Monday, December 31, 2012

Happy New Year Play-Mates!

I'm suited & booted, my old lady is dressed to do ya harm..with a gram of the finest flake and a bottle of gold under the arm..we're ready to step out to spread a little love to one & all,
there's nothing left to say,
 I wish ya  everything your heart desire's _ JoHnny ~

Sunday, December 30, 2012

Shelley at Oxford part 2

                        an un-fed head will eat it's self ~

            

Shelley at Oxford part 1

                     the rich man in his castle, the poor man at his gate ~ 

                       

Friday, December 28, 2012

Sacred Cow ~

The Missionary Position ;
This book details another side of the Catholic Saint Mother Theresa of Calcutta.  Anyone with that long a title must surely be most beneficial to the existence of mankind.  Right?
Missionary positionFrom an interview with Mother Theresa:
Q:  ”So you wouldn’t agree with people who say there are too many children in India?”
A:  ”I do not agree because God always provides.  He provides for the flowers and the birds, for everything in the world that he has created.   And those little children are his life.  There can never be enough.”
Perhaps there is another opinion:
Poor-Children
God obviously does not provide for every animal and plant.  Nor every person.  Species go extinct.  Animals starve to death from competition in the wild.  Plants whither and die in drought.  People suffer and starve.  This woman dedicated her life to helping the poor.  Her help included spreading religion and an anti-birth control message.  She may have fed the poor but also helped to create more poverty.
Our society has brought us unprecedented wealth through our growth in technology.  It has also wrought great poverty in underdeveloped societies.  Charity is a temporary fix to a growing problem.  It is the basic human rights of life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness that should be granted to all people.  Instead, billions of people are unable to pursue these goals because they don’t have their basic needs met.  They don’t have food, shelter, drinking water, medicine, or sanitation.  I therefore urge you to give whatever you can in charity, but I also urge you more importantly to promote the development of mankind worldwide so that people can have not just the opportunity to survive, but to thrive.

Thursday, December 27, 2012

if ya go down to the woods today ~




here's the link;
http://www.mustrad.org.uk/articles/pontecaf.htm

Il carnevale della Valle del Caffaro: Carnevale Bagosso - IL CAMMINO DEL...

                  

Tuesday, December 25, 2012

bandit-country~

gone to Corsica, to see my brother..Merry-Crimbo!


Sunday, December 23, 2012

clouds ~

one day, I'll fly away!



mont saint-michel _ 

all cried out ~



my beautiful friend has left the building..good-nite Baby..I will miss U..much love _ JoHnny

