10.31.2008

Fifty24SF Gallery [part two]






starting November 6th, Paul Insect will be showcasing his work at the Fifty24SF gallery in lower haight. Upper playground affiliated. photographs and artwork to be demonstrated.

10.29.2008

reminder to myself: do not miss

10.27.2008

Cordon el Conquistador



10.22.2008

rural midwest


Something about this photograph gives me peace of mind.
Photographed by Bo Streeter.

10.15.2008

smooth blue label



scotch for a new class of gentleman. served aged 18 years, one ice cube, and a throat for fire.

10.07.2008

...I forgot: Black Lips last night was some fun rock and roll


who knew a couple of idiot goofballs could rock and roll like that?

No sleep...




I dont think I will be going to a festival promoted by E-tards, washed-up DJ's, or techno-induced seizures any time soon. Lovefest for some reason was fun last year, but this year all I could focus on was the brightly colored neo-hippies who for the most part fashioned themselves a mix between rainbow bright, anime characters, and creatures you used to watch on television when you were a kid...oh and I can't forget the number of people who felt being nude was comfortable for that kind of occasion..good for them, not good for us. After the nausea induced pulsing of one repetitive beat after another, I decided it was time to head home. Two hours later (human traffic hell) I quickly convinced everyone out of the after party, which would have been exactly like the day festival, only with louder techno and more creepy, bright colored, eyes rolled to the back drug addicts, who I had been repelled from before. Instead we ended up at the supper club, which might I say was one hell of a difference. Gone were the annoying, pre-pubescent little e-tards that I had wanted so hard to get away from. Here we had a place to lose your shit and lay on a bed if you should get tired. Yes the entire place was lined wall to wall with awesomely huge bed mattresses from floor to floor. Awesome. Oh and it helped that Drop the Lime is the dirtiest, sickest DJ to come out of Italy/New York City. Lesson learned: no more lovefest. Beds in clubs are a must

10.01.2008

there is a little blood in my ears

there is no band past or present that is louder than my bloody valentine. i have never gone somewhere where earplugs are handed out as a safety requirement (of course i didnt wear mine). dangerously loud. no, wait, loud is a huge understatement. a 10,000 person venue that looked like an airplane hangar, was not enough room for the kind of fluttering, swirling, thick as electricity, violently beautiful melodies Kevin Shields manipulates with guitars over the entire show. the closing 15-minute guitar feedback was so ear-piercingly, deafening, and roaringly awesome, people from surrounding bars and apartments DOWN THE BLOCK stood outside wondering what the hell was happening around them. the best thing i have ever experienced...ever.