This month's episode comes to you from Amsterdam, where I am both deliriously lacking in sleep (after an entire %&$#*$@&* week!) and also lacking in anything else to write about. I am out of my country and out of my head. So I'm just going to show you some pictures.
You'll never guess what! CHEESE.
Also, chocolate shoes.
Amsterdam is picturesque as hell.
Resistance is futile.
Andy's bike! (Andy is both great company and a stellar Amsterdam guide. But he's not for hire so back off).
The celestial rings of Italian restaurant heaven.
And now for some various representations of womankind:
Labia necklaces! Naturally.
A very lifelike—though extremely aloof—store mannequin.
And chicks at the bar! Who are always naked and pouring beer down their open throats!
(Okay, representations are over.) .
This is Ford Pier playing at The Irrational Library in Haarlem. It was fantastic to see him play, especially so far from home. Plus he read my mind—he looked at me, said my name, and proceeded to play the song that I was just about to request. Uncanny.
Hanging with some dudes at an Irish pub in Haarlem: David P. Smith, Ford Pier, and Andy Kerr. I really wish we could have stayed to see Ford's second show—but ALAS—it was not to be.
The following day it was David's turn to have a show at The Irrational Library in Haarlem.
His show was definitely the highlight of my trip to that point. There was a highly engaged and attentive audience, and David was on fire. I got emotional. We met some interesting people—as often seems to happen when you're far from home.
Jump to David Mogerman running across a lit up bridge. Picturesque.
The two Davids have been drawing a lot together.
Also, cracking themselves up with drawings of farts and cowboy boots on crows.
Okay, that's it. I have no sense of how entertaining and/or lacklustre this missive may be because I'm SO TIRED—SO VERY, VERY TIRED. Give me another chance next month, wouldja? THANKS.
This is a friendly reminder that I have artwork hanging at Northern Quarter (1724 Douglas) until Sunday, November 18th. This is also a friendly reminder that you could invest in a very, very special gift for a loved one—Christmas or otherwise—the gift of original art. It doesn't have to be mine (though I would love if it were, of course)... I just sense that people who have never bought original art don't know what a difference it makes to your life and your home, when it's something that you love. It enriches your life—and I ain't just whistling Dixie. TAKE THE PLUNGE!
And some special peeps at the opening, as photographed by David P. Smith: