M.D.I.Why. the art, gear, music, filth, depravity of Ross Sewage
Dennis Dread is the amazing artist behind the covers of Engorged, Phobia, and others. He’s also the man behind Destroying Angels art ‘zine.
For an amazing read, check out his blog about visiting Bobby Beausoleil in prison.
http://dennisdread.blogspot.com/2006/10/lucifer-rising_13.html
“If you really want to hurt your parents and don’t want to be gay, go into the arts.” – Kurt Vonnegut
Wanted! Unmotivated alcoholics for apathy and debasement
Are you ready for a life of thankless poverty? Do you imbibe various chemicals as a way to offset your constant depression and / or ennui? Do you want to tell people of a like mind about your woes in verse or through pictures? Then we may have a position for you!
You could be an Artist!
I have some kind of weird-o workaholic ADD complex that they don’t make a pill for. That’s probably for the best, because I’m sure that pill would have unreported heart-attack side effects. In any case, I keep myself busy, too busy, to keep from ever getting bored, but then I screw over my friends and don’t get much done anyway. I wish I was on some government stipend, and didn’t have to work, but I’m sure I’d manage to overfill that time, too.
Friday and Saturday morning, I tweaked (not literally, though I had wayyyy too much coffee) on some Impaled songs I’d been working on. Sean redid one of my new songs, and raised the bar, so I really felt like I needed to get my musical shit together. I did, but I’d also forgotten about a practice (which ended up being cancelled) and was nearly late for the next event…
Went out and did a second day of make-up for the very very independant movie Bad Date. I was more prepared this day to some fun stuff. Here’s some of the results…
I been working hard. I love it. My supervisor was gone from work Friday so I had to take care of stuff. I find some kind of orgasmic property in work-induced stress. Perhaps I channel the unprovable orgone energy into my occular cavities by way of squinting at sheets of data.
I called my friend Rosemarie on Friday. She is way cool. There are few people I am agog to talk with on the phone, so much so, I had to aglog about it. She told me about the zombie shoot. Actually, she just said the word “zombie film” and I blurted out, “I’m there!! Where? When?” I like zombies. Can you tell? If there is one way to be, it’s to zom-be.
My co-worker Anthony drew this… the rocker in the comic looks VERY familiar…
Here’s a link to the archive of his comic Natural 20.
My blog before last… how whiny. Oh well. To wit, more whine… the little Impaled / Engorged / Lord Gore mini-tour was fun, no doubt. The guys in Engorged are the funniest people on the planet, and I got a lot of love and respect for Lord Gore. We played some killer shows in LA and Phoenix. In the Bay Area however… well, death metal just isn’t worth it. That is, not for the 21 and up crowd.
I see no reason for us to be playing around here for adults who just aren’t gonna go see a show we’re playing. No amount of press helps, no amount of flyers… Impaled is playing what we love, and the people who also love it are about 10 years younger than us. If we can play for them, awesome. A good gig with a huge band? I’d consider it. In the meantime… no more headlining 21 and up gigs. Don’t even ask about us doing benefits. If it’s not a solid all-ages package, we’ll pass. I don’t feel like I’m too old for death metal, just too old to not be smart about it.
First off… woop. MySpace makes the world a small place. Sorry to the two lovely young ladies to whom I referred to as being 16 year old girls. Thanks for being cool and coming to the show!
Second… yesterday on BART. I was working on a 7″ for Engorged. All of a sudden I got bumped and my dot dot dot dot insance drawing got a new little line in it. Dammit.
I turned around, and this young boy was standing there just waiting to get punched. Instead, I smiled at his mother and said, “That’s okay,” as she apologized to me.