Friday, December 21, 2012

as above, so below ~



At Camp Quest, the five-day "atheist summer camp" for children that ended on Friday, campers were challenged to prove that unicorns do not exist. It is to be hoped that the children did not spend too much time on a logical impossibility. It is much easier to prove that God cannot exist because He is a contradiction in terms. However, both God and the unicorn exist as ideas, and ideas, whether muddled or not, are real. The imagination of a child who was utterly unfamiliar with either God or the unicorn would be cruelly impoverished.
A clever child might argue that the unicorn could exist because it is no more absurd than the narwhal whale. The twisted tusk of the narwhal is what was supposed to grow from the head of the horse known as the unicorn. The centrepiece of a 15th-century Flemish mille-fleurs tapestry in the Victoria and Albert Museum is a unicorn, with a horn exactly like that: a narwhal tusk projects from its forehead, and a heavy tail with flukes, like a whale's, flourishes above its back. The background is studded with symmetrically placed flowering plants, plus the odd exotic game bird. I would give much to know what the tapestried picture means. Are all the featured creatures imaginary? Is the invented world of human fantasy here presented as superior to reality? Without knowing more about the idea of the unicorn, there is no way I can know what I am looking at.
A horse with a horn is not a contradiction in terms, unless I define a horse as a hornless creature. It makes no odds that a horse has no need of a horn. The narwhal does nothing with its "horn", which isn't even a secondary sexual characteristic because some females have them as well as males. The tusk is actually an overgrown incisor tooth. In theory, horses, too, could start growing a tooth into a tusk and then into a horn. Rhinoceroses have single horns made of modified hair; the mane of a horse could one day develop into a kind of horn. It hasn't happened – as far as we know – but no evolutionist should discount the possibility.
What cannot be decided is whether the designers of unicorn tapestries, and there are many such, thought the beasts existed somewhere on earth. Some cross-fertilisation of faith with imagination would have been needed to generate the collective energy that produced the tapestry sequences of the late 15th century. The most famous of these is the seven-piece sequence of La Chasse à la Licorne in the Cloisters Museum in New York, which was made in Brussels or Liège between 1495 and 1500. The seventh tapestry, La Licorne Captive – which shows the unicorn, bloody but serene, resting in a circular corral set in a field of a thousand flowers – has inspired thousands of needlework kits and millions of tea-towels, posters and wall plaques.
Humans have imagined unicorns since antiquity. The earliest natural histories describe a one-horned, hard-hoofed, horselike creature, which gradually finds its way into bestiaries as the unicorn. In the 12th-century Bestiaire of Philippe de Thaon, the unicorn is represented as a female; it is attracted by the perfume released when a virgin exposes her nipple, and falls asleep by her side. A Strasbourg tapestry in the museum at Basle shows a bare-breasted virgin with flowing hair and a unicorn in her lap, caressing its mane and horn. The gender of the unicorn remains mysterious. Pisanello's medal of Cecilia Gonzaga (1447) and Annibale Carracci's design for Domenichino's fresco of the Maiden and the Unicorn in the Palazzo Farnese (1604) both celebrate the power of maidenly modesty to subdue animal lust.
For centuries, Vikings trading in Europe sold narwhal tusk as unicorn horn. It was believed to possess the magic properties of neutralising poisons and curing melancholy, and fetched a price by weight higher than gold. There are unicorns in the English Bible of 1560, and in the Authorised Version of 1611 that replaced it, apparently because of a misconstruction of the Aramaic for "wild ox", which was remarkable for size and strength but would not be tamed to the plough. The Scottish royal coat of arms was upheld by two unicorns, of which one was imported to the British crest when James I ascended the throne in 1603.
The counterpoising of the lion with the unicorn is a feature of the second most famous tapestry sequence to survive: the six-piece allegory of La Dame à la Licorne in the Musée de Cluny. In three of the six panels, the lion and the unicorn function as bearers holding pennants, the lion on the lady's right, the unicorn on her left, just as for the royal coat of arms.
We cannot now read the story told in La Dame à la Licorne or La Chasse à la Licorne. We have lost the rules of those iconographic games and replaced them with fantasy embodiments that are far cruder and nastier than the snow-white horse with the horn, the goat's beard, the cloven hoofs and the lion's tail.

take your finger off the trigger ~


Leon Trotsky“The end may justify the means as long as there is something that justifies the end.”
― Leon Trotsky

Slim Pickens in Dr. Strangelove..all the way to hell ~

                    






Innocent Blood ~



Man!! You Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle 
Innocent blood shed down there
Way down inna Babylon yeah!!
Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle 
Innocent blood shed down there
Hear something, yeah!
One year after slavery, the people were all suffering from small pox
George William Gordon was in justice of the peace at Morant Bay during that time
So he sent abroad for some of his doctors friends to come and minister unto them
To see what they could do, Oh!
And because he did such a good, they catch him and hanged him on bringle Cotton tree
Oh!! Man if you tink I a lie a tell; take a look upon the 10 Dollar bill, Oh!
There you can see with his neck wrapped off
When he was hanged with his eye glass on (Jah know oh!!)
Man! You Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle
Innocent blood shed down there
Listen to what I’m saying
Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle 
Innocent blood shed down there
Paul Boggle walked from Spanish Town to Stonnie Gut for the justice of black mankind, Oh Oh!
Nine men and himself maintained, when he reached to Spanish Town they refused to hear what he was saying
So they walked away and say; Come on! Let’s form our own Government
Then straight after that you could see where the rebellion, Rebellion start
Oh!! Hear what I say
Man!! You Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle 
Innocent blood shed down there
Don’t believe I, believe in history book, it say
Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle 
Innocent blood shed down there
You’ve to forgive but not to forget
Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle, Tink a likkle
Innocent blood shed down there

