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Memories from Dumpster Reading #6. Sycamore and Munger.

-Location: green dumpster behind 12 unit apartment complex.
-Some contents: diapers, stray beer cans and cereal boxes from torn open trash bags, oily rags, cardboard boxes, used prophylactics, bicycle chain, and some dried up tissues.
-Smell: nothing potent enough to unclog my sinuses.
-Audience: hippie looking dude in cowboy hat and homeless black guy who wanted the cans.
-Hippie jokes: 3.
-What I did: read six poems from "Ahora, tengo que ir..." and closed with a newly minted short story called, "When you get fucked at the Motel 6, you really get fucked at the Motel 6."
-Time: 23 minutes, 17 seconds.
-Talking with hippie guy:

Me: So, what's up ya hippie fuck?
Hippie: Not much. You Port-o-Reekin?
Me: I'm American.
Hippie: Oh. Me too.
Me: Yeah. Well, if you're a Mexican day laborer, you disguise yourself well.
Hippie: I'm not a hippie. I was born in '68.
Me: Look, if you don't have no thai stick or LSD or shit, you're wasting my time.
Hippie: Oh. So why you standing in the dumpster?
Me: It's a statement on artistry and a strong re-affirmation of the importance of the DIY ethic.
Hippie: No clue what yer talkin' about.
Me: It just means that I'm a cheeky fucker. I don't have a fuckin' book deal, and I don't roll 6-10 deep in some internet writing clique. Every artist I associate myself with I respect and would never want to emulate them or have them emulate me.
Hippie: Oh.
Me: You're really only like forty? Dude, you look sixty.
Hippie: I useta do drugs.
Me: I still do. Fuck me you look like shit. Best anti-drug abuse ad ever.

16th/Art Auction/Reading

 Ray Emceeing.

Me bartending.

Adam Strange reading.

Some cool artworks.

Me reading.

More arts.

Me reading again.

Adam Strange reading again.

We want, from the bottom of our drunken hearts, to thank Raymond Butler and Felicia Garcia and everyone who came out for the good time. On behalf of Adam Strange, as we both grew up in Oak Cliff, it was great being back in the 'hood again. Can't wait to do it again.

Cheap Tricks Redux

When my friend and Damned by Faint Praise contributor, and great artist in his own right, Robby Mexico heard about the Art Auction, he was inspired to draw this flyer. It's really cool, and it's appreciated.

Thanks Robby.

Text:

You. Come hither.

Me?

Yes, you. -- Listen closely. Art auction on January 16th. It's a Saturday. Mark your calendar. Free Food. Free Drinks. DJ sets and such. Be there... or be square.

Saturday, January 16th.

Oh no!

That poor, square bastard.

Sat/16th/Jan/2010: Cheap Tricks Art Auction

Good News!

On January 16th, The Peanut Gallery will be taking its show on the road-- as it always does-- to Oak Cliff for the Cheap Tricks Art Auction. This special event benefits the artists (all money made in auction will go directly to the artist), which is always good. Raymond Butler (Damned by Faint Praise's first "featured artist"), Felicia Garcia, and Jessica Terry (Damned by Faint Praise contributor) are behind this thing, and Adam Strange and myself are grateful to them for allowing us to be a part. The flyer says it all! Er... well... most of it, anyway.

We will be doing some select readings and getting to hang with some cool up-and-coming local artists.

More info here:

The Peanut Gallery

&

Here.

Right here.

On this blog.

So if you're in D-town and looking for a little culture: check it out!