I was having my double-fetus cake and eating it too!
Congratulations to JP and JP for making it to 30, they wasn’t supposed to make it past 25 but now the joke is on us because they’re still alive. And they know how to throw down! And a big thanks to Jack and Westrich for use of their space, that was really wonderful and was a perfect fit for the occasion. Thanks to Jeff for the Cubans, the Mad Titans for their near-2-hour solid set, everyone for their booze-n-food potluck, and of course Brenda for making this possible, after all these boys came out of her womb 30 years ago!
ahhh to be back in NYC. now I know why. never a weekend (or weekday for that matter) goes by without something going on. Tomorrow: a movie outdoors at Socrates Sculpture Park. Thursday I’m going to pick up the most awesomest bitchenist cowabunganist piece of furniture this side of Northern Boulevard. and Friday and Saturday will open shows by my mates Sarah Glidden and Zach Bruder (respectively). Sarah’s show is less an exhibition proper and more an annual celebratory gathering of Brooklyn cartoonists, but her work is hot shit so you should still stop by if you’re around. Incentive: oh yeah, both events with have free COLD brewskies, or so I’m told.
FRIDAY:
pretty straightforward that. nice flyer. I think I know this Ryan too. Sarah says it’s one of her friends and I know a number of her Ryan friends, so I reckon I have an 88% chance of previous encounter. Which makes it all the more exciting for me, putting art-to-face.
SATURDAY:
Bedford Avenue Gallery is pleased to announce the Zach Bruder’s first solo show , opening August 1st.
Zach Bruder will show his Forecast series with several other works on paper. Working in the gap between history and figuration, Bruder appropriates both text and imagery ranging from Civil War generals to auction catalogs. These images, disembodied and stunted, join to make a strangely poignant body of work exploring mankind’s urge to commemorate itself.
Zach Bruder, born in 1984, lives and works in New York.
BEDFORD AVE. GALLERY
SAT. AUG 1ST (7PM – 9PM) and SUN. AUG 2ND (12PM – 7PM)
177 NORTH 10TH ST. SUITE G (BTWN BEDFORD AND DRIGGS)
BROOKLYN, NTY 11211
(917) 364-3809
I admit Zac Braun – whom I’ve only known as Zac Attack for over 3 years – is a guy that I don’t really know terribly too much about but whenever we run into each other at parties I think we both go out of our way to say hello and have a pleasant chat. He’s incredibly nice so the vibe is always good. He always has a fine selection of hats unfortunately this one doesn’t have a name; his bicycle’s name is Lola however so he does have a propensity to Name the inanimate world around him. Him showing his tattoo came up in a discussion about someone else’s body art (an inside-lip tattoo) and after some questioning Zac is very fond of typewriters, and he works them into his art quite often.
This past weekend saw the goodbye party for friend and once long-term fellow roomie of the Flux Factory, the mad thinker and tinkerer the one and only Pirate Brian. It’s so hard to describe how cool Pirate Brian is. Let’s just say his geocities-era website is actually still hosted at geocities! He’s that friggin’ amazing!
Here’s another way to put it by Brian himself, quoted that evening as he talked with another Brian about fabricating a multi-purpose necklace-tool-doowhop:
It’s viciously hard to make an actual consumer product.
Viciously!
The going-away party was to celebrate his next-month move to Los Angeles with his lovely newlywed Evelyn. Requirements to attend the party including following one of three rules, your choice: bring booze (easy), bring a present (little difficult, if you know the honorable guests: Brian would rather make his own tools than have you buy one), or your last choice dress up as one of them! I would have loved to do the latter but since I’m currently living out of two duffel bags I don’t have much of a wardrobe to choose from (books and computer parts take up more than one full bag you see). Dressing like Brian would include apparel such as aviator goggles, tool belts of DIY design, necklace with a sharpie, headlamp, magnets, LED lights, foil-wrapped food pouches, etc. So I made up for my lack of appearance by documenting the evening and making sure the dance floor was always bumping (ask around me and Sarah kept it breaking when everybody else jumped ship – eventually they all came back once they saw our behinds beckoning).
A Brian lookalike inspecting the quality of rigging in the ceiling above, outfit complete with Periodic Table of Elements and mobile phone mount for hands-free communication.
Then suddenly out of nowhere the Hungry March Band leaked out of the woodwork and we had a brass band house party in an instant! Complete with first dance:
The trumpet rocked! The other trumpet rocked! The trombone rocked!
hosts Todd and Libby and the cat that loves guacamole
Evelyn dispensing vodka distilled inside a crystal skull from The Temple of Doom.
Say bye bye now.
I’ll always remember Brian for his lessons on safety in the woodshop like “Don’t chop your arm off” or his fascination with battery-powered devices or his instructional tutorials on how to lift, open and deploy a ladder. Yes, a ladder. What a pirate!
Terrible lighting but here’s a video of the Hungry March. the music matters more than the visuals anyway:
