"We are all going to die, all of us, what a circus! That alone should make us love each other but it doesn't. We are terrorized and flattened by trivialities, we are eaten up by nothing." ~ Charles Bukowski
Election manipulation by Putin, a thing of humor and satisfaction for our mainstream media?
by Reviewer Rob
Maybe our American mainstream news media really isn’t just one monolithic industry with one tight-knit cabal controlling it. Maybe it’s not significant that the only real use of the word “meddling” in popular culture here was by cartoon villains after they’ve had their plans disrupted, or “foiled,” by crafty heroes. But the word “disruption” was a perfectly suitable name for the alleged Russian cyber spywork in our recent presidential election. Even “interference” was good since it had already been entrenched via sports jargon. Yet all the big news outlets suddenly, and in unison, have chosen to to latch on to the use of this other arcane descriptive. I just ask, why?
Talking ink: Low Gallery in Barrio Logan at a mid-summer show during ComicCon
by Reviewer Rob
I had both my Nikons hanging on my neck this night with the goal of playing around with their capabilities. The D5200 and D5300 were set on their fastest ISOs for a shoot at Meegan’s art gallery/performance venue Low. I’d come to see a couple of bands play, Lisa Carver’s Suckdog and The Vaginals (Vaginals sounded great, by the way). It had been a couple of years since I’d last seen Meegan and I noticed she’d gotten a couple of new tattoos.
Meegan Nolan is the stylish owner and proprietor of Low Gallery. She’s all about art — the appreciation as well as the business of it — and only now while ‘shopping this pic did it dawn on me that she was wearing a stylin’ cartoon t-shirt (is that the Tazmanian Devil?). Classic, it was, after all, the weekend of the famous San Diego International ComicCon. Yes as a fashionista Meegan is also a triple threat. On this night her shiny gold pants were amazing. But these classic-era style tattoos were what I really liked. The symbolic “Black Rose” is on her right forearm and a standing nude ‘a la Sailor Jerry adorns her left.
I shot this while the bands were setting up for the show and Meegan was standing against the back wall of the space. No flash was used, just ambient light, so it’s grainy. Like I said, I was pushing what the low light ability of the cameras could do. I think at 1/100th of a second it’s pretty decent. Photoshop brought out more contrast and color from the original RAW image.
Image file info:
Tamron lens 18-270mm F3.5-6.3 DiII VC PZD B008N
Focal Length 18mm (in 35mm: 27mm)
Exposure: 1/100 sec; f/3.5; ISO 12800; Manual; Pattern Metering
Flash: Did not fire
December 6, at The Horton Grand Hotel Theater.
This should be good.
Lilly and House Of Pink Boombox do a weekly show at Gossip Girl on University Avenue but this upcoming Horton Grand event promises to be in a different league.
According to momma Lilly Holliday it’ll be a production worthy of the famous burlesque traditions of yesteryear.
Lilly says, “…it’s our fancy upscale show so the numbers are bigger more theatrical. There are group numbers. Traveling acts. It’s just really exciting to see burlesque the way it’s kinda meant to be seen.”
You can get more info on their Facebook page HERE. Lilly Holliday’s FB page is HERE.
Jose Sinatra, real name Bill Richardson, age 62, began his act in 1982 and had reached local legend status by 1994 when he appeared in “Hitchhiker Joe”, an awful Rugburns video, along with future music scene siren Jewel Kilcher.
The Hose, as he is known, recently ceased smoking and drinking after life-changing heart trouble. He said it was “22 months ago — and life sucks!” Hose’s humor lies in highlighting the cheesy lounge entertainer ethos and lampooning the ego-covered schmaltz of a working nightclub personality, one who can’t see how bad he is. The crowd loved it. Then he almost died.
”They went in and burned off things,” he said pointing at his groin area, referring to an emergency treatment two years ago for an irregular heartbeat. “(In the hospital) they asked me, ‘Did you drive here?’ I said yes. They said, ‘We’ll get you an ambulance!’”
At one point during last Summer’s “First Annual Farewell Tour” show at Ducky Waddles’, Hose apologised to the bookstore crowd.
“I’ve lost the ability to expel air all the way from my diaphragm,” Jose said, despairing his lack of stamina and diminished vocal power.
Now that Hose has begun what may be his death spiral the Elvis-comparison and real life irony is thick. It occurred to me that now might be the time to approach him to star in an adult video of light fetish where we have Hose spanking a female porn performer at a paysite I do as a side gig. It could be now or never since he needed to sink to the floor mid-song more than once and use bottled oxygen to get through his multimedia poetry/spoken-word and song set at Ducky Waddles Bookstore in Leucadia.
An entertainer could do worse than dying on stage after 33 years performing. Unless, that is, he dies on a porn set. So I looked for the right moment to pitch him the idea, before and then after the show at Ducky Waddles. Didn’t happen though, because the crowd pressed in hard around him at all times, or the mood wasn’t right. I might try again at the “OB-o-ke” karaoke nights at Winston’s in Ocean Beach where Hose hosts every Sunday. Thank you and goodnight!