“Best Friends” 8 May, 2005
“Best Friends” 8 May, 2005
To Garland on his Birthday:
Garland has been my rock for the better part of the last decade. When I reflect on all that I’ve been through, I know that I owe much of who I am and where I am today to his unwavering friendship and support. Over the last few years I have watched his career grow from the days when his writing had very limited outlets, to the present day where you will find his thoughts and observations on several of the internet’s most well-respected socio-political sites.
Tomorrow is my 28th birthday.
I wrote a list of 7 British Television shows that are streaming on Netflix that you might enjoy.
And now I need to get out of my pajamas and put on real clothing.
And then maybe try to write something. IF I WANT.
Various original early editions of Howl by Allen Ginsberg at The Beat Museum - North Beach, San Francisco
Buh. I wish these were on display at City Lights instead.
I know the two buildings are close neighbors in North Beach, but last time I was in the Beat Museum, there were posters up promoting an Ed Hardy “art show” & the “curator” was trying to convince me that shitty, bro tattoo templates are of the same quality as the greatest poetry collection published in the United States? … ‘Scuse me, get the fuck out.
I hope they fired that motherfucker.
Now, I clearly don’t know exactly whatever that dude was trying to tell you and for all I know, he was legitimately a super bro who doesn’t know his ass from his elbow let alone the reasons why Howl is ultimately way cooler than Ed Hardy. But as a denizen of North Beach who has gotten to know and is pretty involved with not only the art scene in the ‘hood, but the tattoo artists as well, I feel like I gotta defend my boy here. I can tell you whole-heartedly that Ed Hardy (the man himself, and his tattooing and art) is absolutely nothing like the Christian Audigier licensed bullshit that is what he’s become known for to the general public- he is, in his field, much like the beats were to writing in San Francisco; a pioneer and a pretty radical dude for his time who gave our city an awesome legacy of tattooing. And I have more than a sneaking suspicion that he is horrified at what has become his work and the fact that this is what he is mostly known for outside of the tattooing community.
I don’t want to invalidate you argument, because, yes, the Beat Museum is actually pretty much Jokes, but Ed Hardy is actually a cool dude, and I wish people knew him for more than the fact that he licensed his art to someone who makes awful, awful clothing.
AUGH, that makes it all the more sad. I can’t even begin to fathom how Ed feels now. Thanks for dropping that knowledge! I should have done my research before posting this.
Taking this a step further, yes Don Ed Hardy is a talented skin art veteran, and his lineage having worked with Norman Collins (Sailor Jerry) to me makes his status unquestionable. Horihide (Japanese tattoo master) is the godfather of body art and if Ed Hardy has his respect, then he will always have mine.
I have spoken ad nauseum about my feelings towards the names of these storied artists (who are now mostly associated with cheap liquor, and the Jersey Shore-esque demographic wearing loud shirts emblazoned by bastardizations of their designs as marketed by Christian Audigier.) From a business standpoint, it’s actually brilliant. I used to have to actually TALK to some people to determine if we’re going to get along. Now those people all wear a uniform like Amazonian insects who flash bright colored thoraxes to warn others of their poisonous nature.
As a San Franciscan, I can also say that I like the Beat Museum from a purely subject-matter perspective, but no brick-and-mortar facility will every live up to the expectations of a Beat-enthusiast.
In other news, I was at the Strand Book store today and saw a first edition “Howl” for sale. If I had $3,000 and no need to eat for six months, it would be in my hands.
this will be me
all dayfor life ….just not as pretty.
“Summer Heights High” was an incredibly under appreciated show. It got minimal distribution outside of Australia, but I bought the DVDs, it’s brilliantly hilarious. I’ve heard the songs from the musical in the film turned into dance club beats!
Fist pump until I die, amirite?
Fist pump indeed! On the occasion of your birthday, and seeing as mine is tomorrow, I thought I’d share this photo with you from my friend Peter who runs Allen’s estate in NYC. It’s Allen on his last birthday, his 70th on June 3rd 1996.
This is the picture I’m taking to my tailor when I get my Donegal tweed made up.
Be sure to complete the look with the Nordic blond hairdo and pewter stein.
A lovely video from my friend Andrea Blunt.
Thank you Steve.