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Big Foot Chester, Jesse Sublett, Davy Jones

Big Foot Chester benefit for Davy Jones

Come out Friday night for a great cause: As most of you probably know, Davy Jones is that cool cat who’s played guitar in like 100 bands since the founding of Raul’s. The Hickoids and Big Foot Chester are just two of them. Right now, Davy is having an adventure with lung cancer and his friends have been getting together to help him out since he has helped so many of us over the years. Coincident with the anniversary of Hole in the Wall (40 years) and Big Foot Chester (10 years) there’s a big benefit show at the Hole this Friday. Big show, small price: $10. Come out, drop by and pay the cover if you’re on your way to some lame show that you can’t get out of or a hot date or whatever, pull some more dough out and drop it in the hat and help a brother out. Talking about My Terrible Self singing a Howlin Wolf song, plus my bros Walter Daniels, Bill Anderson, Big Joe Doerr, Ted Roddy, Texacala Jones, and quite a number of sensational individuals.

See my art gallery by clicking this link. A couple of new images below, just for fun.

And then, finally, I guess you heard, they are remodeling the city council chambers here in Austin and, because some of our more conservative Texas cities have sometimes derisively referred to the Liberal Oasis of this Red State as The People’s Republic of Austin, I just wondered if those folks might be wondering about what the brand new city council dais might look like?

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Poster of Fantomas (1947)

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Poster of Fantomas (1947)

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Four minutes of Lou Reed / Velvet Underground by some of Austin’s best musicians, in my opinion. Recorded in February 2014 at the Cactus Cafe.

THEY KNOW THINGS THAT WE DON’T

THEY KNOW THINGS THAT WE DON’T

THEY KNOW THINGS THAT WE DON'T, 36 x 24, acrylic on canvas, by Jesse Sublett, $595,

THEY KNOW THINGS THAT WE DON’T, 36 x 24, acrylic on canvas, by Jesse Sublett, $595, from Jesse Sublett’s Little Black Book

A new piece added to the ART page, above: “THEY KNOW THINGS THAT WE DON’T.” Yes, another one with grackles. AND another chapter in the Grackle Chronicles. But first, this message from the New York Times, one of the best bits in the Sunday’s edition, about the fabulously…

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It’s a grackle world, we’re just living in it. “They Know Things That We Don’t” 24 x 36 acrylic on canvas $595; “King of the City” 20x16 acrylic on canvas $475 (SOLD); “Grackle World” 20x16 acrylic on canvas $475.  jessesublett.com

New art added to the Art Page this weekend. “Darla Pours a Double” is a small 8 x 11 acrylic & oil pastel on paper in a black matte temporary frame. “Grackle World” is 20 x 16 acrylic on canvas. It’s a Grackle World, we’re just living in it. Happy Fathers Day.

A few bonus images below from my pulp fiction collection. For you fans of TOUCH OF EVIL (1958), one of the best and darkest and weirdest of all films noir, here’s the source material for the movie script, along with a book about the film and the adaptation process.

At one time I had every book published under the various names and pseudonyms of author team Bob Wade and Bill Miller. That includes not only the monumental classic, Badge of Evil / Touch of Evil, but also the super strange Kiss Her Good-By and Kitten with a Whip.

Darla Pours a Double New art added to the Art Page this weekend. “Darla Pours a Double” is a small 8 x 11 acrylic & oil pastel on paper in a black matte temporary frame.

It’s a Grackle World, we’re just living in it. 
Acrylic on canvas 20 x 16, by Jesse Sublett, Author & Artist at Large, $475. 

It’s a Grackle World, we’re just living in it. 

Acrylic on canvas 20 x 16, by Jesse Sublett, Author & Artist at Large, $475. 

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“This wild man who crashed into your room, was he a minotaur?” “Huh? A Ford Taurus?” “No, man, this cat drove a Buick.” (from Grave Digger Blues , Art by Picasso)

RED DIRT #6

The latest chapter in RED DIRT CHRONICLES. For previous chapters, see Red Dirt #1Red Dirt #2Red Dirt #3, and Red Dirt #4.

This one even has a little soundtrack, a modest little demo track of mine.


 

IT WAS GETTING LATE

I watched them like a scorpion
waiting, I said:
Time, I got it right here
all the time in the world

EVEN LATER

She was dancing by herself
I would have gone looking for her
when she left
but I was nailed
to this chair by a daydream.

NEXT MORNING AT THE END OF THE ROAD

so they came, an army of pickup trucks
sledge hammers and hoists
busted out the old foundation
jacked and shimmed
the underpinnings of our life
crumbled once again
they paused at noon
exfoliating the foil from flour tacos
hechos de manos de sus esposas quieridas.
the aroma being something
primal, like sex, birth, death
all in one bite

then it was off to the graveyard
where defunct dreams
return to the elements
concrete dust and rebar
rotten timbers
rusting tin

there she stands now
another abandoned cicada skin

CODA
Strange man in the cemetery after midnight
waist deep in a hole, slinging his spade
you say, “Are you the grave digger?”
“No,” he says,
“just filling in for the other guy.”

 

 

RED DIRT #6 RED DIRT #6 The latest chapter in RED DIRT CHRONICLES. For previous chapters, see Red Dirt #1…