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Tonight!

Alright, folks . . . Just like the flyer says : This evening marks the official signing / release party for Incurable Disorder : The Art of Elizabeth McGrath [Last Gasp]. It’s a gorgeous book; good times are guaranteed to be had; I’m running really late, so you can either take my advice or sniffle in regret later. Not unlike me in the present tense, with the five loads of laundry I didn’t drop off. But hey! I’ve been waiting to use “soft grunge” as an excuse.

The Folly of St. Hubertus : 2012

The Hunger : Dedicated To Ivan X : 2012

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Elizabeth McGrath’s Incurable Disorder

I’m pleased to announce the release of Incurable Disorder : The Art of Elizabeth McGrath [Last Gasp], the second full-length monograph of this visionary artist’s works, including dioramas, mixed media paintings and three-dimensional sculptures produced from 2005 to 2012.

In addition to over 200 color images, the book includes introductory essays by filmmaker/producer Morgan SpurlockMcGrath’s art dealer Alix Sloan, and the artist herself.

Regarding the creative process of the “damaged anthropomorphized animals who would rather bite than be healed,” McGrath explains “The conception of these brainchildren is hard to pinpoint. They stem from the emotional encounters I have with humans, landscapes and objects, and are further shaped by the constant stream of words and images that survive my mind’s filter. Once I have the skeleton of an idea, the rest comes automatically, but staying on task through the many hours it takes to complete one of these works requires a heavy dose of news radio, stories, and audio books. For instance, the chapter titled ‘Altarwise by Owl Light’ started with a Dylan Thomas poem but grew during The Mists of Avalon by Marion Zimmer Bradley…”

She continues, “When I see the finished pieces it takes me back to the story or vice-versa, like memories from a vacation.”

As aforementioned, the tome is divided into sections — each paired with a passage from a poem or literary work that functions as a companion piece. The chapters are as follows :

Tears of The Crocodile
[ excerpt from the poem “What All The World Is Made Of” by Robert Southey ]

Altarwise by Owl-Light
[ with an excerpt from the Dylan Thomas poem of the same name ]

Incurable Disorder
[ accompanied by my poem Dead Letters : Twenty-Six Are in its entirety ]

American Animals
[ excerpt from Gods In Alabama by Joshilyn Jackson ]

Shadowless Summer
[ excerpt from Thomas Pynchon‘s novella The Crying of Lot 49 ]

With Tomorrow’s Scream
[ accompanied by a quote from Redmond King ]

Elizabeth — a.k.a. Liz, a.k.a. “Bloodbath” — McGrath is the only artist whose creations I collect, and without doubt, one of my favorite people on the planet. We met through a mutual friend in 2002, when I was asked to M.C. the Broken Dolls fashion show in January of the following year.

I’ve written about her numerous times between then and now : regarding the release of her first retrospective  Everything That Creeps in January of 2006, the premiere of Cecil B Feeder‘s documentary Bloodbath : The Movie, the main subject of which is — yep, you guessed it — in 2011.

I even modeled for CREEP Clothing, Miss McGrath’s collaboration with B.F.F. Winter Rosebudd : a feat which included strutting around Echo Park with an evil-horned creature [the duo’s slaughtered chupacabra stole] draped about my shoulders, the pièce de résistance complete with velvet cloven hooves and a poisoned arrow. And did I love it? Every fantastic click and tick of the clock.

In short, Liz is generous, genuine, a true talent, and a stead-fast friend. Her enthusiasm is infectious, and truly : I’m honored to be part of this chronicle of her creative outpourings.

Oh. And uh, in the event you might have been “skimming”? It’s as simple as this : Incurable Disorder = new book you need in your life. Me? New poem in book. Matter of fact, I’ll save you a click and leave a copy right here, even . . .

Cheers!

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Dead Letters ; Twenty-Six Are

A new poem, published in Incurable Disorder : The Art of Elizabeth McGrath [Last Gasp] . . .

