Hail Britannia, ruler of the fans. . . four fans in particular: Sarah,
Michelle, Pia, and a fourth who goes unnamed in the letter accompanying
the following care package-- simply put, the dog's bollocks:
A selection of teas, courtesy of Whittard of Chelsea (Acerola Cherry, Chilli Chai and Spice Imperial Black), several books ("Claire of the Sea Light", "Sex, Art and the Dow Jones", "The Power of Judgement, A Debate on Aesthetic Critique", and "The Ince Blundell Collection of Classical Sculpture: Volume I -- The Portraits -- Part 2, The Roman Male Portraits"), the perfect pint glass, prayer beads, a cock lolly, a cheeky t-shirt, and last, but not least (and one of my favorites), a fully-stocked tool belt!
I may be a lil late to the game with this one, but it's never too late to show your medal (err. mettle). My new favorite online shop printallover.me gathered a team of artists and designers to create a collection of gay-friendly tracksuits for the Sochi Olympics. While the flame of global sportsmanship may have dimmed considerably since the closing of the games, it's never too late to show your support and buy one for yourself. Or better yet, get one for me!
I, for one, have a lengthy list. Somewhere near the top you'll find "Hookers on the Beach". Months and months and months ago, I asked BSD readers to respond (in song) to the image of a billboard I discovered while visiting my parents in rural Texas. I promised that I would convert any response I received into a music video of my own creation. One reader, Andrew Klaus, of the band Mattachine Social, dutifully contributed a full-length composition. I, on the other hand, failed to fulfill my end of the bargain-- not that I didn't film myself trying. With the idea that I'd green screen myself walking on the beach in each of the bathing suits I own (skimpy gay, "straight" longboard and birthday suit), I ultimately couldn't gather enough time to edit the footage to completion.
I'd almost (almost!) forgotten about the project entirely until Andrew sent me an email earlier this week. He decided to release the track on a new album, for a new project (Boarding School). He changed the name of the track from "Hookers on the Beach" to "Sirens (For Colby Keller)". Despite my slovenly inability to complete the simplest task, Andrew still decided to dedicate the song to me.
I'm profoundly honored.
Thank you Andrew!
If you'd like to listen to "Sirens" (or download a copy for yourself-- pay what you will) click HERE.
It turns out walking in place doesn't quite look as natural as I'd hoped.
Meet Berlin-based artist Christian Falsnaes. Take 70 kilos of Danish testosterone, add a dash of corporate group think, a touch of new age phil-loose-ify, and one loud primal scream and you come close to approximating a Falsnaes performance.
I highly recommend watching each in it's entirety: