
Broken bits of you and me
Remember The Smithereens? Y’know, that band from the 80’s… They sang that song… You remember…
Pat DiNizio is the founder of The Smithereens. In March 2007, I met Pat and the rest of The Smithereens at a “Free-At-Noon” concert hosted by local radio station WXPN. After the show, the band were slated to sign autographs. At the time, my son was an intern at WXPN and one of his duties was to escort band members to the “Meet and Greet” area. I was in line with the other fans as my son led a shuffling Pat DiNizio over the the table where the other band members had already assembled. Pat inexplicably headed right to me and hugged me, then shook my hand and personally thanked me for coming out to the show. He was very nice and gracious and he actually thought he already knew me. Although it was one o’clock in the afternoon, Pat may have been a bit sloshed. Our second meeting was at the WXPN annual summer music festival in Camden, New Jersey. The Smithereens were one of over thirty performers at the four-day festival. I saw Pat briefly and was able to get his attention and wave. He smiled broadly and waved back. Again, Pat was probably soused. Christmastime 2007 brought The Smithereens back for another WXPN Free At Noon show. After the show, Pat gave my wife and me a big “Hey Man” from the autograph table. I am not convinced he remembered me. I think he’s just a friendly guy.
For the past several years, Pat DiNizio has opened up his backyard for his annual Memorial Day Barbecue and Fan Appreciation Concert. For an admission of $50 a person, it’s all you can eat and drink plus all the music you can absorb. The event has been advertised on Pat’s website. I suggested to my family that it would be a cool idea to attend this event. We had no plans for weekend. I said it would be a great experience. If we had a great time, then great! If it sucked, then we’d have a great story.
For the sake of avoiding a long and drawn-out explanation of my family’s dietary restrictions, let’s just say we are vegetarians. I emailed Pat to inquire about the menu before I shelled out $150 for the three of us. I told him we were vegetarians and hoped there would be something available for us to eat. The Smithereens were on a West Coast tour. Pat stated in his “Greetings from San Francisco” email reply: “It’s going to be mostly hamburgers and hotdogs, typical 1950’s and 1960’s picnic-type stuff, but I also usually always have a selection of veggie burgers, and chicken and turkey franks for the non-beef eaters. I could pick up some tofu and veggie burgers, and there will be potato salad, green salad, vegetarian beans, (as well as pork and beans), but, well, you know, how it is, most people like meat, chicken and fish, so it leans towards that area… I was a vegetarian from 1974 until around 1979 and there was NOTHING commercially available to us anywhere, just health food store stuff! It was SO difficult and I was a total outcast, too! I am still primarily a vegetarian as well, too, so feel free to bring your own favorite foods. Hope you can make it over!
I sent Pat an electronic payment of $150 and we suddenly had plans for Memorial Day.
We drove two or so hours to Scotch Plains, New Jersey. The DiNizio residence was guarded by a tattooed gentleman with a cigar and a sleeveless Harley-Davidson shirt. He was checking admission receipts. He couldn’t locate the submission date on mine, until I pointed it out to him. He smiled a gap-toothed grin and granted us access. Pat’s backyard was small and narrow. It was set up with several long picnic tables butted up to each other. The tables were sheltered by a very long and narrow commercial-variety pop-up canopy. Wedged into an awkward corner of the yard was the grill, which was laden with hot dogs. An adjacent table was stocked with cole slaw, potato salad and a well-worn, opaque, Tupperware-style container. On the lid was a length of masking tape on which was scrawled “vegan”. I was not convinced, so I steered clear. Under the table were numerous insulated coolers housing more beer than Milwaukee.
Off to one side was a makeshift stage, also covered with a canopy. There were microphones and several guitars in stands. A fellow took the stage and began setting up a laptop computer. He approached one mic and thanked Pat for having this barbecue and informed the small crowd that he was the warm-up for the main performance. He strapped on an acoustic guitar and, with the accompaniment of a karaoke computer program, treated us to an over-long set of classic rock songs. From the renditions of a few of the songs, I wondered if he had ever heard them before.
We spotted “The Thrilla” (current Smithereen’s bassist Severo Jornacion) milling around the yard. He and Pat finally began the began the featured performance. They were joined by a friend of Pat’s on guitar and a drummer that Pat claimed he found on Craig’s List. The quartet performed several Smithereens hits, several Beatles songs and a few Smithereens album tracks. The Smithereens had a hit in 1990, a duet with the Go-Go’s Belinda Carlisle, called “Blue Period”. The “backyard band” performed this song with a woman who was not Belinda Carlisle. Pat announced that there would be a brief intermission so everyone could eat. My family and I loaded up plates of cole slaw, grabbed a couple of Pepsis, took a seat under the canopy opposite the stage, and observed  the interesting people in attendance.
Pat was playing the model host, carrying a huge tray that was abundant with hot dogs. He approached my family and offered from his tray. I identified us as the vegetarians. He asked if we brought food for ourselves. I said we were okay and we were able to find enough to eat.
Soon, Pat returned to the stage and sang a few acoustic numbers and a few more Beatles songs (Pat really likes The Beatles). Several additional singers were invited to perform. These included a leather-skinned guitarist with a battered wicker cowboy hat and a guy who claimed to have written a Miller Lite jingle.
The day was winding down. Pat thanked everyone for coming. We said goodbye to Pat. We reminded him that we would see him at the Appel Farm Festival in one week. Pat gave us a blank look, as if he was not aware that his band was booked for that show or what Appel Farms was. Again, I think Pat was a bit inebriated.
On our drive home, we discussed how surreal the experience was and how we probably don’t need to go to next year’s barbecue. We also agreed that we ended up with a great story.
As Pat has sung many, many times - “Only a memory…”

August 24, 2008

IF: routine

Filed under: death, IF — joshpincusiscrying @ 11:51 am

The word offered this week by illustrationfriday.com is “routine”.
I hate small towns because once you’ve seen the cannon in the park there’s nothing else to do.
Just a few years after his discharge from the US Navy, Leonard Schneider was arrested in Miami, Florida, for impersonating a priest. He had stolen several priests’ clergy shirts and a clerical collar while posing as a laundry man. He then solicited donations for a leper colony in British Guiana after he legally chartered the “Brother Mathias Foundation”. He was found not guilty due to the legality of the New York state-chartered foundation, the actual existence of the Guiana leper colony, and the inability of the local clergy to expose him as an impostor. He made approximately $8,000, sending $2,500 to the leper colony and keeping the rest.
Soon after changing his last name to Bruce, Lenny earned $12 and a free spaghetti dinner for his first stand-up performance in Brooklyn. From that modest start, he got his first break on the Arthur Godfrey’s Talent Scouts Show, doing Bavarian impressions of American movie stars.
In the time when stand-up comics would come out on stage in a cute little suit and tell cute little mother-in-law jokes, Lenny Bruce was a trailblazer. His routines touched on previously taboo subjects, like moral philosophy, politics, patriotism, religion, law, race, abortion, drugs, the Ku Klux Klan, and Jewishness. His stand-up act featured lines like “If Jesus had been killed twenty years ago, Catholic school children would be wearing little electric chairs around their necks instead of crosses.”  No comedian of that time would dare tread near that type of subject matter. He appeared on the nationally televised Steve Allen Show, where he commented on the recent marriage of Elizabeth Taylor to Eddie Fisher by making his first line an unscripted ‘will Elizabeth Taylor become bar mitzvahed?’
San Francisco columnist Herb Caen was an early and enthusiastic supporter of Lenny, writing in 1959: “They call Lenny Bruce a sick comic, and sick he is. Sick of all the pretentious phoniness of a generation that makes his vicious humor meaningful. He is a rebel, but not without a cause, for there are shirts that need un-stuffing, egos that need deflating.”
In October 1961, Lenny was arrested for obscenity at the Jazz Workshop in San Francisco. He had used the word cocksucker on stage. He was acquitted, but other law enforcement agencies began monitoring his appearances, resulting in frequent arrests under charges of obscenity. The increased scrutiny also led to an arrest in Philadelphia for drug possession in the same year, and again in Los Angeles two years later. By 1963, he had become a target of Manhattan DA, Frank Hogan, who was working closely with Francis Cardinal Spellman, the Archbishop of New York. In April 1964, Lenny appeared twice at the Cafe Au Go Go in Greenwich Village, with undercover police detectives in the audience. On both occasions, he was arrested on obscentiy charges upon leaving the stage. Despite despite positive testimony and support from the likes of Woody Allen, Bob Dylan, Jules Feiffer, Allen Ginsberg, Norman Mailer, William Styron and Dorothy Kilgallen, Lenny was sentenced to four months in the workhouse.
Lenny was arrested 15 times in two years. His performances were banned in Great Britian. At his first show in Sydney, Australia, he got up on stage, declared “What a fucking wonderful audience” and was promptly arrested.
By 1966 he had been blacklisted by nearly every nightclub in the United States, as club owners feared prosecution for obscenity. The less work Lenny got, the more he turned to drugs. His last performance was June 25, 1966, at San Francisco’s Fillmore Auditorium, on a bill with Frank Zappa and The Mothers of Invention. The performance was not remembered fondly by promoter Bill Graham, who described Lenny as “whacked out on amphetamines”.
On August 3, 1966, Lenny was found dead in the bathroom of his Hollywood Hills home. Lenny was lying naked on the floor, a syringe and burned bottle cap nearby, along with various other narcotics paraphernalia. Sportswriter Dick Schaap famously eulogized Lenny in Playboy, with the line: “One last four-letter word for Lenny: Dead. At forty. That’s obscene.”
Lenny Bruce paved the comedic way for George Carlin, Robin Williams, Chris Rock and many others. Thirty-seven years after his death, Lenny was granted a posthumous pardon for his obscenity conviction by New York Governor George Pataki.

August 18, 2008

IF: detach

Filed under: death, IF — joshpincusiscrying @ 11:16 pm

The challenge word on illustrationfriday.com this week is “detach”.
And nobody's gonna go to school today/She's going to make them stay at home.
All Brenda Ann Spencer wanted for Christmas 1978 was a radio.
That’s all.
Just a radio.
Her father bought her a rifle instead.
On Monday, January 29, 1979, 16-year-old Brenda Ann Spencer opened fire on children arriving at Grover Cleveland Elementary School in San Diego, across the street from her house. She killed two school employees and wounded eight students and a police officer. Principal Burton Wragg was attempting to rescue children in the line of fire when he was shot and killed, and custodian Mike Suchar was slain attempting to aid Wragg.
During the six-hour standoff with police, she made such comments to police negotiators as “There was no reason for it, and it was just a lot of fun”; “It was just like shooting ducks in a pond”; and “The children looked like a herd of cows standing around, it was really easy pickings.” Brenda showed no remorse, no emotion and was totally detached from the incident.
When asked what drove her to this form of murderous madness, she told a reporter, “I don’t like Mondays. This livens up the day.” Brenda pled guilty to two counts of murder and assault with a deadly weapon and was sentenced to 25 years to life in prison. She has been up for parole four times and has been turned down each time.

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