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Recently Found Art Part 1

Posted by Mr. Chadwick, June 26, 2009 02:30pm | Post a Comment

Starting off with some nice homemade cover art, Bowie never looked finer. I absolutely love the red drawing below; the details are awesome. Dude is drinking f**king Alize! The Ric Ocasek scrawl is priceless, unlike his solo efforts which are priced low. Sorry, couldn't resist that one...


A couple of Beach Boys afters and befores. The Sharpie drawings were over the original shrink wrap; I really dig Mike Love with huge black eyebrows.


How many different GGW Lps are there? I'm not sure, but this is a one of a kind, as is the Grim Reaper pic found inside. Bobby Vinton looks to have had a bit of an accident. The Elsa Lanchester 10" is rare on its own, the drawing must add...oh...a 80% deduction to the value. Unless of course, she drew it, which is a possibilty. The Decline record is too good to be true-- could it have been El Duce himself who defaced poor Darby?


(Wherein your neon's flashin & your one-arm-bandits crashin.)

Posted by Job O Brother, March 8, 2008 08:47pm | Post a Comment

"Say cheese"

Oh, hey! Fancy writing you here.

Where? Vegas, baby. Yours truly is currently 29 floors above desert level, tucked inside the golden, looming Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino on The Strip of Las Vegas, Nevada.

Corey, the dude I’m totally in a relationship with, and I left early this morning (if you ask him) or late this morning (if you ask me) and hit the freeway.

His car’s stereo plays MP3’s, and I’m notorious for making gigantic mix CD’s for the slightest road trip. (“Oh, we’re driving to Trader Joe’s? Better burn a ‘Going to Trader Joe’s’ mix!”) Corey, who finds my ravenous appetite for music overwhelming, manages to be patient as I force hundreds of hours of tunes upon him.

A couple weeks ago we were driving back from a romantic getaway in Santa Barbara, listening to the mix I had made for our trip to Disneyland, because we had already listened to the mix for driving to Santa Barbara on the way there (you following?). The mix for driving to Disneyland was mostly chipper, romantic songs – lots of doo-wop, some schmaltzy kitsch, with some Disney songs here and there for good measure. One of the songs was “Sweet Caroline” by Neil Diamond. Corey smiled and said, “Now this is music!”



What Corey would say, as he’s said to me countless times, is that he “finds an album he likes, then listens to it over and over for weeks – maybe months – until he’s tired of it”. MP3’s containing entire discographies, however, are daunting.