My busted chicken wing, now with more staples!
Fancy Gothbrace!February 3, 2009
February 1, 2009
"Cut Off at Midnight"
Periodically, I produce pretty, putrescent pictures for the people. Come, gaze upon the shambling horror that is my art...
Cover number three by me!
My instructions for this project were something informal like, "I don't care dude, do whatever you like." Instructions like that give me pause, and I have to evaluate them carefully.
In this instance it worked out well, because the band really didn't care. Thankfully, they were totally pleased with the result. There have been other times where I had been told that I should "go wild" and then, when wildness happened, they got upset or were disappointed. That's why I like it better when there is some previously existing vision of how things should look or be done, a theme or an idea that I can work off of.
For example: "Draw a dude with a skull-head killing punk rockers." Done. What a clear vision. So easy! I'll even make the skull-head guy naked, with a tiny, flaccid penis, just to be funny.*
That's much better than leaving it up to me, having no interest in my development sketches or roughs, and then getting pissed off when I turn it in, because "Too many skulls." or "Too much... it's just too much." If you didn't want over the top yuck, why come to me?
I ramble... Back on topic, this single is pretty awesome. It's a little Poison Idea here, a little Discharge there, maybe a touch of Motörhead, kneaded and squeezed through a fine Texas Redneck strainer, and poured over ice to make a delicious punk-core hellbroth, fit for the whole family.
Besides the rock, the one other thing that makes this single near and dear to my heart, is that Buzzcrusher were made up primarily of bar staff... bartenders, barbacks and bouncers. Being a longtime bartender myself, it makes my heart fill up with precious, prideful blood to know that I had a hand in this.
Grab it up here.
*An actual poster design that was later made into a tshirt.
Cover number three by me!My instructions for this project were something informal like, "I don't care dude, do whatever you like." Instructions like that give me pause, and I have to evaluate them carefully.
In this instance it worked out well, because the band really didn't care. Thankfully, they were totally pleased with the result. There have been other times where I had been told that I should "go wild" and then, when wildness happened, they got upset or were disappointed. That's why I like it better when there is some previously existing vision of how things should look or be done, a theme or an idea that I can work off of.
For example: "Draw a dude with a skull-head killing punk rockers." Done. What a clear vision. So easy! I'll even make the skull-head guy naked, with a tiny, flaccid penis, just to be funny.*
That's much better than leaving it up to me, having no interest in my development sketches or roughs, and then getting pissed off when I turn it in, because "Too many skulls." or "Too much... it's just too much." If you didn't want over the top yuck, why come to me?
I ramble... Back on topic, this single is pretty awesome. It's a little Poison Idea here, a little Discharge there, maybe a touch of Motörhead, kneaded and squeezed through a fine Texas Redneck strainer, and poured over ice to make a delicious punk-core hellbroth, fit for the whole family.
Besides the rock, the one other thing that makes this single near and dear to my heart, is that Buzzcrusher were made up primarily of bar staff... bartenders, barbacks and bouncers. Being a longtime bartender myself, it makes my heart fill up with precious, prideful blood to know that I had a hand in this.
Grab it up here.
*An actual poster design that was later made into a tshirt.
January 30, 2009
January 26, 2009
Garage Days ReReReRevisited.
Mr. Krotpong is all about the drawing of stuff, the illustration of various shit, and the depiction of things via the use of pen, ink, and paper. Sometimes Mr.Krotpong does this for bands that he enjoys by making flyers and whatnot. Every now and then a band likes Mr.Krotpong's art enough to ask him to make a cover for one of their musical releases. This here be they. Part two! In an ongoing series!
This is my second single cover. Limited to 300!
The back cover of the even more rare insert. This was also an image for a tshirt. My little swipe of a Ray Pettibon/Black Flag design.
My second jaunt into cover design was more relaxed than my first. This one was for The Paranoids, a local musical performance unit.
Everything about this release is primitive and brutish. From the rough, unfinished looking cover, to the hand-written labels, to the thick-assed, bubbly hand-pressed vinyl (our friend Craig owned an ancient record press), this single looks to be the lowest of the low-fi. The music fits in by being raw, and repetitive. All high end, no bottom. Churning, driving, caveman rock and roll. Hey, if you don't like it, it moves pretty quick. It's only one sided. Three songs, and it's done in just over 5 minutes.
This is my second single cover. Limited to 300!
The back cover of the even more rare insert. This was also an image for a tshirt. My little swipe of a Ray Pettibon/Black Flag design.My second jaunt into cover design was more relaxed than my first. This one was for The Paranoids, a local musical performance unit.
