Casey said just before he died, There're two more roads I would like to ride. The fireman said, Which ones can they be? Oh the Northern Pacific and the Santa Fe. Mrs. Jones sat at her bed a-sighing Just to hear the news that her Casey was dying. Hush up children, and quit your cryin', For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake Line. Casey Jones - got another poppa. Casey Jones - on the Salt Lake Line. Casey Jones - got another poppa. For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake Line.
Bells and Whistles "Reich: Does "Casey Jones" grate on you when you hear it sometimes? Garcia: Sometimes, but that's what it's supposed to do. (laughs)
Reich: It's such a sing-songy thing...
Garcia: Right. And it's got a split-second little delay, which sounds very mechanical, like a typewriter almost, on the vocal, which is like a little bit jangly, and the whole thing is, well...I always thought it's a pretty good musical picture of what cocaine is like. A little bit evil. And hard-edged. And also that sing-songy thing, because that's what it is, a sing-songy thing, a little melody that gets in your head."--p. 96.
As paintings they are questionable, as photographs-wow. Isn't that funny?
I can't tell you why that is, but the process to get them here is really fascinating.
Painters are furiously painting from photos, video stills, dioramas. miniature models, 3-d computer programs.
photographers are photographing miniature sets, putting finishing touches on photoshop, using the elaborate set constructions of big budget movies and theatres. I see a trend culminating in....??? ---the race to the finish line??
I'm living but I'm feeling numb, can see it in my stare I wear a mask so falsely numb, and I don't know who I am Despite the worlds inside of me, thwarting me away I've noticed in other eyes, time's closing in
But when the thunder breaks, it breaks for you and me Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula
The future's looking rather grim, strange black tide Decisions lie with stupid men, alone with my life That choking and the hype in me, expecting me to fall But only if I'm threatened will the tables turn
But when the thunder breaks, it breaks for you and me Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula
My world's under a sentence of death, I was born underground But when the pressure gets too much for me, I bite
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Kim Keever @
Kinz, Tillou + Feigen
535 West 20th Street
NYC 10011
a photo that looks like a painting--pretty cool. can anybody say what the surface looks like in real life?
smokey
don simmons
believes in conceptual art.
interoguing.
who's yer daddy
Casey said just before he died,
There're two more roads I would like to ride.
The fireman said, Which ones can they be?
Oh the Northern Pacific and the Santa Fe.
Mrs. Jones sat at her bed a-sighing
Just to hear the news that her Casey was dying.
Hush up children, and quit your cryin',
For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake Line.
Casey Jones - got another poppa.
Casey Jones - on the Salt Lake Line.
Casey Jones - got another poppa.
For you've got another poppa on the Salt Lake Line.
Bells and Whistles
"Reich: Does "Casey Jones" grate on you when you hear it sometimes?
Garcia: Sometimes, but that's what it's supposed to do. (laughs)
Reich: It's such a sing-songy thing...
Garcia: Right. And it's got a split-second little delay, which sounds very mechanical, like a typewriter almost, on the vocal, which is like a little bit jangly, and the whole thing is, well...I always thought it's a pretty good musical picture of what cocaine is like. A little bit evil. And hard-edged. And also that sing-songy thing, because that's what it is, a sing-songy thing, a little melody that gets in your head."--p. 96.
immersive!
As paintings they are questionable, as photographs-wow. Isn't that funny?
I can't tell you why that is, but the process to get them here is really fascinating.
Painters are furiously painting from photos, video stills, dioramas. miniature models, 3-d computer programs.
photographers are photographing miniature sets, putting finishing touches on photoshop, using the elaborate set constructions of big budget movies and theatres. I see a trend culminating in....??? ---the race to the finish line??
I forgot to include photoshop in the painters furiously painting from .. category.
For in that sleep of death what dreams may come / When we have shuffled off
this mortal coil."
I'm living but I'm feeling numb, can see it in my stare
I wear a mask so falsely numb, and I don't know who I am
Despite the worlds inside of me, thwarting me away
I've noticed in other eyes, time's closing in
But when the thunder breaks, it breaks for you and me
Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula
The future's looking rather grim, strange black tide
Decisions lie with stupid men, alone with my life
That choking and the hype in me, expecting me to fall
But only if I'm threatened will the tables turn
But when the thunder breaks, it breaks for you and me
Tarantula, tarantula, tarantula, tarantula
My world's under a sentence of death, I was born underground
But when the pressure gets too much for me, I bite
these are quite stunning as photos...but i get he feeling that that isnt the morning fog but instead the haze of irony?
nice photograph - it would be lame if someone made a painting of it
Smazy. Hazy.
Smoking has been banned in France. Maybe now it will finally be possible to taste food in Paris.
Check out Kim Keever's Artist Feature in WV Magazine Issue #36, it has a Q&A and some of his newer work.
www.wonkavisionmagazine.com
Hits bookstores shelves mid February...
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