so up above is the result of my first try at painting something (a 2010 christmas night project)…a reproduction of Stevie Wonder’s 1973 Innervisions album. actually, it’s my second, since about twenty minutes before starting this, i put the last red and green paint strokes on A Tribe Called Quest’s Low End Theory (though i need more black paint to touch up the background). i don’t really know anything about brush/stroke technique or mixing colors, so i’m surprised as hell that it wasn’t a complete disaster. it doesn’t quite look like Mr. Stevland Morris there on the left, but hopefully these canvas reproductions will get closer and closer as i go. my goal is to paint enough of my favorite album covers (at least those i have any hope of doing justice) to fill one of my bedroom walls. then maybe i’ll have gained enough confidence to try something original…
‘thank you’ to all of my creative friends who inspire me to tap into my own creativity, to the music that moves me (stevie!), and to my closest loved ones who give their time and open up their spaces so that we can create beautiful things together.
this week’s latest catch phrases, courtesy of ll:
“food wood“: n., unbridled excitement over the thought of an amazing meal. usage by females encouraged.
“bulgoguilt“: n., the remorse felt after last night’s korean bbq-induced meat coma. usually necessitates the consumption of nothing but salads and veggies for the next 4-5 days.
it’s been a Nick Drake kind of day…but more than that, this tune is kinda rhythmic in both sound and sense. Drake was one of the finest singer/songwriters that the UK ever produced, though he only put out three full length albums and wasn’t lauded in his own time. However, his legacy continues to grow, with many recent and current artists citing him as a deeply revered influence. This gem (all his songs were!) is from the seminal Five Leaves Left, his first record. And check out that diminished chord halfway through the intro progression…sigh [with the just-got-my-mind-blown face]! Enjoy 🙂
Saturday sun came early one morning
In a sky so clear and blue
Saturday sun came without warning
So no-one knew what to do
Saturday sun brought people and faces
That didn’t seem much in their day
But when I remembered those people and places
They were really too good in their way
In their way
In their way
Saturday sun won’t come and see me today
Think about stories with reason and rhyme
Circling through your brain
And think about people in their season and time
Returning again and again
But Saturday’s sun has turned to Sunday’s rain
So Sunday sat in the Saturday sun
and wept for a day gone by