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Written by David Fewster. Filmed at the Antique Sandwich 10/13/09. A Folksingers In Hell Production
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Monday, November 2, 2009
Friday, May 22, 2009
Send Money, Send Ideas, Send Energetic Responses
from the bottom of the well, with new improved acres of concrete sprouting all over downtown Tacoma, I say:
Let's Party On It !
and to wit:
HEADLINE: LOCAL WRITER CALLS IT QUITS ON TACOMA ART SCENE
“They won’t have David Fewster to kick around any more,” says disgruntled aging enfant terrible.
“Not since Chip Van Gilder’s abdication has there been such a blow to the cultural life of the city. This is a tragedy,” Alex Clayton would have written in this week’s Volcano, if he had ever heard of Fewster.
Rumor has it that Fewster was driven to despair by the news of RR Anderson’s TAIP grant to print an edition of 100 hardbound books from specialty firm Lulu Publications at a cost of $16.66 per volume, while Fewster’s own project, the epic poem-cycle “Ballad of the New Tacoma & Other Sagas of the American West” (with accompanying folk rock opera of the same name included on CD) was stalled due to lack of funds, in spite of its budget of 66.6 cents a copy for ten copies.
Fewster, who is not on facebook or myspace and thinks twitter is what the damn birds do at 3AM to aggravate his insomnia, was apparently unavailable for comment until we found the following message scratched with a blunt stick in the dried mud from the city’s endless construction project in front of our place of business.
(ed. note: We love RR and wish him the best of luck in all endevours)
The following is what we could decipher before the rain started:
“The problem is, my message is misunderstood. I don’t hate people. I hate Community. In fact, that is what I like to see as my role, that of Community-Destroyer. Is that so wrong? What is everybody’s problem with that?
“I think it goes back to that night in September 2003, when there was a meeting held at the Karpelis Museum on ‘The State of the Arts in Tacoma’ or some nonsense like that.
I was sitting next to my buddy, Ray ‘Let’s-Put-On-a-Play-Kids’ Heaton, writer, performance artist, and beloved manager of Shakabrah Java.
Also present were the spunky neo-beat Dadaist action painter kids that were getting ready to start Pannemonica’s (which was fun for the year it lasted.) I myself attended in the (so-quickly) dashed hope that my slim volume of poems, due to be published that month, would do for our city what Sandburg’s ‘Chicago Poems’ did for his hometown—demonstrate that anyplace could be subject for serious artistic consideration. And I meant ‘anyplace.’
“But alas—also present, like the proverbial vipers in the midst, were two women (who shall remain nameless) who, unlike the rest of us, had a clear and ruthless vision for our future.
Before we knew it, their program of fashion shows, red doors, yellow furniture, suitcases, conceptual art projects that turned to plaster shards and gluten mush before our very eyes, endless grab-ass wine parties for slumming North End yuppies, and the like was sucking up all available funds from the Arts Commission, Economic Development Department, and credulous newly-arrived small businesses who were snookered into thinking that supporting such a groovy scene would put them on the fast track to popularity in what the internet assured them was a new Boom Town.
“These women were aided and abetted by feeding on the blood of our young creative types, who were seduced from the frequently tedious and frustrating task of making art that anybody would give a damn about into cavorting around like Rock Stars in Their Own Minds, prancing through the pages of City Arts and the Volcano like they thought it was People Magazine, posting 2000 pictures on Flickr (“hey, I’m a global artist”) and thinking that anyone was going to actually download this drivel, and running around half-undressed (“we’re free, uninhibited and avant-garde!”) at Art Parties for the afore-mentioned middle-aged Proctor perverts.
No doubt this is seductive for the artists’ egos (folks can spend a lifetime in the Bay Area without getting a goddamn sidebar in the SF Weekly), but the years have passed now and some of these hapless kids are discovering that they’ve wasted their precious twenties amassing a resume that consists of an interview on their favorite microbrew at Doyle’s.
