Halloween '05 Edition or Hammer Please Dont Hurt "em

Tonight I celebrate the holiday by showcasing a projection version of the Mel Brook's classic Young Frankenstein. A diverse crowd will attend theis celebration of lunacy, as it is, as always, open to the public. Mostly seniors, but some middle aged, and younger people. I hope you are enjoying this pagan holiday in a way that will also give you, some personal gratification.

This photo is my holiday offering, it is the group of Surrealists, Paul Eluard, Hans Arp, Yves Tanguay, Andre Breton, Max Ernst, Salvador Dali, Man Ray, and others. Maybe they will bring you inspiration, to go to your studio, or whatever space you have, and make things.

My Current Rotation:

Wicked Grin: John Hammond- spellbinding interpretations of some Tom Wait's material.

Prarie Wind/ Neil Young- Prarie Wind Blowin' through my head.

Firewater/ Silkworm- 50 minutes of thundering bass supporting some measured madness.

In the Wake of Poseidon/ King Crimson- Greg Lake's vocals transcend Fripp's mastery of mellotron, and guitar, an essential rediscovery from 1970.

You Cant Do That On Stage Anymore Vol. 5/ Frank Zappa- some 1968 Mothers, and an ill-fated 1982 concert in Geneva that ended in a riot.

The Young Person's Guide To Grant St. Press


Grant St. Press has finaly reached the internet, though I must admit, this latest incarnation serves only as an outlet for a cultural phenomenom that is currently being authored, and is soon to slap it's steamy tentacles across this very medium.
It will serve as the elixer to the bourgeois convention of our uncertain social climate.
The Press itself has been in existance for just over 4 years. It was cultured at the bottom of a dead end street in Southern New England, in a house which was previously owned by an African American renaissance woman, who in her later years passed away on the premises, and it is said by some that her energy is still felt today. Related or not, this has been a fertile ground to sire one's tenets. I myself, am a 35 year old recreation therapist/ multi media artist, and the Press is my development. It is a vehicle for my artistic contribution to our civilization, and as of late has become a bit of a collective, thus outgrowing my individual moniker. For now I will subject to you to unprecedented personal influence, though this is no diary, but more of a taste that is the madness of my world. And realize a more substantial reckoning is on the wing, until then you have a "piece of my mind guarantee". So go throw some Clay Aiken on, and put some extra cheese on that McGriddle sandwich.
You will also need to keep your wick trimmed.