A house down my block burned up nearly a year ago. I remember they cut power to the entire block while getting it dowsed. I read Avner Landes’ WWII Soviet writer propaganda tour novel by candle-light waiting for the electricity to return.

Riding home through the alley a couple weeks ago, I saw a bunch of cool stuff in back of that house. They were finally emptying it out. Must be doing a gut-rehab to get it habitable again. I scored a Van Gogh-looking chair, a nice big mirror, and a shitty but very large palette-knife landscape. I have a show coming up at the bar and I figured if I could “correct'” it, this would take up a good chunk of wallspace.

This show will be a bit of a grab-bag. Collages, book illustrations, and figure studies. A taste of the different modes I’ve worked in this year. I usually try to make my Rainbo Club shows thematically coherent but it’s not possible this time. I’m going in different directions, switching from this to that instinctively, and I want to acknowledge that.

This fracturing is my old fashioned analog response to the way most of us live now but the thing is that my life has reorganized itself nearly completely the last two months. This art show will not be about that. Too soon as the saying goes.

Finding unique names for these newsletters becomes a challenge after fifteen-plus years. This one references the same Chet Baker number I paid tribute to five years ago, but it’s because I put the song on a mixtape a couple weeks back.

The valence of a song in one’s life can change entirely. Something picked out of the alley can become art, maybe. Nothing and no one ever sits truly still for very long.

Recorded a talk with Krystle Ratticus about zines, art, and the rest of it.