“But, as it turns out, the days are numbered for this scene. The money is all gone and, as I speak, power is being shut off, over-priced rentals sit vacant, and the words ‘Seattle,’ ‘Portland,’ and even as God is my judge ‘San Francisco’, are turning up more and more on the blogsites.
And, as the Beautiful People begin to migrate to greener pastures, two distinct types will be left:
1) those born here and unable to gather enough escape velocity from its horrible vortex, and
2) those who crashed and burned here (or woke up and didn’t know where the hell they were), and, being now too weak and broken to move, have come to embrace its hideous splendor as a fitting purgatorio for the sins of a lifetime.
“’So,’ some of you may ask, ‘what makes this such a pressing time for a Community-Wrecking Festival?’ Some may even think to themselves I may have an ulterior motive.
And I do.
It is simply my selfish need to spend a few precious moments with the special and wonderful creative individuals that I want to destroy, before we come to that sad parting of the ways and leave the Tacoma art scene forever.
“Oh, and my other ulterior motive. Cash. Lots of it, but not so much that people will think I’m insane. I’m talking tens of thousands of dollars, which is still a mere fraction of what other groups ask for on a weekly basis at the City Council meetings.
It is my dream that the Funkoma Vintage Anti-Festival will take place in July and August, featuring such performers as the Tacomen, Tommy Dean, Colin Sannes, Doug Mackey, Heather Lum, Teddy Haggerty—all the folks that were here long before the b.p. showed up, and will be here long after they’ve gone far away. The festival would also be the publication party for my 10 xeroxed pages from Kinko’s.
“But, for this we’ll need start-up funds. So, I’m calling out to all my brand new best friends on the blogosphere to help me
1) find ways to cut through all that red tape on those nasty 501C-3 applications
2) grease the palms of the bureaucrats who vote on grants for me
3) maybe some wealthy patron could just give me a big wad of greenbacks in exchange for immortality—who would have heard of the Medicis if it hadn’t been for Leonardo, answer me that. And did I mention how much I love you guys up on the North End?
4) while I’m waiting for this to happen, I still gotta eat. There’s a list of restaurants I’ve never been to in town. It’s called the Yellow Pages. Give me a ring when you want to take me out. (No breakfast calls before ten, please.)
5) the back panel of my electric guitar amp has fallen off, and I get a wicked shock every time I try to turn it on. I need someone to come over and fix this. (Please have own insurance.)
“Well, that’s about it for now. I’ll keep everyone posted as I discover other needs. In the meantime, I would like to offer the first page of my book for the world’s perusal. Because you won’t find it in “In Tahoma’s Shadow: Poems from the City of Destiny”—
BUSINESS DAY AND WEEKEND IN THE CITY OF DESTINY
I.
Sometimes, as a kind of game while I’m waiting for the light rail
To take me from nowhere to nowhere a mile and a quarter down the street,
I pretend to timewarp my youthful self of 25 years ago
(runaway college-dropout denizen of dens of LA and San Francisco depravities)
To my present situation with no word of explanation,
Then I try to figure out where I am using Sherlock Holmsian powers of deduction.
The tall buildings that rise at different points of the horizon
Would seem to imply a city,
But the street I’m on is composed of vacant lots,
Half-block long complexes of shops with the personality of
A strip mall gone to seed, and broken brown stumps of
Abandoned buildings of a century past.
To my right is a large, multi-storied aluminum structure,
Looking all the world like the exoskeleton of
A High School Football Stadium erected by a Proud and
Moderately Affluent Midwestern town.
Although it is 10 o’clock in the morning on a business day,
The street is completely deserted.
I decide my quarter-century twin from the past
Might feel like Burgess Meredith in the old Twilight Zone episode,
The one where he goes outside after the Nuclear Blast.
Oh wait, I lied—looking as far as the eye can see,
I can spot one speck of humanity in one direction,
A couple of specks in the other.
“What IS this place?” I wonder aloud.
II.
“Oh, what will happen if Frank Russell leaves?”