Thursday, December 20, 2012

ode to the nonce ~



Sir Jimmy Savile, the ‘Top of the Pops’ DJ, lured star-struck girls
To his dressing room, and crudely demanded, ‘Give me head!’
As certain sixties musicians took part in his BBC orgies
The wildest rumours spread despite his being dead.
On seeing photos of sixties pop stars people now wonder,
‘Did you ever perform at the BBC?
Did you ever have underage girls throw themselves at you, and think,
“Who cares how old they are? Relax. It’s free.”’
A bit of dope in the dressing room and it seems they were yours
All for a signed photo or two.
They’d like to boast in the playground they’d met your band
And you… you were curious to find out what they could do.
‘We never asked for their birth certificates’, one pop star said –
One who was caught up in the media shit-storm –
So, with no way of knowing she was thirteen, he’s in the clear
For ‘if everyone’s at it, then it’s the norm.’
‘Better close the door, babe. We don’t want anyone seeing
You licking my lolly on ‘Top of the Pops’.
You’ll do all four of us, won’t you? Then I’ll make sure you’re on telly –
Shh. Say nothing. Or someone’ll call the cops.’
The Beatles, the Stones, the Who and Gary Glitter
Now look like child-molesters and nonces.
Once the Pink Fairies, the Pink Floyds, and the Pretty Things looked pretty,
Instead of washed-up corporate ponces –

Assata Shakur wishes ya a Happy Xmas ~



                        

act two _



Tuesday, December 18, 2012

I'm younger than that now ~



  
“It takes a very long time to become young.” 
― Pablo Picasso

Monday, December 17, 2012

the view from main street ~


When fascism comes to America, it will be wrapped in the flag and carrying the cross.” 
― Sinclair Lewis

Sunday, December 16, 2012

with the ledge of my hand ~



Well, I stand up next to a mountain 
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand 
Yeah 
Well, I stand up next to a mountain 
And I chop it down with the edge of my hand 
Well, I pick up all the pieces and make an island 
Might even raise a little sand 
'cause I'm a voodoo child 
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child baby 
I want to say one more last thing 
I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time 
I'll give it right back to ya one of these days 
Hahaha 
I said I didn't mean to take up all your sweet time 
I'll give it right back one of these days 
Oh yeah 
If I don't meet you no more in this world then uh 
I'll meet ya on the next one 
And don't be late 
Don't be late 
'cause I'm a voodoo child voodoo child 
Lord knows I'm a voodoo child 
Hey hey hey 
I'm a voodoo child baby 
I don't take no for an answer 
..??

Pan Magazine ~



Joey ~

before the fire-storm ~

Die Sünde ist weiblich III

                     sin is female, if ya need to know!

            

just lookin' ~

                                            ..sin..

