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You’re Pretty Good… For a Girl

You’re Pretty Good… For a Girl

Women In Music Infographic (2013)

I had dinner recently with my good friend Carla Black, founder of Rockrgrl magazine and MEOW (Musicians for Equal Opportunities for Women). She spent decades as a tireless advocate for women in music. Sadly, that’s no way to make a living, so she’s recently jumped the wall and will make her first million selling precious Austin real estate. You go, girl.

Leveling the playing field for women in…

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Original Sin

Original Sin

This is my first favorite painting, the first one that made me go, “yeah, I want that on the wall.” And it hangs over my bed against a red, red wall.

I completely repainted this 40″ x 30″ canvas four times before I got it. My colors were awful and muddy. Things changed when outlined the apple/heart with molding paste and painted it gold.

Metallics scared the crap out of me, but they don’t…

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I live in a quiet, working class neighborhood on the south side of town. The streets are wide, but the homes are small. Even though there’s genuine cultural diversity on these blocks, the houses are homogenous. It’s pretty safe, the taxes won’t kill you, and I think of it as one of the last few truly affordable areas to buy a house in south Austin.

I used to think it was wholly unremarkable until I started to look at it with purpose. Look long enough, and even the most commonplace things can become heartbreakingly beautiful.

I shot these photos over many, many months of walking the dog. I never ran into any neighbors, which, I think, is pretty weird and made for a few shots that feel mildly post-apocalyptic.

They were all shot on my little iPhone 4s. Click on a thumbnail to see the larger image and scroll through the gallery.

My Romantic Neighborhood I live in a quiet, working class neighborhood on the south side of town. The streets are wide, but the homes are small.

Surface Tension

The newest painting, Surface Tension, 36” x 24”, watercolor & acrylic.

Surface Tension

I just finished this painting, Surface Tension. It’s watercolor and acrylic, 36″ x 24″.

You know how you can fill a glass to the brim and even add just a little bit more so the water seems to rise above that rim? And then just one drop too much brings on the spill?

We pay a lot of attention to the drama around us, and not enough to what’s bubbling up under the surface of that water in the glass.…

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Mercy, Mercy

Mercy

I’ve been doing some painting that aligns in some way with songs I anticipate recording this fall. This one, “Mercy,” contrasts the overwhelming force of nature against those of us occupying space on the planet.

That’s not really what the song is about though. The song is a murder ballad, pure and simple. But, as it happens, the murder takes place just as a tornado hits, and finding the killer…

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Comparing To-Do Lists

In my circle of acquaintances, I am the Queen of the To-Do List. I have a daily, weekly, and monthly list. Mostly, they serve me well. Occasionally they’re a big ball and chain, and I ignore them all for a week or more… until it’s clear that shit still needs to get done.

So when I come across an interesting take on the to-do list, I pay attention.

I’ve recently discovered that Ben Franklin was…

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Picture

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neon photo of feetThere’s a song destined for the next album. It’s called “Picture.”

My ex and I talk from time to time, and I imagine it will be quite awhile before I stop thinking about what, to me, should have been a phenomenal partnership.

Our demise didn’t happen overnight, of course. And there was an afternoon, a few years back, when I felt the end coming as I scanned through photos of us over the years. The…

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I guess the first time I visited New Orleans was about 12 years ago, before Katrina changed its face and heart and soul. I’ve been several times since, once for Jazz Fest, other times for work–most recently last week–and it reminded me of some photos I shot on my last visit in 2010 when I arrived in the city the morning after Mardi Gras.

NOLA is the only city in the U.S. that makes me ask: How is it I never lived here?

I am a sucker for the French Quarter’s architecture–a jambalaya of Spanish, French, and Caribbean influences. I walk the Quarter and can’t believe I’m still in the States. Follow every entranceway to a hidden courtyard where it feels as though each brick still clings to every conversation held there in the past two centuries.

Then there’s the food. On this last trip, some colleagues and I had an exquisite meal at Tableau, by Jefferson Square. Highly, highly recommended, and sit on the balcony if you can for some great people-watching. Catty-corner to Tableau is, of course, Cafe Du Monde, which is a must for me on every trip. Fried. Dough. And. Powdered. Sugar.

Hell yes.

Then there’s the mystery, the underbelly, the voodoo that they do so well. Yes, it’s a party town, but nothing feels truly safe there.

Anyway, I had to go to NOLA for work in March 2010, touching down the day after Mardi Gras. If I could’ve gone to experience the party the night before I would have, but it was all good. The morning after was a city-wide hangover–colorful, alive, pained. And just in case a soul had slept too late to attend mass, there were sidewalk priests ready to spread some ash on a forehead and absolve anyone of sin.

What a fucking great city.

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I Heart NOLA I guess the first time I visited New Orleans was about 12 years ago, before Katrina changed its face and heart and soul.
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