Composed in a strict poetic form I created, the details of which can be found HERE. ⟣ Thanks!

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Bloodbath McGrath? Yeah, Maing: She’s The News…

Chances are, if you’re familiar with me/my work:
at one point or another you’ve either read my enthusiastic ramblings
about the phenomenonicon known as Liz McGrath
or you’ve heard me flappin’ my gums on her behalf.

Well, as it turns out?
I’m not the only effer with a keen eye, honed-ear, & impeccable sense of taste.
See, there’s this gent by the name of Cecil B Feeder—& he’s done gone & made a movie
about little Miss Thing herselfness.  Name’s Bloodbath. You know, as in: ‘Bloodbath McGrath’?

Even if you don’t: just smile, nod, & spot-check this tease of a trailer on out…

While I’ve yet to see the docu-rama drama myself, folks who reside in Nueva York—or
very least, plan on being there this eve—are in luck.

The movie premieres TONIGHT:
Saturday, February 12, 2011
7:30 p.m. at MOMA NYC
Theater 2, T2

as part of the series

“All The Wrong Art : Juxtapoz Magazine On Film”

Among the itinerary:
Legendary X Offender, Debbie Harry, is scheduled to appear—
both to provide an introduction to the film
as well as to participate in a discussion
thereafter

[ & of course, the Bloodiest of Baths will be in attendance;
ditto, director of celebrated
celluloid reliquary ]

However: provided here, now—
a smattering of retinal treats,

a modest sampling of specimen
from this local luminary’s collected body of works
that begs the question: which ‘bodies’ among The Body
were ever actually…bodies…at all?

[ if any ]

E X H I B I T . A

Black Deer sculpture

E X H I B I T . B

Deer House

E X H I B I T . C

Truth Decay diorama

E X H I B I T . D

In The Sweet

E X H I B I T . E

Death By Desire

E X H I B I T . F

Frankie Machine

Said another way: oftentimes these “taxidermied toys,” as they’re referred,
are the cause of great pause/consternation for the artist’s audience:

My assumption is that, despite the hallucinatory realm which these phantasmagories inhabit—
the harrowing “Frankie Machine” [above], for example, in which McGrath’s allegorical depiction of
The Man with the Golden ArmThe Man With The Golden Arm, Nelson Algren renders a dramatic stasis through a potent mix of personal interpretation
and consummate skill—ultimately, it’s a soulful quality about the eyes of
these mythological beings that resonates within the human condition.

A sense of psychological lockjaw.  Addicted. Creatures of habit as much as habitat.

Translation of the Latin text?
“No One Is Free Who Is Enslaved To The Body”

H O W E V E R , E N O U G H !
of my blathering

This is, after all, work that speaks for itself—& rightly so…

For that reason—among countless othersthe Managament hereby deems it imperative
that your library includes a copy of Everything That Creeps : a gorgeous compendium
of Miss McGrath’s work [ through 2005 ].  The book itself is an <i>objet d’art</i>:
with a die-cut hardcover exterior, full-color glossy pages thick as most magazine
covers [ except with sepia stains at the edges, & cute-enough-to-kill doodles
& details scattered throughout ].  Truly, the tome invokes a sense that
one has happened upon some rare, fantastic relic from last century’s
dustbowl era.

I N . W O R D S . N O T . M Y . O W N
[ excerpt of product description ]

“112 pages of full-color photos & detail shots
reveal the exquisitely complex details of [ McGrath’s ] sweetly twisted creatures,
giving a glimpse of what the City of Misfit Toys might have become had it been
saved by Satan rather than Santa.”

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Aural Fixation: 33 Tracks From The End Of The Aughts, My Heart To Your [Downloadable Device]*

✼—Limited Time Offer/”It’s A Lot Like Life”—✼

Alright you guys: Apart from a few tracks on which I had some creative involvement, I’ve never utilized Ye Olde Dot Com in the context of a public music share. Never until now, that is… With this: a veritable list of my 33 favorite songs from ’09.