check the link; http://franz_von_stuck.tripod.com/

Saturday, December 15, 2012

beatnilk ~




Augustus John
Augustus John
  FLAMBOYANT bohemian artist Augustus John was recognised first for his brilliant figure drawings, and then for a new technique of oil sketching.
His work was favourably compared in London with that of Gauguin and Matisse.
And now to commemorate the 50th anniversary of the Pembrokeshire-born painter’s death, events are taking place to celebrating the work of one of Wales’s most prominent artists.
John developed a style of portraiture that was imaginative and often extravagant, catching an instantaneous attitude in his subjects. And in recognition of this, award-winning television director Tristan de Vere Cole – supposedly one of John’s many illegitimate children – was the keynote speaker at a special evening this week organised by Chapters, the National Library of Wales’ patron scheme entitled Augustus John: A Personal Reminiscence.
The Tristan de Vere Cole Manuscripts, which consist of letters and related papers relating to Augustus John and his wife and subject Dorelia McNeill are housed at the National Library of Wales.
A spokesman for the National Library said: “Considered one of the most talented artists of his generation, John was well known in the early 20th century for his drawings and etchings.
“However, the bulk of his later work consisted of portraits, and he painted many distinguished contemporaries such as TE Lawrence, Thomas Hardy and WB Yeats.”
Born in Tenby in 1878, Augustus Edwin John was the third of four children in the John family.
He attended the Slade School of Art in London between 1894-99, and was joined there a year later by his older sister Gwen.
The pair shared lodgings during their time at the school.
In 1897, John suffered a serious head injury while diving into the sea which led to a change in his character, and critics have argued, resulted in the stimulation of his artistic growth.
In 1900 John married Ida Nettleship and they had five children together.
Ida died tragically young aged 30 in 1907 and he soon after married long time mistress Dorothy “Dorelia” McNeill.
The artist enjoyed a bohemian lifestyle, and was deeply influenced by the Romany tradition, lifestyle and language; he spent time travelling with gypsy caravans in Wales, Dorset and Ireland.
He led a promiscuous lifestyle, entertaining many affairs and expanding his celebrity circle of friends. It was rumoured that he’d fathered 100 children.
The National Portrait Gallery in London has also marked the 50th anniversary of the death of John with a new display of portraits of the artist.
A spokesman for the gallery said: “He was regarded as an outstanding painter and a brilliant draughtsman.
“He was associated with the New English Art Club and the Camden Town Group but remained largely independent from artistic trends and movements.
“By the 1920s he was the leading portraitist of his day whose sitters included many of his most distinguished contemporaries such as George Bernard Shaw and TE Lawrence. Alongside these achievements his lifestyle epitomised that of the bohemian artist, a reputation bolstered by his fascination with Romany culture.”
Though well known and celebrated in the earlier part of his career for his brilliant figure drawings and oil sketching, by the 1920s Augustus was the leading society portrait artist in Britain.
He lived out the last years of his life with McNeill in Dorset, having travelled widely in his lifetime to Europe, America and Jamaica.
And The King of Bohemia died in 1961 at the age of 83.
The portraits on display at the National Gallery draw from its own collection and include photographs by Alvin Coburn, Howard Coster, Bill Brandt, Yousuf Karsh, Norman Parkinson, Ida Kar and Cecil Beaton.
The exhibition spans John’s life and charts his early career, relationships, his fascination with Romany culture and his success and reputation as an artist.
A spokesman for the gallery added: “John was really the domesticated Lucian Freud of his day, nine children from his lifelong ménage-a-trois with wife Ida Nettleship and muse Dorelia.”


                

Bryan Talbot on the delights of breakfast ~



Listen, boy, just ask the chef to make me a proper Full English Breakfast.
You know, bacon, fried eggs, sausages, liver, grilled mushrooms and tomatoes, black pudding, kidneys, baked beans, fried bread, toast and served with strong English mustard, mind - none of this effete French muck - and a large mug of hot, strong Indian tea.”
― Bryan TalbotGrandville


Friday, December 14, 2012

the Bummers Gang ~



 Operating in Auraria (now west Denver), Colorado, the Bummers Gang began "raiding" the town in the mid-1850's. Unlike other gangs of the wild west who were robbing banks, trains, and killing folks, this gang was a group of loafers and idlers who were guilty of a number of petty and minor crimes, hence the name "Bummers." Born of the gold rush in the nearby mountains, Denver had become a city bustling with boozers and losers and petty thieving had become a nightly occurrence. Clothes-lines were missing their linen, while farmer's wagons and market places were constantly relieved of their game and provisions. On January 30, 1860, the order-loving citizens had finally had enough after a countryman's wagon was robbed of a large number of turkeys. Suspicions were immediately fastened upon the squad of hard characters who so proudly called themselves the "Bummers." This sparked what would become known as the "Turkey War." A citizens committee determined that the guilty parties where Thomas Clemo, William Todd, alias Chuck-a-luck, William Harvey, and William Karl, alias Buckskin Bill. The Bummers, determined to fight back, marshaled their forces and began to parade the streets with guns and pistols in readiness for bloodthirsty work. In the evening, they began to halt peacable citizens, threatening them with weapons, made talk of burning the town, and fired upon two of the witnesses who had pinpointed the thieves, though neither was hurt. A military company formed earlier in the month was called upon to guard the city during the night, preventing the Bummers from carrying out their threats. Another meeting was held by the citizens where a resolution was passed that several members of the Bummers Gang must leave the city, under threat of hanging. Those pinpointed all headed for parts unknown and the famous "Turkey War" ended and the pink possie was born…

hell among the trees ~


 Wyatt Earp, the legendary lawman most famous for the gunfight at the O.K. Corral in Arizona, grew up in the mid-1800s in places as diverse as Illinois, Missouri and California. His father, like so many others, unsuccessfully sought fortune and esteem in the new American West. As a young man, Wyatt alternately served as a lawman and ran afoul of the law for crimes such as theft and working in a bordello:

"On September 7, 1872, a police boat on the Illinois River intercepted a vessel that served as a floating casino and bordello. The Peoria Daily National Democrat reported on the seven men and six women taken into custody:

Some of the women are said to be good looking, but all appear to be terribly depraved. John Walton, the skipper of the boat, and Wyatt Earp, the Peoria bummer, were each fined $43.15. . . . Sarah Earp, alias Sally Heckell, calls herself the wife of Wyatt.

"Sally Heckell was probably the teen-aged daughter of bordello operator Jane Haspel --the last names are similar, and frontier newspapers were notoriously inaccurate in their identifications. Jane had a child named Sarah, and probably brought the girl into the family business. In the summer and fall of 1872, Wyatt Earp was twenty-three and certainly not ready to give up women despite the loss of his [first] wife a year earlier. Upper-class men, even on the frontier, would not have stooped to any kind of an open relationship with a young prostitute, but Wyatt wasn't in any sense upper-class. Women in the West were scarce. You took what you could get, and since Wyatt was working in brothels it was natural that his possible selections were mostly limited to the women he met there. ...

"Wyatt had been in Peoria long enough to develop a bad reputation. Being described as a 'bummer' in the local press had considerable negative connotations. Bummers were worse than tramps; they were men of poor character who were also chronic lawbreakers. Communities were well rid of them when they moved on. Wyatt did, but it's important to place his problems in Peoria, Van Buren, and Lamar in perspective. Wyatt broke jail in Van Buren and fled from theft charges in Lamar. In Peoria, he not only worked in whorehouses, he kept coming back to the job after being arrested, fined, and even serving a short jail term. But many men on the frontier had youthful brushes with the law. Skimming small sums of public money was almost expected of lawmen and tax collectors in small Western communities. It was an unwritten perk. Horse theft was a serious crime, but rarely to the 'string 'em up' extent popularized in dime novels. Though most frontier men didn't work in bordellos, many of them at least visited. One of the attractions of the West was that it was possible to make mistakes, and, in moving on, move beyond them.

"[Three years later in Wichita, Kansas, marshal Mike Meagher hired Wyatt as a deputy]. Meagher probably didn't know about Wyatt's recent problems with the law in Missouri, Arkansas, and Illinois, but if he did he would not have cared. Few frontier lawmen had clean records; the idea was that men who'd broken laws themselves would understand best how to prevent others from doing the same. Wyatt's salary was $60 a month, plus another dollar or two for each arrest he made. That sounds more lucrative than it really was. Wichita deputies only arrested Texas drovers as a last resort. The drovers couldn't spend their money from a cell.

