Samantha said I should have my own blog and I took that as saying I shouldn't mess up our pretty little pink house of a website with my muddy boots called a brain. I said, "oh really, you mean I should get off my own bloody site and go live in a goddam trailer blog or something because we don't have a category for me? Actually she is kind of right, I can't really use GalleryBeat to arbitrarily express whatever crosses my mind. No, we're already vulcanized into some kind of Word Press box with a few categories, Old Beat, (That 90's Show) This is why this site exists in the first place, because Old Beat existed before people thought the internet is their latest yogi.
Now we make New GalleryBeat, (Webisodes) only it's about new stuff, with new people, new world, and is a new better looking version of Old Beat. I like it, since I basically made the new prototype, but it's the effort of a bunch of whipsnaps so they can go nuts their own way. They are actually much better at sticking to the category, but they haven't run into hardcore art yet, at least from the standpoint of no one to talk to, just the art. That'll be interesting. Old Beat had to riff on the art because there wasn't a room of people to talk to. We liked talking to the artists mostly, but anyone could bring in something we didn't know, or blow hot air until we found a gap and ran for it.
Then we lift articles from content makers (I believe they're called writers) and write our own spin on their content, and link it to the source. (Media Snatch) Now I really like this section, because if Jerry Saltz or someone that can really blow hot steaming gas does just that, then we can comment on said Awesome Personality Doth Pronounce , or just go for the material we find interesting. Mostly it's a mild form of astonishment that such articles exist at all. Tamara Weg and Amanda Miller have new material to post yesterday.
We have Dr. Lisa Levy, and well, you don't. You don't get it yet, but Dr Lisa is truly one of our acts that gets into the human brain and stirs the soup festering in the creative mind. It's fucking free therapy from a self-made shrink and damn if I don't have to sit in waiting room with the rest of you bozos. Free therapy isn't cheap, you wait in line, then you undress your mind and put on a little Freudian smock and maka issue poop, and Dr Lisa makes sense of it, or calls you on your bullshit, and that helps us all. You'll see, this stuff really works that Lisa does. She's kind of hot, too.
But that's snot all! We have artists in the studio listening to their inspirational tunes while they work. That is the dif. I worked inthe studio long enough to know the pure ecstatic wonder that happens in the studio. I'm going to get shit for this but you know what? Bring it on. You let me tape it, full well knowing I was taping and and you did it anyway. (even if I wasn't there in person) With Sean Landers, I set up the cam, and he did his thing while the cam ran. MY cam. My tape. His personal alluded property. Their choice of music and working methods. So sue me, I'm a GalleryBeatster and that is what we do. I'm istening to the "Allman Brothers Live at the Fillmore West", while writing this. I learned that whatever it is you do, keep the music in your heart, from my mentor, Phil Graham, God rest his Soul, which he had in spades.
Sam was right? You tell me. If you say I need my own blog - we'll see it on the funny pages.
Love you, (Walter Robinson, my other mentor and Charlie's boss, did the painting for me )
Paul
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11:38 am
Is that a Walter Robinson? More Tamara, Amanda, and Amy, less H-O!! In fact, less than zero H-O, he should be like John Forsythe on “Charlie’s Angels”, just phone in at the beginning of each episode. Why such a crack team is delaying their future artworld success by working for a doorstop like H-O is beyond me, but AT LEAST, we should be seeing more of, and nothing but, the TAMANDAMY TEAM. In fact, let’s rename the whole site THE TAMANDY TEAM and put H-O in the Oahu Senior Center where he can crochet jockstraps for his surfer boyfriends
11:49 am
ouch
1:29 pm
Good luck on your stuff. Too many doctors as it is for some of us. Wish I could work with you!
1:59 pm
Hi Eva, (I’ll get to Charlie in a sec)
Why don’t you send us some reportage from Portland? Video would be great and we welcome a fast blast from the important part of art scene – The World.
Much love to you, from your longtime friend, H-O.
Charlie mahn, you be stinkin’ up the joint with Category 3 force Finch fartz. So you”re the smartest guy in the room, eh? I think you’re off your meds and horndog what’s got no nooks in way long time. Why don’t you spend a few of those ancestral bucks on a hooker? I can take the jabs but when you diss the Hawaiian brotherhood, you in for a world of hurt.
Your loving fan, Paul
3:37 pm
see, dumb as a post
4:18 pm
A post being talked to by a rock wall.
1:56 am
Poor Lane Twitchell, a good friend of mine. Fire H-O!
12:15 pm
where is the public outpouring in support of H-O?
6:29 am
You can’t fire H-O ya tit. He IS G-Beat. Read (or better yet, watch) yr downtown history…before pronouncing on it. Gotta go.
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