Too Drunk To Dream

…ain’t no drinking when the bottle’s dry…

In defense of Shepard Fairey, the ‘HOPE’ artist.

OK, I’m not artistic genius or anything, but did anyone think that Shepard Fairey drew his now-iconic poster of Obama by memory or something?  Oh, no, wait, he sat Barack down and painted a portrait. Yeah. That must have been it….

Well, in another sign of the impending apocalypse, the Associated Press is now suing the collage artist for images that he may have used to model his Obama “Hope” poster.  Grow up AP.  Grow up.

Full Story:

AP accuses ‘Hope’ artist of copyright infringement

In other news..small time blogger gets in hot water for linking to USA Today.

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February 5, 2009 Posted by | associated press, barack, ghost of electricity, hope, obama, providence, Providence Rhode Island, rhode island, shepard fairey, sued, toodrunktodream | Leave a comment

I’m sorry I haven’t posted today, it’s because I’m fucking tired. I had a day.

I knew that I was going to be working today. Despite the weather warnings, I had two clients that needed my services, or they’d be in violation with the state. So, I worked all day, which requires me to be driving from client to client, and on days like today, driving in the goddamn snow. Whatever. That doesn’t matter. What matters is, the lab was not prepared for the type of sample that I needed to take due to a malfunctioning autoclave, which contributed to my ass-long day. I have crappy bottles that were sterilized 6 months ago, and they’re so big, they don’t fit in my cooler. Furthermore, I’m wondering if this malfunctioning autoclave is the fucking reason why I need to do these samples in the first place….

After my work day was done, I hit the gym. I worked my fuggin ass off. Weights, running, core….tiring. When I got out of the gym, the 6 inches of snow had given way to a heavy cold rain…and there was a steady 4 inches of rain and slush between the front door of the gym and my vehicle- on top of the snow-now slush. I truck it to my car.

A third of the way home, my p.o.s. car stalls out, due to the thick moisture in the air and the standing water that is EVERYWHERE on the roads. I pull over my coasting car to the side of the road and roll halfway into the entrance of a hot dog place. Halfway. My car will not start back up. I decide to be all McGuyver and shit and spray my distributor cap with WD-40 so I pop the trunk, pop the hood and get out of my car….into 6 inches of flowing runoff. Great. Freezing cold slush water ruining my fucking Steve Maddens. Whatever. I get my car running after spraying the cap, and I can’t see out of the windshield. It’s heavily fogged up. Whatever. I pull into the hot dog place completely and sit there for a half hour, while my windows de-fog and my engine dries up.

After 15 minutes, I chance my engine and brave the weather. I drive a quarter of a mile before my engine stalls again. I quickly turn into a driveway of someone’s duplex. 20 minutes later, my car is started, warmed up and ready to go. This time I get a hundred yards before I can coast into the local Sunoco station. I sat there for an hour before I decided to go at it once more. Long story short, This time I got home, about two miles, and just in time to eat dinner, chat with a dear friend, and plop down for an hour long helping of “Lost”. It’s nights like these that wine was invented for.

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January 29, 2009 Posted by | ghost of electricity, jameson, lost, Providence Rhode Island, toodrunktodream | Leave a comment

I’m sorry I haven’t posted today, it’s because I’m fucking tired. I had a day.

I knew that I was going to be working today. Despite the weather warnings, I had two clients that needed my services, or they’d be in violation with the state. So, I worked all day, which requires me to be driving from client to client, and on days like today, driving in the goddamn snow. Whatever. That doesn’t matter. What matters is, the lab was not prepared for the type of sample that I needed to take due to a malfunctioning autoclave, which contributed to my ass-long day. I have crappy bottles that were sterilized 6 months ago, and they’re so big, they don’t fit in my cooler. Furthermore, I’m wondering if this malfunctioning autoclave is the fucking reason why I need to do these samples in the first place….

After my work day was done, I hit the gym. I worked my fuggin ass off. Weights, running, core….tiring. When I got out of the gym, the 6 inches of snow had given way to a heavy cold rain…and there was a steady 4 inches of rain and slush between the front door of the gym and my vehicle- on top of the snow-now slush. I truck it to my car.

A third of the way home, my p.o.s. car stalls out, due to the thick moisture in the air and the standing water that is EVERYWHERE on the roads. I pull over my coasting car to the side of the road and roll halfway into the entrance of a hot dog place. Halfway. My car will not start back up. I decide to be all McGuyver and shit and spray my distributor cap with WD-40 so I pop the trunk, pop the hood and get out of my car….into 6 inches of flowing runoff. Great. Freezing cold slush water ruining my fucking Steve Maddens. Whatever. I get my car running after spraying the cap, and I can’t see out of the windshield. It’s heavily fogged up. Whatever. I pull into the hot dog place completely and sit there for a half hour, while my windows de-fog and my engine dries up.

After 15 minutes, I chance my engine and brave the weather. I drive a quarter of a mile before my engine stalls again. I quickly turn into a driveway of someone’s duplex. 20 minutes later, my car is started, warmed up and ready to go. This time I get a hundred yards before I can coast into the local Sunoco station. I sat there for an hour before I decided to go at it once more. Long story short, This time I got home, about two miles, and just in time to eat dinner, chat with a dear friend, and plop down for an hour long helping of “Lost”. It’s nights like these that wine was invented for.

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January 29, 2009 Posted by | ghost of electricity, jameson, lost, Providence Rhode Island, toodrunktodream | Leave a comment

Deer Tick are a great Providence band



“Deer Tick are a great Providence band”


I don’t get to relish in those words too often. When I can, it needs to be announced. So even when Deer Tick play a sold-out Madison Square Garden some day, I’ll still be advertising the fact that they’re from the biggest little state in the union. With that being said…damn. Why haven’t I seen these guys around? Probably because the best music in Providence is not advertised. Most of the music, for better or for worse, is well under wraps. Hey, with the utter lack of performance space in this city, it’s a challenge to find a place to play. What ends up happening is, bands play in guerilla places, off-the-radar and technically illegal venues; houses, basements, in mills, artist studios, and lofts. When the shows ARE advertised (mostly on blogs), the writers are chastised for allowing the authorities the ability to obtain info on these performances. So, since I moved off of Federal Hill, and shifted my stomping grounds….sadly I don’t hear about a lot of these shows anymore.


SO, Deer Tick, er, John McCauley released an excellent album a short time ago called War Elephant, an alt-country gem heavily rooted in the indie sounds of Modest Mouse, Clap Your Hands, and The Cave Singers. Some really good shit. And coming out of Providence RI. The revolution has arisen again. 1st it was the Talking Heads, then it was Kristen Hersh, Kilgore, and Lightning Bolt. Now it’s The Low Anthem and Deer Tick. Watch out…cuz I’ve got an attitude and an acoustic guitar too…



Ashamed – Deer Tick


Deer Tick – “Art Isn’t Real” at AS220


http://drop.io/rtg9vec – Deer Tick – War Elephant [2007]


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January 27, 2009 Posted by | alt country, americana, art isn't real, Arts, ashamed, deer tick, ghost of electricity, indie, John McCauley, music, providence, Providence Rhode Island, rhode island, toodrunktodream, war elephant | Leave a comment