Archive for May, 2011

Stark tangle

Tuesday, May 31st, 2011
Random night flash, Minneapolis

Random night flash, Minneapolis

Still Dripping

Tuesday, May 31st, 2011

Skate Drip

Skate Drips

Monday, May 30th, 2011

Skate Drip

A gift from the wind

Wednesday, May 25th, 2011
 

 

I stepped out Karl’s door on Tuesday morning to retrace the steps I had made the previous day when I photographed all the Adept stickers I could find on the Minneapolis streets with a film camera that could not focus on them closely enough. I really should have done it with my digital, so I brought that instead for the do-over. I really like them (those stickers) and as I shot the first one on Lake Street I remember thinking (or wishing) that it would be sheer happiness to find one on the ground that I could keep, but in all the months and miles I’ve wandered the city making pictures I’ve only once found a scrap of decent sticker graffiti unstuck and loose on the sidewalk. They almost never fall off. They’re called stickers for a reason.

Adept draws his characters with a caligraphic pen and a steady hand that seems influenced by Robert Crumb, Robert Williams, and Lucy in her Sky with Diamonds. Many of them are balding lumpy old men. Some, I assume, are of real folks he knows. Others are freaked-out wrinkled monsters. Some are erotic. Some are cycloptic. None of them fail to intrigue.

Clearly, I am not the only soul wishing to keep one. Peelers have tried and failed. Miserably. They’re called stickers for a reason.

To calculate the incalcuable odds against me finding one loose and unstuck on the sidewalk at all, ever, let alone on the very day I wished for it – on a day that I chose to walk several miles to capture them all before the rain and the sun could destroy them – one would have to start at 50/50, because if it had been face down I would not have spotted it on the Lyndale Avenue sidewalk. It is missing a corner and appears to have been tramped on a few thousand times, but it is perfect nonetheless. And I was right. It was sheer happiness to find it.

Unintended collage

Tuesday, May 24th, 2011
Slow Poke tag, Lagoon Avenue, Minneapolis

Slow Poke tag, Lagoon Avenue, Minneapolis

Glitter trail

Sunday, May 22nd, 2011
Bloomington Avenue Post Office, Minneapolis

Bloomington Avenue Post Office, Minneapolis

Potassium Fire

Thursday, May 19th, 2011
Banana Chair

Banana Chair

Shaking Hands with the Killer

Tuesday, May 17th, 2011
Me and the Killer

Me and the Killer

I don’t normally comment on the events that pass through the news. I’ve learned from making my mistakes at the Minnesota Daily that it’s almost always a bad idea, a trap to suck your mind down and waste time.

But with the passing today of Harmon Killebrew, a hero here in Minnesota, the root of Roosterhouse country, I did want to say something. It extends back to my teenagerhood, when I was still figuring out things. (Note the mongrelesque picture above).

I shook Killebrew’s hand back then and along with a lot of other people had my picture taken with him. Killebrew’s handshake was the strongest I’ve ever encountered being only comparable to my grandfather’s. My grandfather worked his whole life on the farm, something Killebrew was liable to do in the offseason.

My grandfather is in his 80s an it’s funny how something like the handshake will persist into old age. That strength and being once found isn’t lost. I don’t know. In the digital world (nowland), that appreciation of the physicality of the generations previous is understated and underappreciated. What I learned back then was to have a strong firm handshake. When I shook Killebrew’s hand, I knew “Yeah this guy hits 400-foot home runs AND he’s a good guy. ”

It does amaze me how much of one’s being is transmuted down through the shoulder to the arms, to the wrist to the meeting hands. That disappearing art of touch, the close encounter, on-the-spot confrontation. It’s easy to tell a liar through the handshake. Easier yet to tell someone comfortable in their own skin.

Nail my foot to the floor

Monday, May 16th, 2011

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Stuck Blues

(Recorded in the living room in March of 2008)

Ess ess eye pea pea eye

Saturday, May 14th, 2011
Karl Noyes and Kevin Hagen chatting along the Mississippi River

Karl Noyes and Kevin Hagen chatting along the Mississippi River

चर्य फ़ोर् हेल्प

Saturday, May 14th, 2011

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सोन्ग फ़्रोम् थे अन्किएन्त्स

Yarrow Benrud- Dulcimer
Schedlo- Drums, Vocals
Sonny- Drums
Roy- Drums

Recorded Live at the Joshua Tree Saloon on 04/20

Organismic

Friday, May 13th, 2011
Then they stopped moving all at once and stared back up the microscope.

Then they stopped moving all at once and stared back up the microscope.

Breaking Away from the Herd 1 Zine Out!

Friday, May 13th, 2011

Breaking Away from the Herd 1 Zine Cover

Breaking Away From the Herd Zine #1

Description: BAftH is a full color zine covering the adventures of Kevin “Berserker” Hagen. This first issue covers first forays into alcoholism family, school and otherwise. Each zine builds on the adventures of the past. There are going to many issues of BAftH. So get the first one and start out on the right foot!

Cover is by Katy Eng. Story from life by Kevin Hagen. Collage layout by Karl Noyes.

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Feedback Zoo

Thursday, May 12th, 2011

She'd Cut Your Throat with Her Guitar Pick

She'd Cut Your Throat with Her Guitar Pick


“I’ve seen it happen too.”
“No kidding.”
“He bled out on the concert floor. And man, all I can say is that blood is stickier than spilt beer.”