down by the river I shot my baby

WHAT UP ART DUMP

First there's this, an acrylic'd version of a sketch I posted a few weeks ago. Painting on a small scale like this is really, really annoying.



And everything else is downhill from here, so leave while you still can. I thought it would be a good idea to try to caricature all the members of the Bad Seeds, but uh... didn't get very far.



Oh no. In the first: young Nick Cave, Rowland S. Howard, old Nick, then two of Mick Harvey because his face is funny. In the second: tiny, horrible Blixa Bargeld and then Nick making a face. Also there is this crappy thing of RSH from about a year ago that I found in my moleskine:



Speaking of really old art that I found in my moleskine (...), I have no recollection whatsoever of doing this, but it's dated from almost a year ago and that's all I got.



And the rest is from within the month. Super-loose Jeff Buckley line drawing:



And some other stuff from the sketchbook: crouching, shooting, a thumbnail for a painting, some naked ladies drawn from vintage photos, squid, mustachioed gentlemen, and what I'm sure I'd look like if I had XY chromosomes.

FEELS GOOD, TOO

OH MAN, SO I SAW FISCHERSPOONER LAST NIGHT.

Uh, well. I didn't quite catch the name of the first band that played, but they were a dark synth-electro-whatever three-piece from Miami. Googling the song titles "Discordia" and "The Gypsy" isn't getting me anywhere, so.... I give up. They were pretty dece, though.

The next band was called SSION and they were fantastic. I'd never heard of them before, because both Fischerspooner and the venue failed to advertise the supporting bands (poor show, guys), but they did an... er, interesting cover of "Credit in the Straight World" by Young Marble Giants and I danced my little heart out while a pair of cute girls made out next to me. ALSO, they covered "Nick the Stripper" by the Birthday Party WHAT. If anything, they made the song even creepier. Amazing. The vocalist had the most impeccable handlebar moustache and was wearing a flowery shirt with keys hanging off of it. Sexy.



Fischerspooner took aaaaages to set up, but was absolutely worth it. The roadies set up a row of four gigantic mirrors and when Casey appeared, the four dancers spun them around so the stage lights reflected off them in all directions and it was just dazzling. The dancers were spectacular and were all made up like the bastard lovechild of Siouxsie Sioux and Kabuki theatre. The crowd was much smaller than I'd expected, but I suppose that made it easier for me to squirm all the way up to the front of the crowd against the railing. Towards the end, Fischer came out and danced like Ian Curtis for about a minute and a half and then disappeared back to whence he came to fiddle with synthesizers or whatever it is he does. The set list as best I can remember was like this:

Amuse-Bouche
Happy (favorite! yesss.)
Supply & Demand
Money Can't Dance
Everything To Gain
Danse en France
Emerge
Sweetness
Just Let Go
Never Win

encore:
The Best Revenge
We Are Electric

Hark, shitty photos from my cameraphone:





SO GOOD.

And then my car was towed, but that's another and more expensive adventure.