The first one of these we did years ago I ended up taking a few people out to the pier on 35th street beach EARLY in the morning and having a cup of coffee as we chatted and looked at the amazing skyline. There are a BUNCH of lectures and workshops planned.  I will be around to throw additional stuff your way too. We can fuck around with a dub mix and my cool analog gear, chat about the punk days, the industrial days, the drinking days, whatever!  Although it’s been called a LOT of different things, it’d be great if it was “the weekend that my head exploded”, or “the weekend that I got it (or enough of it to make a difference for every week afterward)” or something like that.  But that’s way too wordy for a title – and, there might be some horrifying legal implications if this turned out to be the weekend that you got food poisoning or something………..I’m not guaranteeing that your head is going to blow off………but it’s something that we are going to TRY and achieve? ok?  That’s not a bad aspiration to have is it?

My love of the Deadliest Catch as an example of work ethic was immediately confirmed as Max and then Bill drilled through their own fingers then just got back up the ladder to continue what they were doing with band aid or electrical tape to stop the bleeding, using the little dots of blood as a kind of laser level guide to the next fixing point.

There were more dropped balls than the Chicago Cubs, but lets focus in on one:

Something that was forgotten at the gallery preview on Tuesday night was the tip jar. MAX – a mad proponent of the book – reminded us what a great idea it was – so we placed a jar at the vodka Red Bull table and were rewarded $68 for our efforts! So, you would ASSume that Max and all of us would be all over this idea for the gallery opening in Baltimore a few days later…….it wasn’t until afterwards that I remembered – we were all stunned at how this could be possible – but it IS – that’s the point – little things get lost and fall through the cracks. So, here’s where it gets to unbelievable proportions – the next night at a DJ event (also in Baltimore) merch did 4 or 500 bucks………..the tip jar was forgotten again.

I know, these guys are smart and I don’t think I’m a complete idiot, but it happened two days in a row with 4 people involved………….there was a suggestion made of a checklist – and that’s a good one. But the space suit analogy is a good one to go with, its difficult to move, your limbs don’t work in the same way after a few days and your always smelling your own bad gas.

-MA
7/15/09