"New deputy Earp spent most of his time performing menial tasks. He functioned as the Wichita Animal Control Department, collecting dead animals from city streets. Deputy Earp enforced building codes, checking chimneys and repairing wooden slat sidewalks. He collected licensing fees, disguised as fines to gratify the town's religious element, from saloonkeepers and whorehouse madams like his sister-in-law Bessie. Despite Wyatt later telling John Flood that he was 'in charge of the mounted police in Wichita' --Wichita had no mounted police, unless the marshal or a deputy happened to be on horseback -- he was a flunky. But he was a flunky with a badge, and that was a start. And, soon, Wyatt had his own reputation around town. When Texans had to be subdued but not arrested, he cooled them down with whacks on the head with the barrel of his gun. 'Buffaloing' was a routine tactic for frontier lawmen, and Wyatt excelled."

Thursday, December 13, 2012

burundanga ~


wot's the connection between the 'angel's-trumpet' & the devil's breath..??


Wednesday, December 12, 2012

Ravi Shankar Raga Parameshwari

                            mustn't grumble ~

            

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

a chaste maid in Cheapside ~

Maid
Throw down your doctor's drugs,
They're all but heretics; I bring certain remedy
That has been taught, and proved, and never failed.


notes;

undlets: casks
think's: think it is
paradise: with the sexual innuendo (paradise = vagina)
dye...heirs: i.e., by cheating spendthrift country heirs; cf. Michaelmas Term
night-piece: a printing depicting a night scene, but here a "painted" mistress or bedfellow
[fret]: frets (Q). 1) the emotional stress that broke the strings with which the hart was supposed to have been braced, 2) a ring on the fingerboard of a stringed instrument which regulates fingering. Hamlet makes the same pun.
La dildo: a chorus refrain, with the sexual innuendo
a-singing in his head: a reference to the cuckold's horns; cf. Women Beware Women IV.ii.
work: sexual activity
Negatur argumentum: I deny your argument.
peep: pip, degree; pips were the spots on playing cards.
Put on: I.e., put on your hat, which Allwit has taken off in deference.
marrow melts: i.e., by the heat of his jealousy
forfeited lordships: a jibe at the low value of knighthood. Almost immediately after he was crowned, James I began conferring many new knighthoods, considered lavish and undiscriminating by those who felt that these "carpet knights" cheapened the rank.
[Wat]: 1 Boy (Q)
God-den: Good evening
[Nick]: 2 Boy (Q)
legs: bow; cf. The Revenger's Tragedy IV.ii, "makes legs"
heavy: 1) sad, 2) with child
calf: fool; Brissenden sees a subtle irony in mooncalf = false pregnancy
II.i.
[prudent'st]: prudents (Q)
bloods: sexual desires
Life: By God's life; an act of 1606 forbade mentioning the name of God on stage
drinkings abroad: affairs with other women
gear: 1) business, 2) genitals
want: lack
set: match or game, as in tennis
approves: proves
The feast...estate.: cf. The Phoenix II.ii; No Wit, No Help Like a Woman's V.i, Women Beware Women I.iii, III.i.
sing: have sexual intercourse
more words than one to a bargain: more to say about the matter, i.e., they are not used to becoming pregnant after just one sexual encounter.
lay in: brought to bed with child
progress: annual royal visit to various parts of the country
Snaphance: flintlock igniting the touchwood (see note on touchwood)
certificate: here, a certificate of chastity
churchwardens: businessmen appointed to fine those who had not paid their religious obligations and to collect the poor tax, among other duties
in pickle: 1) in reserve, like pickled vegetables, 2) poxed
mutton: whore
nail: 1) a cloth measure of 2", 2) syphilitics' children sometimes were born without nails, hence the Wench's reply
Without my belly: without true desire; cf. Touchwood Junior's "sharp-set stomach" in I.i.
ware: slang for the female genitals, often used by Middleton; cf. The Family of Love II.i; The Roaring Girl II.i, IV.ii; and No Wit, No Help Like a Woman's I.i.
ride: be carted as a whore through the streets to prison
Setting apart: except for
calf's head: fool
strangely: extremely, i.e., I've been looking hard for you.
Cud's foot: a corruption of "God's foot!"; cf. The Phoenix V.i, "Cuds me."
Exit [with Touchwood Senior].: Parker points out the apparent inconsistency between Touchwood Senior not staying to hear about the Kixes's infertility problem and the Maid's entering soon after with the plot for him to cheat Sir Oliver. Although T.S. need not exit until after he learns of the Kixes's problem, the (Q) consistently substitutes "Exit" for "Exeunt."
cut: 1) setback, 2) female genitals, 3) gelding
cannot do withal: cannot help it, with the sexual innuendo
bating: diminishing
Bridewells: Originally a palace given by Edward VI as a workhouse for the poor, Bridewell had degenerated into a prison for prostitutes. Below, an early 19th-century imaginary reconstruction of Bridewell Palace c. 1660, showing the entrance to the Fleet River.

