Volume Allstars: Bubbleyummy
Right on BBC News. Great news story and might I add, fabulous headline?
The Who: Boris the Spider
Seriously? First adead weave and now this..? I swear the universe is trying to tell me something. Whatever that is, THIS mess was found in a trashcan in Davis by my Liddle Brudder right after a pleasant park lunch. This was all I heard: "OH. MY. GOD." I was afraid of what he found, ran over to him, peeked in and couldn’t believe my eyes; freshly shorn dreads. Meaning, someone’s 100 year old nappy hair, cut off, at this public park, and discarded – mind you – not in the trash bin which was a few inches away, but the RECYCLING BIN. Personally, I felt like I’d just seen bigfoot. Forget all those hyped up sasquatch reports going around the web at the moment. You want to see something real? Here I have actual visual proof of what happens to dreadlocks when someone doesn’t want them anymore. And the answer apparently is, cut those bitches off and recycle them. (PS: file under "gross.")
Liddle Brudder, you truly rock for showing me the light. Particularly this light which is cast off a thousand chandelier crystals, pulsing neon dancefloor squares and glittering gold lamé pants. Does it get any better? Wait – it might. Remember this disco fabuloso clip from last April? Guess what: ITS THE SAME GUY. Cha-ching! Also, how hard do you think it would be to recreate this set, say, in a moderately sized apartment living room? Theoretically speaking of course…
Madlib (aka: Beat Konducta): Raw Ground Wire
Walking up to my front door, I spotted this dead fish on the lawn. It felt like something straight out of Magnolia (remember the part about the diver found dead in a tree in the forest..?) There’s a little pond nearby my house and I figured it came from them waters but how did it end up on my lawn? Then I heard a rustle of leaves up in the tree above me. It all made sense; the bird living there (some sort of Heron or Egret) caught it and dropped it en route to its nest. Crazy, no? Oh and PS: the peep project? Its on hold; the last couple days were insane in the membrane. And in a good way. Plus; its my blog; I can do whatever the honk I want. Thats right, honk. Booyah.
Bob Dylan & Johnny Cash: Girl From The North Country
I think it’s kinda funny giving a cartoon character a serious soundtrack and suggested backstory. Tammy here started out as a cabaret dancer but ended up a misguided child from the backcountry. Who knew…
George Tipton and Harry Nilsson: Everybody’s Talkin’
In an effort to keep my creativity flowing and not become a 24-7craigslist-junkie-coverletter-writing-automaton, I’ve decided to challenge myself with A Peep A Day project to help the seemingly endless days of unemployment pass a little quicker. The idea is simple; I draw a Peep (whats a Peep? see some here) every day. *gulp* I feel like I just signed my soul to the devil. Let me add some padding in there: I TRY to draw a Peep every day (at least business days, ok?), give him/her a background story and post it to P&C. Its part of the current Marnie Self-Improvement project as well as the Anti-Marnie project (where I go against my instincts and do the opposite of what I decide). As you can see, I have alot of side projects going on. So we’ll see how it goes. Comments, suggestions and Peep ideas are very welcome. Now, I give you Squarey.
