We made up ridiculous jokes; stopped smoking 20 times; fought; learned to hold our breath underwater; went to Africa; sang opera in elevators; made friends with unlikely people; followed each other on tour when we could; got a sweet piano-playing dog; shared a house that was separate from our own places; protected and loved each other.
“I have never seen an expression as full of wonder as Lou’s as he died. His hands were doing the water-flowing 21-form of tai chi. His eyes were wide open. I was holding in my arms the person I loved the most in the world, and talking to him as he died. His heart stopped. He wasn’t afraid. I had gotten to walk with him to the end of the world. Life – so beautiful, painful and dazzling – does not get better than that. And death? I believe that the purpose of death is the release of love.”
Good god, more tears.
Finished up this commissioned piece from my Fire in July series and put it in the mail. So great to collaborate with someone and create a piece we can both get really excited about.
Archival inkjet print matte laminated to masonite
Small tiles 12”x13”
large tiles 12”x18”
Oh whoa, that is cool.
It’s hard to watch a band play a set that’s marred with ‘technical difficulties.’ It’s even harder when it’s unclear what they are. One imagines that Kevin Shields, beings so devoted to tone, must be more frustrated than most people when his shit doesn’t work.
So yes, it is hard to watch a dude wait for sound to come out of his guitar and look like a 15 year old in front of a huge group of people. It’s also hard, after that, to shake the feeling that he’d rather be elsewhere.
But also, not all silences need be filled. Yes, at tonight’s My Bloody Valentine show, there were probably more awkward pauses than usual. But wow did I forget how shitty crowds at big venues in Chicago are. “I love you Bilinda!” and endless catcall-whistles. “Play a Dsus7!” More catcalls. “Tell a joke!” Bilinda told a knock-knock joke. Clapping. “Bilinda you are so beautiful!” Clap clap clap. Whistle.
It’s gross. I guess going to pretty much exclusively house shows these days has left me ignorant of what going to concerts like these are like. Suddenly I understand Savages rules about cell phones. It’s out of control, and I feel really old saying that.
But then the guy in front of me pulled out his cellphone and started checking his fucking Facebook in the middle of a song. He then updated his status— “Blinda Butcher has matching red and green sparkly guitars.” Yes, dude. She does. I’m pretty sure that could have waited.
Look, I understand— you want to take a bit of the show home with you. That’s fine. But our screens are bigger and brighter and more of a hindrance to every human being around. So, like, wait a minute. If you don’t remember your cool status update idea when you get out of the show, then it probably wasn’t worth updating.
And that’s what I’m remembering about tonight. Kevin Shields looking like he hates me and some douchebag’s facebook. But that kind of sums up how I felt about the show. Whenever the band played without a click track, it was searing, scintillating, alive. It was feral! The loudness worked in their favor.
But for so often they played to a click, and it had a strangely neutering effect on the band. It wasn’t interesting to watch these people make these (still!) alien sounds anymore. It was just listening to the record really, really loud (“To Here Knows When” is still an exception. The sound of that song will and should forever be a mystery).
And yes, it was loud. Very loud. The earbuds they give you at the beginning seem like a joke, but they’re absolutely necessary. And then Kevin says “this is our last song,” and you know they’re going to play “You Made Me Realize,” and you know the “holocaust” is coming, and you wait. And it happens, and your body hurts. And you go home.
It was really nice to hear a lot of these songs that I really like in concert. They opened with “Sometimes,” and it was beautiful. They played “Only Tomorrow,” my favorite new song, and it was really nice. “Only Shallow” was amazing. It was a totally fine show. I guess everything around the show wasn’t.
The con is over! Thanks to everyone who came and made it such a success!
Thank you everyone! This convention was absolutely amazing!
This was one of the most humbling and wonderful experiences ever. Seeing people enjoy the comics in person and in real time was so cool. Also, meeting new artists while saying “my booth is over there” was definitely a fun treat.
You can bet that we will do everything we can to make it back next year. In fact, now that we’ve been bitten by the convention bug, you can expect to see us at as many cons as we can get a table at! In fact you can see me at Anime Expo this coming year, though not as Pizza Day Comics. However, I might just bring some pizza day whatsits with me ;)
Thanks again, everyone! This was one of the coolest things we’ve ever done and it wouldn’t have been anywhere near as awesome WITHOUT YOU!
I’m basically going to echo everything Zoë’s said because it’s all true. It’s been extremely gratifying to see people break out into smiles and laughter over our work. I cannot wait to do this again!
HERE ARE YOUR NIGHTMARES FOR THIS EVENING
Peter Gabriel came over to my house for a quick bite to eat.
For Lou Reed
| October 31, 2013 - 2:15pm
To our neighbors:
What a beautiful fall! Everything shimmering and golden and all that incredible soft light. Water surrounding us.
Lou and I have spent a lot of time here in the past few years, and even though we’re city people this is our spiritual home.
Last week I promised Lou to get him out of the hospital and come home to Springs. And we made it!
Lou was a tai chi master and spent his last days here being happy and dazzled by the beauty and power and softness of nature. He died on Sunday morning looking at the trees and doing the famous 21 form of tai chi with just his musician hands moving through the air.
Lou was a prince and a fighter and I know his songs of the pain and beauty in the world will fill many people with the incredible joy he felt for life. Long live the beauty that comes down and through and onto all of us.
— Laurie Anderson
his loving wife and eternal friend