Everything about this release is primitive and brutish. From the rough, unfinished looking cover, to the hand-written labels, to the thick-assed, bubbly hand-pressed vinyl (our friend Craig owned an ancient record press), this single looks to be the lowest of the low-fi. The music fits in by being raw, and repetitive. All high end, no bottom. Churning, driving, caveman rock and roll. Hey, if you don't like it, it moves pretty quick. It's only one sided. Three songs, and it's done in just over 5 minutes.
This thing is pretty rare. It sold out fast, and used copies just don't turn up that often. I have looked for it on the internet, and I could only find one mention of it. It's not for sale anywhere, as far as I can tell. I don't even have my copy of this anymore, I had to borrow it from my wife.
So, here it is
So, here it is
-{the Paranoids}-
Broke
Homewrecker
Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
1995 Bunkhouse 04
Broke
Homewrecker
Baby, Let Me Follow You Down
1995 Bunkhouse 04
January 24, 2009
Act Like Nothing's Wrogn.
My surgery was successful, and the doctor is filled with optimism about my recovery.
I will regain my skills as a Foosball master.
I could be back on the bike in as little as two weeks.
I'll be able to draw, paint, sculpt, and do all of that other artistic shit that I do again, soon.
I'll be able to drive in a matter of days.
I'll bet I can even sling a pint or two hundred at my place of employment starting next Wednesday.
I haven't seen my hand or arm in over a week.
I will have a narsty scar.
It hurts.
Thus far, modern medicine gets a wincing two thumbs up from me.
January 23, 2009
"Only sick music makes money today."
I like to draw. Over the years, I have done a few odd pictures for some of our golden-hearted local bands. In the coming weeks I'll be going through my back catalog of record covers that I have done, and posting them along with the usual musical tidbits.
Side one of my first seven inch cover.
Side two.
This is it, the scourge of central Texas record store dollar bins everywhere, my first disastrous outing into the murky world of microscopic music labels and record store retail, the dreaded Tabitha seven inch.
Why the dread?
It was the only time I ever got paid cash for doing cover art, and quibbling about the money wrecked my friendship with the band. Hmmm, not the outcome I expected. Me no like.
Beyond that, I worked at several local record stores on and off for about seven years. Believe me when I say that during this time, the Tabitha single was always in stock, there were always many, many copies. I got to do inventory twice a year, for all those years. In that time, the price went from a brand new $2.99, to a slightly soiled $1.99, just before throwing itself down the bargain basement backstairs at $0.99 a go. It lingered on at that price for a few years, with each copy getting that much more shopworn and jacked. After that, it was all it could do to dry-heave itself to a floptacular $0.49.
When the bottom fell completely out, it was all marked with a large black "x" and put on the curb... for free. Between you and me, I have only sold two (2) copies of this record for actual green money that can be spent on stuff, ever. In seven years. Such a disappointment.
Couldn't have had anything to do with the cover, could it?
It's not a bad single. It has a nice prog/punkish feel to it. A definite Rush-y vibration is flowing throughout. It is much too jammin' and well produced for this city in the early 90s. This was a garage rock town back then, and these guys weren't about that.
The cover idea was not mine, but I was paid to execute it.
It all started here:
Side one of my first seven inch cover.
Side two.This is it, the scourge of central Texas record store dollar bins everywhere, my first disastrous outing into the murky world of microscopic music labels and record store retail, the dreaded Tabitha seven inch.
Why the dread?
It was the only time I ever got paid cash for doing cover art, and quibbling about the money wrecked my friendship with the band. Hmmm, not the outcome I expected. Me no like.
Beyond that, I worked at several local record stores on and off for about seven years. Believe me when I say that during this time, the Tabitha single was always in stock, there were always many, many copies. I got to do inventory twice a year, for all those years. In that time, the price went from a brand new $2.99, to a slightly soiled $1.99, just before throwing itself down the bargain basement backstairs at $0.99 a go. It lingered on at that price for a few years, with each copy getting that much more shopworn and jacked. After that, it was all it could do to dry-heave itself to a floptacular $0.49.
When the bottom fell completely out, it was all marked with a large black "x" and put on the curb... for free. Between you and me, I have only sold two (2) copies of this record for actual green money that can be spent on stuff, ever. In seven years. Such a disappointment.
Couldn't have had anything to do with the cover, could it?
It's not a bad single. It has a nice prog/punkish feel to it. A definite Rush-y vibration is flowing throughout. It is much too jammin' and well produced for this city in the early 90s. This was a garage rock town back then, and these guys weren't about that.
The cover idea was not mine, but I was paid to execute it.
-{Tabitha}-
Nap
Powerballast
Red on White
New Hands
1994 Bunkhouse 03
Nap
Powerballast
Red on White
New Hands
1994 Bunkhouse 03
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