HALLOWEEN 2005 PHOTOS
mostly courtesy of Charles the Penitent





Tom, October 31, 2005, 7:26 PM          (link here)
                                                   





Tom, October 29, 2005, 9:12 AM
                                                   




She's an East Village artist/barista with an impervious bob of dyed-midnight hair and a scowl that says, "next." He's DJ Moustache, her boyfriend, who was recently thrown in jail for downloading music illegaly (those tears are prison tattoo tears--you see, it took being thrown in jail for him to commit actual crime). Together they are...


The pumpkins we carved last night.


Tom, October 28, 2005, 9:26 AM          (link here)
                                                   





I don't know too much about these songs. All I know is, a week or two ago, Aaron plugged his iPod into his German friend Thomas's computer and they ended up on it, or something. Apparently, Thomas and his friends made a song making fun of their English class, specifically their teacher who says, "ehh" and, "I doubt it" a lot.

And then they clubbed it up. And then Thomas' DJ brother clubbed it up some more. They call themselves Uwe United.

01. If You Want...ÄH (I doubt it)

02. If You Want...ÄH (I doubt it) (Uwe-goes-Crazy-HITMIX)

03. If You Want...ÄH (I doubt it) (K-Paul RMX)


UPDATE:

Thomas and his friends didn't like their teacher, so they wrote this song. They somehow found a way to perform it in front of their school on Graduation Day. For the performance, they all dressed like the teacher the song is about. The principal misunderstood it to be a compliment and was going to post the song on the school's webpage, until the teacher intervened.

Making my posting it here all the more necessary. Below is the single's cover with fireworks superimposed behind it. Genießen Sie!




Tom, October 24, 2005, 11:14 PM          (link here)
                                                    





Twenty-five songs to keep you awake while driving thru Pennsylvania in the middle of the night, dodging deer.
Special Thanks be to Aaron

1. Assassins, Les Ogres de Barback
2. Cause=Time, Broken Social Scene
3. Rain Falls for Wind, The Sleepy Jackson
4. Personal Jesus, Depeche Mode
5. Sons and Daughters of Hungry Ghosts (2004 EP version), Wolf Parade
6. Edge of Town, Ghostland Observatory
7. We Used To Be Friends, The Dandy Warhols
8. Monkey Gone to Heaven, The Pixies
9. Human Wreck, Adult.
10. Ashes to Ashes, David Bowie
11. Alabama Song, The Doors
12. After Laughter (Comes Tears), Wendy Rene
13. Laura, Scissor Sisters
14. Take Your Mama, Scissor Sisters
15. Comfortably Numb, Scissor Sisters
16. Mary, Scissor Sisters
17. Lovers in the Backseat, Scissor Sisters
18. Tits on the Radio, Scissor Sisters
19. Filthy/Gorgeous, Scissor Sisters
20. Music is the Victim, Scissor Sisters
21. Better Luck, Scissor Sisters
22. It Can't Come Quickly Enough, Scissor Sisters
23. Return to Oz, Scissor Sisters
24. Sadie, Joanna Newsom
25. Love Will Tear Us Apart, Joy Division


Tom, October 24, 2005, 11:01 PM
                                                      







Butler, PA, October, 2005
                                                     






Tom, October 22-24, 2005
                                                      





Electric Devendra et al.


Photo by Shivers


October 20, 2005
                                                      





(I've worn the sweater I'm wearing now, oh, 14 of the last 19 days. It smells like college. Feels like college too. I don't want to work, I want to watch a Cronenberg, eat tacos for breakfast.)


Tom, October 21, 2005, 9:08 AM
                                                   




NEW YORK, Oct. 17 -- Rick Lacy II, the powerhouse designer behind nearly all your favorite Venture Bros. characters; Rick Lacy II, veritable freight train of artistic fluid, has just climaxed all over yet another market: Independent Comic Books. I had the pleasure of sitting down with Rick on this, the morning after his first comic art hit the shelves, to talk about what he plans to do now that he wakes up in beds full of even more adoring fans.

TB: Hi Rick, I've known you a while now, and if one thing's for sure, you are an avid Star Wars fan. So, it must have been like a dream come true to have your first published comic art appear in a Star Wars book. And I'm flipping through it right now--Star Wars: Clone Wars Adventures Vol. 4--and may I just say that your comic, "The Brink"-

RL: That's not my comic.

TB: I'm sorry?

RL: I drew "Orders." I was miscredited as having drawn "The Brink."

TB: Are you serious?

RL: Yes. I am.

TB: Oh, okay, wow. Man. And comparing the two here, "Orders" is clearly a superior work.

RL: (silence)

TB: That sucks, dude.

RL: Yes. It does.

TB: No, that really sucks.

RL: (silence)

TB: (laughs)


No, but, yeah, that sucks. But there you have it. Rick's first comic and they credit it to someone else. Let's just all be glad the editors at Dark Horse aren't our doctors.

Nevertheless, you can buy the comic in question here or here or at your local comic shop--though I'm inclined to wait until the second printing, after they've fixed the error and Rick has hopefully convinced them to give him the cover.




Tom, October 17, 2005, 2:09 PM          (link here)
                                                   




Asleep at Light, DoF


DoF aka Brian Hulick

We used to paint our pinky fingernails black back in high school; now he does stuff like Asleep at Light and I do stuff like this.

A couple years ago, I did a short, blurry video-thing for A Path Lights the Way (.mov file, 1.8 MB), a song off Brian's first album, If More Than Twenty People Laugh It Wasn't Funny.

If More Than Twenty People Laugh It Wasn't Funny is available at Highpoint Lowlife Records and/or the iTunes Music Store.

Another of his, A Year In Waiting, can be downloaded for free here, or right here:

(I like November and December.)

(And March and April.)

(Actually they're all good.)

A Year In Waiting might be my favorite DoF album.

Brian's latest, Mine is May, can be purchased at Abandon Building Records. Asleep at Light can be found on Mine is May. Here is Ten Cities. It's on there too. It's intensity in ten cities. Not really. But good.

Brian can be reached at iamdof@gmail.com.

A simple Google search allows you to read reviews (of varying pretension) of Brian's music (my favorite being the one where the reviewer takes credit for Brian's latest album being better than his first).

(Also, Brian is neither British nor Philadelphian.)

A lot of people brag about their electronic music-making friends, it's true. And often times the music they make you listen to is either indistinguishable from the others, or pointlessly innovative (Oh, whoa, you just brought in some digital tire squeals and I totally didn't expect it). But DoF's, um, richer than that, uh, crap. You'll see. What I like best about it is that Brian's fingers make the occasional appearance, sliding up and down his guitar strings. A.) It's always good to know there's a person making the music, and B.) It's good to know that that person picks up a guitar every once in a while.

In short, Brian's good to know.

Send your guesses as to what DoF stands for to tom@modernarthur.com. The most creative answer--even if it's incorrect--will get you a free copy of Mine is May.

There are currently no DoF tour dates scheduled at this time.

http://www.iamdof.com




Tom, October 16, 2005, 11:18 PM         (link here)
                                                   




With 64 plays, Asleep at Light by DoF is the most played song in my iTunes. Second, thanks to me falling asleep with it on repeat, is Modern Love by David Bowie with 53 plays and third is Bird List by Michael Nyman with a rightful 48. In last place is a sound effect of people clapping (0 plays). That's kind of telling, isn't it? 0 plays for People Clapping. Funny.

People Gasping? 3 plays.




Tom, October 16, 2005, 10:58 PM
                                                  






When my dog, Molly, now dead, but then alive, had puppies, she wouldn't let us go near them. Our docile, little Molly, the minute she had those puppies--right up until the day they were big enough to take care of themselves--turned into an evil, growling, trembling mess of motherly, well, doggedness. Even my dad, who fed Molly from the dinner table, got the teeth and growl.

The principal's office of one of the elementary schools in my hometown has a list of parents they call every morning. The office calls the parents to make sure they haven't slept in and failed to wake up their kids.

Molly drank the same water as these lazy-ass parents, so the water's not the reason.




Tom, October 14, 2005, 1:59 AM         (link here)
                                                  





Photos from Saturday night's Main Squeeze Orchestra show
, courtesy of Charles the Great.


UPDATE: The Main Squeeze Orchestra just made the Village Voice's Best of NYC 2005. They are said to be "more sugar cube than vegan icing." I hate the Village Voice.



Tom, October 12, 2005, 12:53 AM        (link here)
                                                  








CHAS. LAVOIE PHOTOGRAPHY



October 12, 2005, 12:49 AM           (link here)
                                                




And with all the animation out there that should be burned.

...

I wonder if any of Julianna's models are lost. I wonder if all of them are.

...

Aardman films are here.



Tom, October 10, 2005, 12:32 PM
                                                





Saturday, October 8th
10:30pm
Mo Pitkin's House of Satisfaction
34 Ave. A @ 3rd St.
$10


Tom, October 6, 2005, 9:27 AM            (TICKETS)
                                                  





New writings are gonna be a little rare around here, for the near future at least. I'm working on stuff that I won't put online until it has first been rejected by a number of producerial types. And that could take weeks, as those types tend to have trouble with the big words.

KIDDING!



Tom, October 6, 2005, 9:12 AM
                                                  




Phil,

If when using the soap I bought, you begin to worry that it's full of dirt, don't. Those are the Micro Beads you're feeling.


Tom

October 3, 2005, 9:32 AM
                                                    




This morning, after months, perhaps even a year, construction was finished under the street outside my apartment and over it was laid a fresh layer of tar. This week, I assume, the barrels will be taken away and that will be that.

There is, however, a small hole that has yet to get covered, on the corner where the street meets an alley, and in that hole a collection of randomness has been trapped. Some pages from some newspapers, empty coffee cups, deli bags and so forth. Most of it is trash--okay all of it. But for some reason I decided to toss a copy of Kurt Vonnegut's Slapstick in that hole.

Well, for one, I've read that he thinks it's the worst book he's written, so I'm doing my part in burying it. And secondly, I figured that after the country undergoes a couple of plagues, civil war erupts, Manhattan crumbles, and whatever is under my street is once again dug up and banged on, people might want something to read. You never know.


"History is merely a list of surprises," I said. "It can only prepare us to be surprised yet again. Please write that down."

-- Kurt Vonnegut, Slapstick, page 226   


Please write that down... Please bury that under Gold St... Same thing.



Tom, October 2, 2005, 10:19 PM         (link here)
                                                  




Twenty Broken Fingers
(Cold Pennsylvanian Hell version)

    The first mornin' of Fall was the final straw,
    Was the "To Hell with it all."
    Was when the frost, it came early.
    A frozen crow's caw.
    He joked he was promised that Hell would be hot
    And she, she, she,
    Yeah, she humored he

    With some song.

    "If Hell wants to be cold, Hell can be cold.
    'Least when I's a kid, that's what I's told.
    Hell will be in our eggs, it will be in our dust.
    Right now Hell is our leaks
    And our double-wide's rust.
    And Hell, it resides between our bloodshotty eyes,
    When it's not crawling up the lengths of our backs.
    Yeah, Hell tickles up the backs we can't scratch.
    Twenty broken fingers between us."

    "Well if Hell's everywhere, let's go somewhere new.
    I mean I wouldn't mind bein' damned with an ocean view.
    Look here babe, I say here's what we'll do:
    You'll muder your boss
    And I'll stash his head
    In the bed of the truck my wife took when she left.
    The dogs we'll bring with us, the couch we can sell.
    We'll pick a Carolina; we'll find happier Hell.
    You, me, and the dogs in a happier Hell."

    That first evenin' of Fall should'a been their fresh start,
    When they packed up their bags, borrowed a car,
    But there's no room for fortune,
    Damned as things are,
    And, and they can't start their car, start their car, start their car.
    Hell, they can't even turn the key
    Twenty broken fingers between them.



Tom, October 2, 2005, 12:25 PM         (read here)
                                                  





Inspired by a recent trip into the East Village.



Tom, October 1, 2005, 3:40 PM          (read here)
                                                  





Tom Bayne's Homepage


UPDATE:
Thomas Bayne, wrongfully accused
Thomas Bayne, escaped slave-turned-dentist/politician
Thomas Bayne, Confederate army officer
Thomas Bayne, old timey football coach
Thomas Bayne, not your great-grandfather
Thomas Bayne, know-it-all
Thomas Bayne, Bonesman
Thomas Bayne, hippie doctor
Thom Bayne, slow-ass cross country runner
Tom Bayne, this year's recipient of the "Manifesting the Kingdom" award
Tom Bayne, soldier/actor
Tom Bayne, LOCAL FASHION FREAKSHOW
Tom Bayne, WWII fetishist

and lastly, Tom Bayne, solipsist


UPDATE: Upon further investigation, Confederate army officer Bayne and Bonesman Bayne are the same guy. Go figure.



Tom, October 1, 2005, 1:05 PM