NAMM Show

These are some of my favorite images from the Namm show.


I missed out on the rocking Marshall amp bags


I was bummed I didn't see any celebrities, last time I saw Paul Stanley and Jason Hook.

Guitars

Guitars are very important to me. They are beautiful, I love exotic wood and they sound great plugged into a fuzz box.

Before I started my sewing/design business I played guitar in a few bands. I also had the honor of going to GRD (Guitar Research and Design). It was in South Strafford Vermont. If I passed all my college courses my parents would foot the bill. Let's say I did a three year program in two years. I wanted it that bad.



I read about GRD in Guitar player magazine. It looked like paradise blocks of wood, work stations power tools. The course was taught by Charles Fox the articles also showed a few of his designs. His design attitude was keep it simple, classy and let the wood be the star. The classes were small eight students and everyone lived on the premises. Since I was the only female I lived down the hill.



The classes were split between theory in the am then wood shop. Charles Fox was a very calm teacher, he had a class filled with rowdy rockers and me. We were encouraged to design the guitar body and pick our neck scale. The hardware was the same as he used on his guitars we also learned his fantastic neck joint.



Everyday I had something to look forward to using a band saw hand carving the neck setting the frets. Even wiring was fun. We were encouraged to use our free time to make jigs to take home with us.



I built a Honduras Mahogany six string electric and called it Flipper because it had a sharks fin and I liked the song Ha ha ha by a band called Flipper. Under the strict guidance of Charles Fox I made a guitar that was better than anything I ever owned or played. It was the best experience, all of his advice was able to be transferred into other mediums. Every few years I do a Google search on GRD guitars and Charles Fox and think "Thank you, for opening my mind and showing me the link between art and math."

Glasses Part Two

Glasses part one

1. 

Holidays...

I am grateful towards everyone that thinks I'm special enough to receive a gift but I got some crazy stuff this year and I don't think people know me at all.

"I sent you a package and I hope it doesn't offend you" If you have to ask me permission it probably is offensive. I didn't expect a magnetic Jesus on the cross dress up kit. This is too tacky for goodwill. I will bury it some where. Just looking at it I feel one step closer to hell.

Next one of my work mates tries to save face by giving me a dud book from her collection. I like fashion, I love wigs and I adore cats I guess I should be estatic with my cats in wigs picture book. WRONG! The cats look miserable. Hate is seething from every cat pore. Why are you putting this mess on my head and taking photos.

I got a holiday text from an assistant I fired. Miss U You don't miss me you miss the money. Get out of here!!!

Good stuff happened. My friend from SF came to visit. She has never picked a bad book for me and set me up with something new and exciting.

A box of edibles showed up on Xmas eve. What a thoughtful gift. Cookies, chocolate, fruit good stuff.

I didn't fly to see my family but the box I sent with home movies burned to dvd arrived on my brother's birthday. This was the thirteenth Christmas without him and always sad.

Thanks everyone for the gifts but if you really want me to keep your gift it forever, try to get to know me first.

Art

I never drew flowers or pretty things. Chester Gould was my art hero and my plan was make all humans ugly and memorable. Use the blackest ink draw the lines heavy and make them fight.

I read alot of Norse tales and they were violent and a little cruel. That appealed to me. I liked reading about loki's offspring being so evil they were vapor and they had to pick a form to appear before Odin. One appeared as a wolf his greed was destruction. The next was a serpent he dug slow death. The last one had a thirst for "withering" this was the creepiest one of all and took the form of a woman. Half human half corspe.

How can you not be inspired to draw dark imagery.

I will never read about emo vampires or schools for witches I'd rather read the Bell Jar or High Cotton. I like the short story in High Cotton about the drifter that is roped into a pit fightwith a human. Heads on sticks drying in the sun like beef jerky

I don't feel connected to todays art. Computer generated punk posters, grown men painting little fuzzy critters playing with naked girls art shows dedicated to saturday morning tv shows and over priced plastic figures that look like they came from a junk store.

What did they read growing up cereal boxes?

Not my Job

I am afraid to answer my phone. Getting calls from random people asking about work. Makes me feel uncomfortable. I get nervous, I know they don't like me. They just want my money.