Ow, my everything.
Well, we did it again it seems.
Oh, and for good measure, my own personal staff;
A bit lackluster, but due to things out of my control, I didn’t start until mid-day.
I’ll do better next time.
While my body is wrecked, there is comfort in numbers… I hate it when people say ‘literally’, but I realize a Wizard Staff Day is literally one of the stupidest things that could be conceived of. Literally. There is nothing about it that doesn’t drip with dumbness. But knowing that there are enough other people who don’t mind putting their egos on the shelf, and publicly acting out in such a ridiculous manner, makes me feel like we’re all on one big, loving and super retarded team.
I hope everybody had a good time, and nobody got hurt and everyone remembered to hydrate before they fell asleep and nobody barfed up a bunch of carne asada in the morning that they ate right before they fell asleep.
Gypsy looked in a search-a-ma-gig and found even a few more images;
Good job. All an artist can hope for is to be heard, and for their work to live on long after they are gone. (well, that, and maybe to get paid…)
Based on this, you are truly a successful artist;
1) Absolutely anything can be passed off as ‘art’.
2) Gypsy needs to charge his phone.
Anyway, if you sitting out there reading these words have some images from this weekend’s debauchery you’d like to share, I would most certainly be receptive. Please do me the kindness and email them to me at stevil(at)allhailtheblackmarket(dot)com.
As always, let’s never do it again until next year, and I thank you for the time and consideration on this matter.
In other topics, SHUTUPBRIANQUINN attended the previously mentioned show of photos by Anthony Tafuro of The Barrier Kult;
DO YOU REMEMBER THE RECORD ‘EVERYBODY LOOKS GOOD IN A HELMET’ BY WITCHEYPOO?…DONT WORRY, I BARELY DO EITHER, IT’S NOT A GREAT RECORD, BUT THAT TITLE ALWAYS STUCK WITH ME, MOSTLY BECAUSE NOBODY LOOKS GOOD IN A HELMET. HOWEVER, I AM OF THE OPINION THAT EVERYONE LOOKS REALLY GOOD IN A SKI MASK.
SO IF YOU TAKE SKI MASKS….ADD VINTAGE SKATEBOARDS, BLACK METAL, KNIVES, FIRE, DIY SKATESPOTS, CRYPTIC ALIASES AND THE RITUALISTIC DESTRUCTION OF BARELY SKATEABLE TRANSITION, YOU HAVE BARRIER KULT.
THURSDAY NIGHT I PEDALED MY WAY TO WILLIAMSBURG TO SEE A SHOW OF BARRIER KULT PHOTOS TAKEN BY ANTHONY TAFURO;
I CAN GET INTO A BUNCH OF ART MUMBO JUMBO HERE, AND MAYBE VALDIATE THE ART HISTORY DEGREE I GOT ALMOST TWENTY YEARS AGO…AND THAT I AM SADLY STILL PAYING FOR, BUT I WONT DO THAT. IF YOU’RE IN NYC GO TO THE GALLERY OR GO BUY THE BOOK, OR DO BOTH…..OR DO NEITHER AND GO SKATE A CURB.
I would really like to have attended that. Since I couldn’t get myself to New York, I’m working diligently to bring New York to me. Keep eyes peeled.
In a convoluted and meandering way however, I would like to mention one thing about that final image right up there.
Remember back in October when I went to New York to look art some art myself?
I even made an Instagram post about the proper way of looking at art;
Well, I’d just like to point out that that woman in the final image of SHUTUPBRIANQUINN’S set;
-Has art-looking-at game that’s point.
Finally, and unrelated to everything, I got a nice email from Murph;
Hope you’re keeping it trim. Whatever that means.
I saw a guy wearing this hat the other day and I said, “you must be a fan of Steve’s.” Looking confused, I clarified and said, “I mean, Stevil.” To which he had no response. He was also eating a hamburger at the time and was probably focused on that. With a mouth full of meat he replied, “Nah, my buddy gave it to me for being awesome.” I said, “great!” and then lit him on fire before I left–considering he’s a stuntman and all I figured he’d know what to do.
There you go. You’re that famous that people now wear your gear without any idea what All Hail the Black Market is. Congratulations.
I’m honored beyond description. I hope to one day be the FuBu of the bike blog douchebag (same diff) set;
AHTBM’s trip is kinda like that, but less shiny, and puffy, and embroidered.
Now if you’ll excuse me, the taste of death in my mouth, the ringing in my ears is beckoning, and the cruel mistress of dehydration mustn’t be kept waiting.
Only 51 weeks, 4 days and 17 hours to recover and “train up” for next year. Thanks for helping to keep the universe a weirder place Stevil.
While in this stupid back brace from trying my best to hold on whilst (kid/sorta) raging on a mountain bike a few weeks ago (…wait, you are already well aware of that story), and watching everyone else crush this summer on bikes outside my window, your blog keeps me feeling warm and fuzzy… as if I was out in the nice warm sun with them and sitting on a flokati-covered banana seat. K, thank you Stevevil.
Let’s just scratch 2015 off the list. 2016’s gonna be better because we got a lot of making up to do.
Looking at the pictures, this jumped to mind…