Monday, December 10, 2012

Got To Dance My Way To Heaven - Jessie Matthews (1936)

                

card-sharp _

don't wait up...

drinks..?? conversation seemed to be getting rather difficult _

Sunday, December 9, 2012

burn out wreck of a man ~

             if it wasn't for bad luck, I'll have no luck at all _

           

on the north side of town ~

   ..I  am dancing  with the best looking woman in the room _

              

family dogg ~

tales from the Red-Dog Saloon _

 Alton Kelley

AAlton Kelley was raised in Connecticut, where his father worked for Chance Vought, building the Corsair—a navy fighter plane. As a kid, Kelley always drew pictures, but his passion was cars—pin striping, and the hot-rod world. He went to art school at the Philadelphia Museum and College of Art with an interest in industrial design. Then in 1959, Kelley hitchhiked to San Francisco to see the North Beach Beat Scene, the poets, the Co-existence Bagel Shop, and City Lights Bookshop. He traveled south to Los Angeles, then to Mexico. After returning to art school at the Art Students League in New York City for a brief time, Kelley went to work as a helicopter mechanic for Sikorsky Aircraft for two years, got laid off, then worked at a motorcycle shop. About that job Kelley said in an interview:
 “I came I worked there and I hated it. And I said. ‘Well, I'm gonna go back to California.’ . . . And that's how I met everybody on Pine Street. Bill Ham was my landlord . . . Mike Ferguson was living there, and Ellen Harmon and Luria Castell . . . And then these folks came down from Virginia City. They got the Charlatans to go up there, so we all went up there and worked on the Red Dog Saloon . . . spent the summer in Virginia City . . . Then, when we came back from Virginia City, we figured, . . . because we knew the bands were all playing together, the Charlatans and the Great Society and the Jefferson Airplane and Warlocks . . . so we figured we'd just start throwing some dances . . .”
 Alton Kelley, Jack Towle, Ellen Harmon, and Luria Castell became the first four people in the Family Dog Collective. Kelley thought up the name “because we had a building . . . everybody in the building had dogs and the original family dog was a Rhodesian ridgeback named "Animal" . . . so it just sort of came natural, so it was the "Family Dog."
 Ralph Gleason, music critic at the San Francisco Chronicle, recalled when Family Dog members Castell, Harmon, and Kelley came to see him in 1965, "San Francisco can be the new Liverpool," Castell told Gleason. Then permits were secured for October 16 at Longshoreman's Hall. Bands were enlisted, handbills were drawn by Kelley and printed by Joe Buchwald, Marty Balin’s father. When Gleason arrived at the hall he observed that everyone appeared to be going to a costume party. He described men dressed as characters out of the Old West, longhaired girls in longer dresses. There were “riverboat gamblers” and “mining camp desperados,” black leather, and brown buckskin. Inside, the scene was even more colorful. The crowd, Gleason reported, danced wildly all night as the bands played. The light show pulsated to the beat of the music. “It was orgiastic and spontaneous and completely free-form,” Gleason wrote.
 Although he had designed the flyers advertising the original Family Dog shows, Kelley lacked drafting ability. When he met Stanley Mouse there was an instant connection.  The two formed Mouse Studios and Kelley's drawing skills improved so that he would be working left-handed on one side of the easel with Mouse on the other. “He had the most impeccable taste of anybody I knew,” said Mouse. “He would do the layouts, and I would do the drawing.” They worked together steadily for 15 years and on and off thereafter. Their Mouse Studios was located in a converted Lower Haight district firehouse where Janis Joplin first rehearsed with Big Brother & The Holding Company. They also opened a store called Pacific Ocean Trading Company (POT Co.).