As stated on Fluxblog, Music For Robots, NME’s “Daily Download”, Music Is Art, Glorious Noise and a slew of other noteworthy locales among the internet ethers, any music posted is provided under a code of ethics ✼ [& Disclaimer]

Though it should go without saying, if anything from this catalogue aux Catalottalisps moves your spirit, contributes to involuntary thrusts of elbows and hipbones, or just plain pleases your ear canal with good aural: give the musicians some much-deserved love and support. That’s “love” as in: the kind from your pocketbook—not Nature’s Little Pocket, and “support” that doesn’t involve an underwire or cup size.  Odds are, Pamela Des Barres has that Other territory covered, anyway—unless VH1’s Next Big Hit: a competitive “reality” series entitled Groupie: Go Ho or Go Home! is still in negotiations.

So, yes…here’s my first Em Pee Three Web Log

a play list intended as a means of promoting the artists as well as the art

for the sake of art itself:

The creative spirit is contagious

and these are the the lullabies that transmit inspiration
Lily Allen and Annie’s bubblegum pop with biting, cyanide-laced lyrics that
induced an emotional imprint, capture an essence:
the interrobang I experienced upon hearing the somber vocals of Fever Ray’s Karin Andersson
collide with boody-bass, a re-mix that shatters her glacial strip-tease & throws everything
off, like the crepuscular hour in which I was first infected by Demdike Stare:
hunched over at my desk, fist gripped around a sweat-slick black Ticonderoga, that
late night/early morning’s weapon of choice for my
battle with words—though what I fought more than anything was to stay awake
floating in and out of consciousness, when
suddenly and without warning, I was surrounded by an echoing incantation
that rose up, a miasma as mysterious as voodou yet synthetic, manufactured, cold

Wait…What the F was I rambling about?

:: never mind all that :: just ::

close your eyes :: inhale deeply, & :: listen

pictured above :: the big pink

Metric“Help I’m Alive (Immuzikation B-Ting Like A Hammer Remix)”

The Big Pink“Dominos”

Fever Ray“When I Grow Old (Bassnectar Remix)”

The Joy Formidable“The Greatest Light Is The Greatest Shade”

Twisted Wires“One Night At The Raw Deal”

Yeah Yeah Yeahs“Heads Will Roll (A-Trak Remix)”

Simian Mobile Disco (featuring Beth Ditto)“Cruel Intentions”

As Tall As Lions“You Can’t Take It With You”

Bat For Lashes “Daniel (Death Metal Disco Scene Remix)”

The Pains Of Being Pure At Heart“Everything With You”

The xx “Basic Space (Astronomer Remix)”

Lykke Li“Knocked Up (Kings of Leon Cover: Death To The Throne Remix)”

Health“Die Slow”

Veil Veil Vanish“Anthem for a Doomed Youth”

Passion Pit“The Reeling”

Hunz“Draw The Line”

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Jeepers Creepers: L.A. Artist Elizabeth McGrath Makes Light Of Our Dark Sides (Archived Article from Frontiers Magazine)

Liz McGrath, Frontiers Magazine

[ CON’T ]

Liz McGrath, Frontiers Magazine

Things You Should Know: Tonight & Otherwise

Sleep-deprived, eyes feel like my corneas have been fried by my monitor,
just spent something like a nine-hour span working on what
less than 15 minutes after my marathon of fingerprints
I’m already thinking was a lame concept to develop.

But enough with the waaaahmbulantastic “tl;dr”—
lemme get this outta the way instead:

As an art fag, yeah:
I’m backin it.

Full Appreciation/Yes, Indeed

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Plus The Uh, Phrase Most Anticipated
Turns Up The Heat
That Much Higher

An A.D.D.-Addled Aries Having Concentration Issues?

Never. Heard. Of It.

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Here Comes The Part Where I Get To Brag About My Friends [!]

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MASSIVE CONGRATS to that dang adorable Liz McGrath ♥—
who’s not only one of my favorite visual artists, but also the lead singer of Miss Derringer.
Because I adore the poopsmear outta her, I can’t help but give a big HOLLAH over their front page feature
in Spinner this week. I’m not an aol person, but allegedly this is the most downloaded site for music on-line…

Image Hosted by ImageShack.us

Whatever the case, “Black Tears” is bitchen—& seeing a friend succeed makes me happy, indeed.

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& Now

Here Comes The Part Where I Tell You What’s CHOICE Tonight

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Nightcrawlers, Style Fiends, Socialites & Scene Queens:

File this one under MUST, as it’s an unexpected diversion from all those clubs you’re Sooo Over,
or an early-evening option that’s workable if you have to break your slumber early Sunday morn.

For you die-hards, however? Get In Outfit, &
consider this your Starting Point for making the proverbial ‘Rounds’:

hairroin salon

Cocktails & Cute Art—With An Even Cuter Crowd!

Just in case you missed the memo:
Hairroin is the white-hot epicenter of WIN

The most innovative crew of Scissormeisters in town,
Who are ON the IT before it’s even begun…

Owner Janine Jarman is one of five contestants in this year’s
Oh Shit. What’s it called? NAHA? Is that right?
National Competition / Vegas This Year / Category: Avant Garde

Out of hundreds of applicants, it’s now down to the Final Five.

I SAY: HIT IT, & GO GET IT,
Double J!
x o x

It’s L.D.O.* that I’m HOOKED—

* ”Like, Duh, Obviously!”

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And speaking of Hooked,
The Illustrious Double C’s

→ LOOK OF THE MONTH ←
Award

Goes To:

R.A.I.D. Dancer, Josh Weiss, Curious Josh

[ Photo credit: Josh “Curious Josh” Weiss ]

A member of R.A.I.D., upon their invasion at the brilliant Club Bootie:

The Once-A-Month,
Mashed-Up, Smashed-Up
Favorite Club Night in The City

& TRUST: I Wouldn’t Anoint Such A Title Unless I’m fully backin-it…

The rump-shakin’ extravaganza is happening again, TONIGHT
at The Echoplex

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Their 3-Year Annniversary Party last month was effing fantastic.

I went with my pals Pedro Z & the Never-Ceases-To-Be-Stunning Adele Mildred:

clint catalyst, adele mildred

Milliner. Clothing Designer. Visual Artist—&
Pastel Pirate for the eve.

Dear Lord, I love this girl…

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Outlasted both of ‘em on the dance-floor, though.

I’m telling you, & I’m telling you now:
HOME SKILLET HAD SOME ISSUES THAT SERIOUSLY NEEDED
TO GET THE F-BOMB WORKED ON OUT.

— o u t —

With my O.G. Bitches, D.J. Adrian

D.J. Adrian, A Plus D

& The Mysterious D at the decks,
slingin’ siiiick-ass mixes of tracks
that normally wouldn’t rub shoulders with each other…
let alone get layered-up & thrown down

Keep it Fully D.L. re: my headshrinker, but I think
burning down the floor did more good than an obscenely-priced office visit.

Maybe two of them, even.

clint catalyst, aman about town
[ & above ]

Hey—CHECK IT:
Blogster Aman of Aman-About-Town
Really Is…& I ain’t mad about it!

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Though
If I Have To Tell You How or Why It’s Funny?
It Isn’t.

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Also, spot-check who else I found
hauntin’ around…

Mr. DrunkRockers of the Dot Com Himself:

drunk rocker

“What’s in a name,” though. Riiight?

What’s in a name, asks Clint Catalyst, rhetorically.

O.K.reallyNOWiMUSTsleep

Slingin mad affection your direction, &

HOPE TO SEE SOME OF MY PEEPS UP IN THERE THIS P of M!

March 23, 2008 — “F-Bomb ‘Andre the Giant!’ JARED GOLD Has a Posse!”