Brook Pridemore - “Stockholm St. Syndrome” music video, 2012
Jeez Louise, it’s clearly been a weird last few years. Taking realistic steps in 2012 to be more productive has so far worked out, but the frustrating flipside of that is having to face projects that have been festering for years. Take this one, the initial production of which began in 2009. A wide, colorful array of distractions, self-abuse, and self-doubt intervened during that time, keeping me from finishing this, or much of anything else. But now, Year of the Dragon, blah blah blah, yakkety yakkety [fart sound effect].
It’s embarrassing too, because Brook is a guy whose music I’ve always been fond of (anthemic, reference-filled, acoustic punk, with hooks so sharp you could disembowel somebody with ‘em? Sign me up!), and whose work ethic dwarfs most people’s, mine included. Whatever. Just enjoy the fucking thing. People don’t join Tumblr to read shit.
Decided to post the Vimeo version. It’s on YouTube too. I have both. Ugh.
Prego!, 2012
Second collage of 2012 (the first was too big to scan). Subconsciously inspired by Sins Of The Fleshapoids.
Sexynightmoves, 2012
Collaboration with my good friend and bandmate, Kung Fu Luke. Born out of a slightly half-assed drawing party on the evening of 1/2/12.
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Thong Song, 2011
This is all I can give you. My fucking dumb cover of an already fucking dumb song. Been listening to way too much Negativland. Gonna shoot somebody point-blank in the stamper if I’m not careful.
All Suffering Soon To End!, 2011
“All evidence shows that we are nearing the end of man’s tragic experiment in independence from God. It has been clearly demonstrated that rulership by humans apart from God can never succeed. Only God’s rulership can bring peace, happiness, perfect health, and everlasting life. So Jehovah’s toleration of wickedness and suffering is nearing its end.”
“Your luck has been completely changed today.”
Close-Knit Community, 2011
“There had been no signs of life there for a week, and a worried neighbor in the close-knit community had called the police. In four bedrooms of the Bishop home and on the stairs, the policeman discovered blotchy splatters of blood.”
Conventional Attempts At Plot Synopsis Wither, 2011
Been collaging a lot lately. On wood boards, no less. So expect some more of those in the upcoming days. Or don’t.
How Would You Like A Hot Bowl Of Bullshit Soup?, 2010
Another lowlight from the same sketchbook as the previous post. The creepy fucker in the photo was found on a desolate stretch of Morgan Ave. Modge Podge has really been opening doors for me. I want to suffocate in it.
Timothy Carey, 2010
From a recently finished sketchbook. The ticket stubs were from Anthology Film Archives’ World’s Greatest Sinner/Tweet’s Ladies Of Pasadena double feature.
