That’s why I love man kind.
What I don’t understand is why, if so many of us get this, don’t we do anything about it?
Answer: Lazy, short-sighted, dumbed-down, self-centered American exceptions to the rules, including the rules that govern nature. You know, physics and stuff. We all failed science and math, so those rules don’t apply to us anymore.
Lee Camp tells it like it is.
I love it when I wake up in the morning and find a new artist whose work I love immediately. Today was one of those days.
Bruce Springsteen recently announced the release of a new album, slated for January, 2014. High Hopes is a collection of what Springsteen calls some of his best unreleased material of the past decade, including “The Ghost of Tom Joad,” one of my favorites.
I try not to brag, it’s ugly and unbecoming, but dammit, just this once.
I painted this about a week ago, almost mindlessly, and I swear I think it may be the best thing I’ve done in years – maybe ever. Now, if I could just figure out how to do it again.
With all the hype and hoopla over the half-centennial of JFK’s assassination coming at me from every direction today, I’m reminded just how shallow our late-American culture often is. What matters most today isn’t substance, or integrity, or even raw talent. What matters most in our culture today is name dropping, who you know, and fame at any cost. My friend JP perhaps said it best…
Our obsession with cults of personality is one of the things I like least about the human race in general, and perhaps about Americans in particular.
James McMurtry was joined in this front porch performance at Fountain Point Resort in Lake Leelanau, Michigan, by Daren Hess – drums, Ronnie “Cornbread” Johnson – bass and Tim Holt – guitar/accordion. This performance was recorded on Sunday July 14, 2013.
A few months ago I posted this rant damning Goodwill Industries for the way the company exploits a loophole in US labor law to pay disabled employees sub-minimum wages. I’m talking sub-minimum on the order of less than one dollar per hour! Meanwhile, many of the company’s executives rake in upward of $400,000 annually. It’s a damned disgrace, but word is getting out.
I don’t know about you, but I’m sick of hearing about how the bloody fucking market drives everything, and you can keep all the bullshit excuses why workers, any workers, but especially those with disabilities, keep getting crapped on week after week so upper managers and corporate executives can enjoy living like royalty.
Screw Goodwill Industries. I’d rather pay taxes and let those disabled workers draw a pension than see them exploited for the gain of a few sociopaths – blind or not – at the top of the Goodwill pyramid scheme.
At long last, the drought is ended. I’ve been painting again. Here, for your visual torment, are three brand new paintings I finished this week.
The first one (below) is an untitled expressionist piece, 22″ x 28″, acrylics, ink, paper, and fabric on canvas, so I guess it’s technically a collage.
Ray Wylie Hubbard, recorded live at Artwalk / Alpine’s Gallery Night
Alpine, Texas, Saturday, November 20, 2010
Ray Wylie Hubbard plays ‘Conversation With The Devil’