Sunday, June 15, 2008

The Return Of Sinister Lunchmeat !

I created the Name Thorndike Pickledish when a teenager--and recently I found 2 photos of my first paintings at 14 or 15 years old...yep ...my parents let me paint nekked ladies, as long as they were from my imagination, this one was obviously a figment of my imagination--and very handy for reaching for jars on the top shelf...
Why the nostalgic look back at Thorndike?? well recently I've noted that some young kids in California and beyond are adopting (stealing?) the name for their "My Space" pages...I even found some kid in Japan who was calling himself 'TP' for awhile...hell? am I mad? will I sue...nah...it's kinda like a pinch o' flattery...so just as long as people know where all the 'TP' stuff came from....and speaking of that...I've dug out my old 45 that Doctor Demento used to play on syndy radio called Sinister Lunchmeat...altho he preferred to call it "Stony Baloney" --and now I'll put it up for you to listen to...but note...Blogger doesn't seem to have a sound only upload place..so I had to make a 'slide show' of my art --er---toonz to keep you company..so as you listen you do not have to watch the screen--that is just there to keep you company and is NOT attempting to synch up...these are just some of my recent scribbles with mouse and a few programs I'm fond of...and if there are kids in the room (or you are at work) the visuals are about PG or so rated...
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This is dated material--1976 was the year I made it...and I guess the Political references are self explanatory, Nixon, Hubert Humphrey

But one that might need explanation..."Apple in the garden of Ray" was NOT about Dixie Lee Ray. Govenor of Washington State at the time, but about Elizabeth Ray, who was the central figure in a much publicized sex scandal in 1976 that ended the career of U.S. Rep. Wayne Hays (D-Ohio).

That's bout all ya need, to now, relapse and enjoy in Bafoonaphonic Mono--my 'pasty resistance' of 70's vinyl !

1 comment:

Hopalong EAC said...

The lunchmeat is sinister.

Add French mustard and you have Breton.

Your paintings are superb, Monsieur--no flattery--clearly in your own strong direction and style and picked up in your CG, animated and still, and which I saw immediately without the sound.

The wasteland is not in the artist but in the Bernays surround sound.

The creation of desire.

Frank's cheese.

Why are they still depending on us--it's pain in the ass to be younger than they are at our age.

A human pyramid of Canadian Weightlifters at Burning Man?

Get out your string theory.

Liberate a warehouse and explode.