An Abstract Horse

What else can I say? All apologies!

The best sample ever

I've spent a ton of time today trying to find out how to get the rights to a song. It's from the thirties... you'd think it would be fair game by now. But no, copyright law is convoluted and ridiculously obstructive.

There are a ton of people that copyright shouldn't last so long, that fair game should be extended, some even saying that after its first outing, it should be up for grabs.

But you know what? I'm glad copyright exists in this way. It forces you to be creative, to not regurgitate something you heard... it forces you outside of the material and into your imagination, working against your memories.

Of course, if you really want something, you pay for it.

And the above video is the best example of copyright money used effectively.

MC Solaar's Noveau Western. Best sample ever used in a song. With translation! Learn French at lightning speed!

They Sleep on a Bed of Comics!

WIRED Magazine has a new feature up called "Secret Lives of Comic Store Employees." It is very bi-coastally biased (biased-coastal?) but being in New York, you get the trifecta of Jim Hanley's, MidTown and Forbidden Planet... as well as Gary Panter's daughter in Brooklyn's Cosmic Comics (who is hilarious! Who knew?!). Since San Francisco is weirdly devoid of good comic book stores (Berkeley wins in that catagory... sorry, bro) except for Al's Comics (Al rocks, FYI!) they end up in San Diego and San Jose.

It was pretty funny, a little repetitive, but ultimately really sweet and reaffirming. Oh, and the winner? Gary Beuchler! Him and his girl have matching pajama bottoms and SLEEP ON A BED OF COMICS!


Whoa!

PS, on the right side is a link to an interview with Alan Moore about his new League of Extraordinary Gentlemen book... which I'm so excited about because this is the one with the 60s league in it! Yay!


http://www.wired.com/culture/lifestyle/news/2009/02/comic_store_employees0227


picture copyright bryan derballa/Wired.com

Don't Think Twice (It's Alright)

I've finally let go of my acrylic ink. It was so sticky, clogging everything and ruining brushes. It caused me more heartache than a little black bottle should... but if I could sing that Dylan tune, I would. That ink and I had some beautiful times together. It just kind of wasted my precious time.

But don't think twice - it's alright.

WAKE THE FUCK UP

Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy - Language Of Violence


Fifteen years and you still don't get it?

Hercules and Love Affair