Saturday, May 15, 2010

I Got A Fever, & The Only Prescription Is More Exile

Absolutely going mental for the new Exile On Main Street reissue which comes out on Tuesday. Jimmy Fallon has made this entire past week Stones Week, with different artist coming on to perform songs from Exile (too bad they all suck except Phish, who totally rocked Loving Cup), had interviews with Mick and Keith, and did some sketches with the Stones too.

I have been on the Fallon train since early last summer, when I thought he solidified after a shaky start and had become the most entertaining late night show. It's still a bit inconsistent, and some bits crash and burn, but he does have the best music, best band, and best guests on late night. I also think his impressions are awesome, like his killer Neil Young take.

Anyway, here is the hilarious Pros/Cons bit with Mick and Keef. Too, too funny. Enjoy.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Tiki Bowl Event A Success

Chris Jones at Popcorn Initiative is a good man who recently put together a great fundraiser for AAF Greenville featuring bowling pins. Here is what he had to say about the project:

I just wanted to highlight a fun little art project I did for an event that AAF Greenville held a couple of weeks ago. The event was TikiBowl - a bowling extravaganza that featured bowling pins turned into works of art by local creatives and artists. My take on it was the folk arty doll above. By the time I was done carving this lovely lady I was covered from head to toe in sawdust. It was an amazing challenge, but I loved exploring a new art form. In the end the pins were auctioned off to benefit the club. The funny part is the high bidder on mine was my wife (I guess she was serious when she said she liked it).

Mine is the bottom right hand corner one - ABIDE. I just couldn't get away from the obvious...

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Malcom McDowell Talks About Clockwork Prints

Malcolm McDowell speaks about the artwork of 2Cents and Korova Gallery from Korova Gallery on Vimeo.

I have been a lifelong fan of the work of Stanley Kubrick. When I was an undergrad at good ol' Central Michigan University, I once wrote a 40 page paper discussing A Clockwork Orange. The paper was a comparison of the novel by Anthony Burgess and the film by Mr. Kubrick. Anyway, here is some new good Clockwork art:

Malcolm McDowell speaking about the limited edition prints and artwork produced by 2Cents for Korova Gallery. The series of limited edition prints will be available Friday, May 21st, 2010.
For more information please visit...

Thursday, May 6, 2010

OS Retrospective: The Horror, The Horror

OK, here is my piece The Horror, The Horror that is featured in the OS Retrospective this weekend. It is encaustic - a first for me.

Please stop by and take a look if you have the chance.

Greenville Open Studios Retrospective This Sunday

The Greenville Open Studios Retrospective is open this sunday, as part as the arts festival. Stop by the Metropolitan Arts Council Gallery and take a look. My piece, The Horror, The Horror will be featured.

Pantone Shoes - Yes, You Heard That Right

The awesome SeaVees has now created one of the best things ever - Pantone colored plimsolls. I can't tell you how cool these are.

You can get them here.

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

Ernie Harwell, RIP

Ernie Harwell, the broadcast voice of the Detroit Tigers most of my whole life, has passed away at 92 years old.

And yet another Michigan legend passes away. Ernie Harwell wasn't just the best of the Tigers, or of Detroit, or even of Michigan. Ernie Harwell was the best of humanity. My youth will forever be embedded in the timber of his voice, the crackle of the car radio, warm summer nights, the texture of my grandfather's hands, the leather smell of my baseball glove, the wonder and awe felt so strongly in my gut when I think of Gibby's arms stretched into the air that magic summer of 1984 - all of these moments, feelings, and emotions come to me when I hear Harwell's dignified voice. Yeah, I shed a tear for a man I've never met, but rarely have I ever felt closer to anyone.

From The Detroit Free Press:

The Voice of Summer died in the spring, shortly before the Tigers' first pitch of the evening. That was fitting.
Ernie Harwell would never want to interrupt the game.

Gone now. Like the home run that lands in the seats, like the final out of the ninth inning, like the thousands of games he closed with his signature sign-offs, his genteel voice telling us he'd see us tomorrow. Gone now. No more tomorrows. At 92, after a battle with bile duct cancer that stretched into extra innings, Ernie let go of this world and moved on to the higher place to which we are certain he was sent.

Gone now. We knew this was coming. Ernie, in his final grace, prepared us for it. He told us not to worry. We still worried. He told us not to cry. We cried anyhow. He told us he had led the life he'd wanted, that he was ready to say good-bye.

But we were not.

"I know into whose arms I'm gonna fall," he told me in one of our last conversations, on a wide stage in front of a sold-out Fox Theatre, a last, packed-house tribute to a man who became arguably the most popular figure in the history of our state simply by doing the same gentle thing over and over, simply by being there, by remaining consistent, pure, good and true, even as things around him became anything but. Ernie stood out because he stood still. He was reliable as a rock. A soul in a void. A heart in a sometimes heartless world.

As long as there was Ernie, there was still a piece of childhood, of summers gone by, a piece of what baseball was supposed to be about, a pastime, a joyous diversion, youth -- good, sweet, innocent youth. Even after he stopped broadcasting nearly eight years ago, just knowing he was here, seeing him on occasion at the stadium, his hands dug in his back pockets, that wide grin beneath a funny beret, made us feel that things were still OK in baseball, because the Voice of Summer was still around, watching over the game.

Gone now.

...But then, Harwell was more than an announcer. He was a voice inside of us as well as outside us. A voice you still can hear, even though the world has silenced it. He was a man to admire, an example of life lived purely and honestly. And because of that, Ernie will live on inside everyone who ever met him, shook his hand, gave him a hug, or simply heard his soothing words come through a tiny speaker in a car radio, or through an earphone hidden from the teacher on a school day afternoon.

In his last appearance at the stadium last year, he told the crowd, "The blessed part of (my) journey is that it's going to end here in the great state of Michigan."


"Bless you boys Tiger fever is here, Detroit is gonna do it '84 is the year..."