A Commentary on Music Paintings

 

I've been into music and painting for quite some time. Whistler did the piano lesson. The banjo lesson is by Henry Ossawa. I would like to call into attention how rigid or natural a painting is. The banjo lesson seems to breathe on its own, but the piano lesson is set in stone. How about the posing of the characters in the scene? The banjo lesson seems extremely intimate and the piano lesson seems distant and uncaring. I'm just comparing painting style and character placement in 2 paintings of something I know: music. Too bad I got so few lessons and had to write my own book that nobody will publish.

Savory Staleness

 The subject now is how being stale can make something better.

Some of the music I listen to is stuff that I overplay. I like lots of that long after the initial infatuation has worn off. Decades after.

Peeps! Marshmallow covered in colored sugars. This has a process that I perfected over the course of many an american easter. The peeps must be separated and set to dry for quite some time. I don't remember how long, but we're going for stiffness here and working from nearly molten marshmallow. Probably over a week.

Steel Reserve is not too bad stale. One needs to be seeking the barest minimum of alcohol requirement and content with less liquid. It is usually done with mostly full containers from the previous night. I remember lacing some boots while watching the princess bride.

What's in my bag?

 I've been working on my "hospital bag" for quite some time now. The current bag started as a minimal container for my phone, headphones and vape going to routine physical therapy mostly. It has worn in and had an amazing woven piece sewn onto the flap. The strap gained a vintage, broken guitar strap sewn on with "X"es of 2 different strings. I put binder pouches on for pockets, but 1 of the zippers broke and I can't find the rest of them. The bag itself is of fine hemp twine, but an inner pocket of sisal or jute twine was made and installed. It sucks. Under-seat bicycle pouches got attached to the sides. This brings us to a total of 8 pockets and not only did I not count the broken 1, but there are not enough.

I reinforce my store-bought sketchbooks with cardboard and decorate the front. This one has an annoying "seems like not a coil, but it is a coil" binding that gets stuck on the weave/knit of my bag. I had intended to make a tape cover for this, but forgot. The game emulator is an Anbernic 351 V and I modded a Handy Boy Gameboy attachment to fit. It was a long and difficult process that will pay like a motherfucker when I get my single room. I made an easel-like tripod for my phone from that same kind of wire, old medical finance cards and duct tape. One piece of advanced technology to bring is a small square of cloth to clean my glasses, phone and video game. The beard trimming scissors also turn out to do a great job cutting fingernails.

Basic summary of bag contents: phone, headphones, sketchbook, art supplies, video game. Various other odds and ends and a little bit more brick a brack accessories for said equipment: charger, cables, pencils, etc. Ain't it too fucking bad I'm not dissecting this thing for photos at a hallway bed?

What else but hospital chronicles?

 Back in again. I was ordered to go at wound care because there is a small hole in my heel that leads to a larger cavity within. The pain up my whole leg had an effect on my decision.

The item I really wish to discuss here is admissions and intake. The patient goes to the hospital seeking help and relief. There is no effort made to reassure the patient in any way. No pain drugs, no explanation of what will happen, not even any flaunting of titles and tenure. The only reassurance I've gotten here is seeing a woman who put a red dangling toy on the handle section of her red electric wheelchair. I told her how well it "pulls the whole deal together", makes it more cohesive. Hospital staff want to tear off the bandages, substitute a hospital robe for 2 shirts and put me in off-putting postures, locations and positions. They want to expose and provoke any existing problems. The long wait time does play into this equation. I left around 3:30 and got to a hallway bed around 10:30.

These are part of a series I'm collecting/creating. Curved hospital mirrors. I really like how they distort the reflection. Anything different really draws my attention, but repetition does a similar thing. The recent repetition which has caused problems is digestive issues and the bathroom. I would need to go, get down there and very little would come out, but immense pressure would still be building. I would be there so long that I would give up and go upstairs, only to turn around in minutes.

What did work with intake admissions this time is someone put a good IV at a decent location on my left arm and the middle eastern doctor got through my info so smoothly it amazed me when I realized how much of my current events got communicated. Just like the expert who was dealing with my pelvic ortho. That man sat there with me and current x-rays of my body parts and explained all about what was going on. I was freaking out over the hospital message service and instead of making more problems for me (like anyone else would do), he decided to stop some problems and prevent some. If only the medical system were arab instead of the scam phone calling system...

Video beefs again

 I recently watched 20 Million Miles to Earth (1957) to find another example of cruel treatment possibly leading to destructive behavior. Pepe sells the vial or the monster to the scientist, who locks it in a cage outdoors, half-ass covers it with a tarp and walks away. The thing is growing so fast that if you don't treat it kindly and help it right away, the chance is lost.

I don't know if I've been over this a trillion times, but How Its Made would have been better as How It Works. It's just manufacturing machines and basic assemblies. When the electric razor was produced, nothing of the mechanism was shown. I wanted to know how it makes the blade move and see the inside parts when that happens.

Also learned the song, "Something" by Elvis Presley. It was exactly the challenge level I needed. Different timing, 3 kinds of 7th chords, writing my own E6 to save time and put it in the right place, 2 similar basslines and a fill. Awesome! I did write to E guitar though, so that was sandbagging a little.

Watching No Reservations (tv series), a chef said that if someone closed his restaurant, he would just make a new one. Years ago, I was in a band and there was a dispute over whether to give our demo recording to someone for publicity. Band members argued that the song would be stolen and I asked if they could write another song. They said no!