skull & roses ~

before Alton Kelley & Stanley Mouse got their grubby hands on Edmund J. Sullivan's work for the Grateful Dead's 'skull & roses' poster..no one was any the wiser _



ziderheads ~

  pukka  'scrump' zider comes in large plastic containers..iss mint!
                                                                                                                                                             don't be fooled..stick those smart small bottles, where the sun don't shine!



btw; have yourself, a Merry Little Christmas..zider I up landlord _

Saturday, December 8, 2012

Ms Faithfull ~




Ute Lemper - Pirate Jenny - Live



Ahh you people can watch while i'm scrubbing these floors
And i'm scrubbing these floors while you're gawking
Maybe once you tip me and it makes you feel swell
In this crummy southern town
In this pit of hotel
But you'll never guess to who you're talking
No
You'll never guess to who you're talking

Then one night there's a scream in the night
And you wonder: 'who could that have been ?'
And you see me kind of grinning while i'm scrubbing
And you say 'what she got to grin ?'
I'll tell ya
There's a ship
The black freighter
With a skull on it's mast-head
Will be coming in

You gentlemen say: 'hey gal, finish them floors
What's wrong with you ? earn your keep here'
You toss me your tips and look to the ships
But i'm counting your heads as i'm making the beds
'cause there's nobody gonna sleep here tonight
No
Nobody
No-one
No-one

Then one night there's a scream in the night
And you say: 'who's that kicking up a row?'
And you see me kinda staring out the window
And you say: 'what she got to stare at now ?'
I'll tell ya
There's a ship
The black freighter
Turns around in the harbour
Shooting guns from her bow

Well you gentlemen can wipe those smiles off your face
'cause every building in town is a flat one
This whole frigging place will be down to the ground
Only this cheap hotel standing up, safe and sound
And you yell: 'why do they spare that one ?
'why?
'why the hell do they spare that one ?'

All the night through with the noise and to do
And you wonder: 'who is that person that lives up there ?'
And you see me stepping out in the morning
Looking fine with a ribbon in my hair
Well just look at me now
And a ship
The black freighter
Runs a flag up it's mast-head
And a cheer rings the air. hey!

My ??? on the dock is a swarming with men
Coming out from the ghostly freighter
They're moving in the shadows where no-one can see
And they're chaining up people
And delivering 'em to me
Asking me: 'kill them now or later ?'
Asking me: 'kill them now or later ?'

Noon by the clock and so still at the dock
You can hear a fog horn miles away
And in that quiet of death i'll say:
'right now !'
'right now !'
And they pile up the bodies
And i'll say: 'that'll learn you.
That'll learn you.'

And the ship
The black freighter
Disappears out to sea
And
On
It
Is
           Me !