Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Monday, November 7, 2011
Sunday, November 6, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Monday, December 6, 2010
evil by rennie sparks
buy the book.
albuquerque, nm
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
kerby's drum goes to heaven
on monday, november 15th, at 9pm, kerby of sabertooth cavity and tenderizor sent his snare drum to heaven in a fiery blaze. the pyre was held at the drummer's home in albuquerque, new mexico. in attendance were a few friends watching sexy music videos on youtube.
kerby and the drum were first united six years ago. "i found her while browsing through music world in hobbs (new mexico) and knew i had to have her," says kerby. over the years, the two played with a variety of notable artists, including see you next tuesday, heavyheavylowlow, arsonists get all the girls, and the jonbenet.
kerby and his drum shared many wild adventures. recalls kerby, "i remember driving drunk and it fell out of the back of my truck in loving, new mexico, and i didn't even realize it till the next day. i went back searching for about an hour and found her laying in a ditch."
after a respected musical career, the snare drum enjoyed a happy retirement as a pot for a jalapeño plant in the backyard.
rest in peace, little tambor from hobbs. ashes to ashes, dust to dust, amen.
tenderizor http://www.myspace.com/tenderizor
sabertooth cavity http://www.myspace.com/sabertoothcavity
albuquerque, nm
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Sunday, November 7, 2010
christopher clark memorial wall
my love, he died, and everything was so fucked afterward. as just one example, i don't even know if christopher has a grave. so this memorial wall by defone means a lot to me.
i just met defone a couple weeks ago. he says goes by "def one" because he doesn't listen. but he heard my tale of sorrow, and kindly, kindly offered to paint a wall in memory christopher. thank you so much, defone. this wall is behind my friend ben's house, in the alley just south of eton st., across from where christopher used to live. thanks, ben, for sharing your space and being a very decent man.
so my love is remembered on the street where he was a king, surrounded by flying war machines and the awesome specter of ween rising over the mountains. christopher, i love you so much. be seeing you again someday.
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his eyes are perfect-- blue and silver and dark and gold. christopher was the most beautiful man i have ever seen in real life. |
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defone compares his work to a photo |
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ben has two wolves, naya and luna, who will be keeping christopher company, and ensuring this wall does not get messed with. |
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this is luna-- she is a sweetheart, also gorgeous and ferocious. so i admire her because i aspire to that as well. |
albuquerque, nm
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Tuesday, September 14, 2010
king clark @ ween 2009
i wrote this when christopher and i first fell in love.
reprinted from Wig Wam Bam #92 October 2009
WEEN @ Sunshine Theater 9/5/09
submitted by Black Cat Danger
“Derelict as fuck,” is how my man tonight describes the teeming fans lined up for Ween: More than a few chicks in dreg spumoni colors, plenty men wearing t-shirts for the eleventh consecutive day. And my boy, himself in tatters and natural ermine musk, seeming to me like their King.
reprinted from Wig Wam Bam #92 October 2009
WEEN @ Sunshine Theater 9/5/09
submitted by Black Cat Danger
“Derelict as fuck,” is how my man tonight describes the teeming fans lined up for Ween: More than a few chicks in dreg spumoni colors, plenty men wearing t-shirts for the eleventh consecutive day. And my boy, himself in tatters and natural ermine musk, seeming to me like their King.
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Tuesday, July 20, 2010
afterlife remixed
reprinted from alibi v.19 no.28 | july 15 - 21, 2010
Afterlife Remixed
Two Albuquerque artists take an unconventional approach to visions of death
By Samara Alpern

The devil may reach out with bristled claws to grab your hair. But, then again, he may not. It may be that butterflies carry you into the ether. It’s hard to say what happens after this life. But, either way, momento mori: Remember, you must die.
In Momento Mori, an exhibition at the POP Gallery in Santa Fe, Albuquerque artists Brandon Maldonado and Marie Sena join Juxtapoz feature artist Daniel Martin Diaz of Tucson for nuanced consideration of the Great Exit.
Afterlife Remixed
Two Albuquerque artists take an unconventional approach to visions of death
By Samara Alpern

“Coronacion de la Virgen,” Maria Sena
In Momento Mori, an exhibition at the POP Gallery in Santa Fe, Albuquerque artists Brandon Maldonado and Marie Sena join Juxtapoz feature artist Daniel Martin Diaz of Tucson for nuanced consideration of the Great Exit.
Saturday, July 17, 2010
Wednesday, July 14, 2010
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