The business section and bloggers moan.
Shit—bring it on—what’s the worst that can happen?
Tacoma will turn into a ghost town?
I’ll only be able to see two specks instead of 3?
Hell, it’s already so bad that the Starbucks kittykorner from the Convention Center
(Remember the Convention Center aka home of the Gooseberry Falls Iowa Corndogs—
It was going to Revitalize Downtown!)
Our Starbucks is the only one in the Goddamn Universe
That closes on Saturdays.
On weekends, it is very funny to see
The occasional tourists saunter confidently to the door,
Reach for the handle to swing it open,
And nearly wrench their shoulders from the sockets in the
Inexplicably arrested movement.
Some of them even try twice,
Then peer through the tainted glass
Before turning around in pained disbelief.
Sometimes our eyes meet. I shrug,
As if to say
“I dunno. Don’t ask me. I’m just passing through.”
Let's Party On It !
and to wit:
HEADLINE: LOCAL WRITER CALLS IT QUITS ON TACOMA ART SCENE
“They won’t have David Fewster to kick around any more,” says disgruntled aging enfant terrible.
“Not since Chip Van Gilder’s abdication has there been such a blow to the cultural life of the city. This is a tragedy,” Alex Clayton would have written in this week’s Volcano, if he had ever heard of Fewster.
Rumor has it that Fewster was driven to despair by the news of RR Anderson’s TAIP grant to print an edition of 100 hardbound books from specialty firm Lulu Publications at a cost of $16.66 per volume, while Fewster’s own project, the epic poem-cycle “Ballad of the New Tacoma & Other Sagas of the American West” (with accompanying folk rock opera of the same name included on CD) was stalled due to lack of funds, in spite of its budget of 66.6 cents a copy for ten copies.
Fewster, who is not on facebook or myspace and thinks twitter is what the damn birds do at 3AM to aggravate his insomnia, was apparently unavailable for comment until we found the following message scratched with a blunt stick in the dried mud from the city’s endless construction project in front of our place of business.
(ed. note: We love RR and wish him the best of luck in all endevours)
The following is what we could decipher before the rain started:
“The problem is, my message is misunderstood. I don’t hate people. I hate Community. In fact, that is what I like to see as my role, that of Community-Destroyer. Is that so wrong? What is everybody’s problem with that?
“I think it goes back to that night in September 2003, when there was a meeting held at the Karpelis Museum on ‘The State of the Arts in Tacoma’ or some nonsense like that.
I was sitting next to my buddy, Ray ‘Let’s-Put-On-a-Play-Kids’ Heaton, writer, performance artist, and beloved manager of Shakabrah Java.
Also present were the spunky neo-beat Dadaist action painter kids that were getting ready to start Pannemonica’s (which was fun for the year it lasted.) I myself attended in the (so-quickly) dashed hope that my slim volume of poems, due to be published that month, would do for our city what Sandburg’s ‘Chicago Poems’ did for his hometown—demonstrate that anyplace could be subject for serious artistic consideration. And I meant ‘anyplace.’
“But alas—also present, like the proverbial vipers in the midst, were two women (who shall remain nameless) who, unlike the rest of us, had a clear and ruthless vision for our future.
Before we knew it, their program of fashion shows, red doors, yellow furniture, suitcases, conceptual art projects that turned to plaster shards and gluten mush before our very eyes, endless grab-ass wine parties for slumming North End yuppies, and the like was sucking up all available funds from the Arts Commission, Economic Development Department, and credulous newly-arrived small businesses who were snookered into thinking that supporting such a groovy scene would put them on the fast track to popularity in what the internet assured them was a new Boom Town.
“These women were aided and abetted by feeding on the blood of our young creative types, who were seduced from the frequently tedious and frustrating task of making art that anybody would give a damn about into cavorting around like Rock Stars in Their Own Minds, prancing through the pages of City Arts and the Volcano like they thought it was People Magazine, posting 2000 pictures on Flickr (“hey, I’m a global artist”) and thinking that anyone was going to actually download this drivel, and running around half-undressed (“we’re free, uninhibited and avant-garde!”) at Art Parties for the afore-mentioned middle-aged Proctor perverts.
No doubt this is seductive for the artists’ egos (folks can spend a lifetime in the Bay Area without getting a goddamn sidebar in the SF Weekly), but the years have passed now and some of these hapless kids are discovering that they’ve wasted their precious twenties amassing a resume that consists of an interview on their favorite microbrew at Doyle’s.
“But, as it turns out, the days are numbered for this scene. The money is all gone and, as I speak, power is being shut off, over-priced rentals sit vacant, and the words ‘Seattle,’ ‘Portland,’ and even as God is my judge ‘San Francisco’, are turning up more and more on the blogsites.
And, as the Beautiful People begin to migrate to greener pastures, two distinct types will be left:
1) those born here and unable to gather enough escape velocity from its horrible vortex, and
2) those who crashed and burned here (or woke up and didn’t know where the hell they were), and, being now too weak and broken to move, have come to embrace its hideous splendor as a fitting purgatorio for the sins of a lifetime.
“’So,’ some of you may ask, ‘what makes this such a pressing time for a Community-Wrecking Festival?’ Some may even think to themselves I may have an ulterior motive.
And I do.
It is simply my selfish need to spend a few precious moments with the special and wonderful creative individuals that I want to destroy, before we come to that sad parting of the ways and leave the Tacoma art scene forever.
“Oh, and my other ulterior motive. Cash. Lots of it, but not so much that people will think I’m insane. I’m talking tens of thousands of dollars, which is still a mere fraction of what other groups ask for on a weekly basis at the City Council meetings.
It is my dream that the Funkoma Vintage Anti-Festival will take place in July and August, featuring such performers as the Tacomen, Tommy Dean, Colin Sannes, Doug Mackey, Heather Lum, Teddy Haggerty—all the folks that were here long before the b.p. showed up, and will be here long after they’ve gone far away. The festival would also be the publication party for my 10 xeroxed pages from Kinko’s.
“But, for this we’ll need start-up funds. So, I’m calling out to all my brand new best friends on the blogosphere to help me
1) find ways to cut through all that red tape on those nasty 501C-3 applications
2) grease the palms of the bureaucrats who vote on grants for me
3) maybe some wealthy patron could just give me a big wad of greenbacks in exchange for immortality—who would have heard of the Medicis if it hadn’t been for Leonardo, answer me that. And did I mention how much I love you guys up on the North End?
4) while I’m waiting for this to happen, I still gotta eat. There’s a list of restaurants I’ve never been to in town. It’s called the Yellow Pages. Give me a ring when you want to take me out. (No breakfast calls before ten, please.)
5) the back panel of my electric guitar amp has fallen off, and I get a wicked shock every time I try to turn it on. I need someone to come over and fix this. (Please have own insurance.)
“Well, that’s about it for now. I’ll keep everyone posted as I discover other needs. In the meantime, I would like to offer the first page of my book for the world’s perusal. Because you won’t find it in “In Tahoma’s Shadow: Poems from the City of Destiny”—
BUSINESS DAY AND WEEKEND IN THE CITY OF DESTINY
I.
Sometimes, as a kind of game while I’m waiting for the light rail
To take me from nowhere to nowhere a mile and a quarter down the street,
I pretend to timewarp my youthful self of 25 years ago
(runaway college-dropout denizen of dens of LA and San Francisco depravities)
To my present situation with no word of explanation,
Then I try to figure out where I am using Sherlock Holmsian powers of deduction.
The tall buildings that rise at different points of the horizon
Would seem to imply a city,
But the street I’m on is composed of vacant lots,
Half-block long complexes of shops with the personality of
A strip mall gone to seed, and broken brown stumps of
Abandoned buildings of a century past.
To my right is a large, multi-storied aluminum structure,
Looking all the world like the exoskeleton of
A High School Football Stadium erected by a Proud and
Moderately Affluent Midwestern town.
Although it is 10 o’clock in the morning on a business day,
The street is completely deserted.
I decide my quarter-century twin from the past
Might feel like Burgess Meredith in the old Twilight Zone episode,
The one where he goes outside after the Nuclear Blast.
Oh wait, I lied—looking as far as the eye can see,
I can spot one speck of humanity in one direction,
A couple of specks in the other.
“What IS this place?” I wonder aloud.
II.
“Oh, what will happen if Frank Russell leaves?”
The business section and bloggers moan.
Shit—bring it on—what’s the worst that can happen?
Tacoma will turn into a ghost town?
I’ll only be able to see two specks instead of 3?
Hell, it’s already so bad that the Starbucks kittykorner from the Convention Center
(Remember the Convention Center aka home of the Gooseberry Falls Iowa Corndogs—
It was going to Revitalize Downtown!)
Our Starbucks is the only one in the Goddamn Universe
That closes on Saturdays.
On weekends, it is very funny to see
The occasional tourists saunter confidently to the door,
Reach for the handle to swing it open,
And nearly wrench their shoulders from the sockets in the
Inexplicably arrested movement.
Some of them even try twice,
Then peer through the tainted glass
Before turning around in pained disbelief.
Sometimes our eyes meet. I shrug,
As if to say
“I dunno. Don’t ask me. I’m just passing through.”
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Save the date....Artwalk...
for February will be special in a special kind of way..
Why? Because dear, not only is it Artwalk for February '09 in the year of our new funky president........
But February 19 is the One Year anniversary of the stupid and untimely death of old friend Steve Craig....
hard to believe he's been gone a year already...
We'll be celebrating, er, uh, remembering Steve...
and remembering his part in so many artistic art-like endeavors, people and parties...
AND !!
Steve Stefanowicz has agreed to play music for us here at funkoma vintage world wide headquarters from 6 ish to 7 ish........
I think your head will pop pop pop...from all the
Steveness that will be happening...
it's all happening....
02 -- 19 -- 09
first some pics of Folksingers In Hell...
you missed a great show......first David sat out on the street on a frigid Tacoma night...and wailed on the elektrik geetar...
Then he came to his senses and he and Heidi sang new and old songs of ye old folk...
Heidi sang her groovy song homage to Brown and Haley makes 'em daily Candy Factory Worker Blues!!
and David regailled up with The Suitcase Song for which he won an actual Cash prize !!
and I think you should now consider becoming a Myspace friend...then I can send you this as a Free Thank You Gift !!
Inside the shop.........Can you believe it?
MidCentury Modern
and uh, I have some new auctions on ebay, and adding new stuff to etsy, and if you can find the time...I have tons and tons, and I mean tons of new stuff in the shop...
Chartreuse loveseat.........50 MCM plywood chair....victorian carved furniture ...so steampunk....
ebay.
Wednesday, January 14, 2009
Best songs about Tacoma & Blogging & stuff
Love love this one about us....the lonely bloggers.....that Fewster is mad...and Heidi's songs touch me......and that child of his..Hannah.....what a big chip off the ol' block ........Artwalk night, Folksingers in Hell will be singing with us....
and I just wanted to mention that January's birthday is January 15th...she's 39. She's my first born. I love her more than I could ever tell you...no matter how many words I use....and aren't I a special mom, that I could arrange for a National Holiday just for her on her special special day??
here's a few vids....at the bottom.......
no intro needed for Neko...who used to dance with January for and with Girl Trouble...doesn't get much more Tacoma than that.......
not so much about Tacoma, but Fewster is Tacoma...
not about Tacoma, but named For Tacoma....and you never go wrong with a Leonard Cohen song....
So Just how BIG is Tacoma....well, I can hold it in my heart....
and because Jerry Miller lives here, and it's been toooo long since I got drunk and made him play this song, for me...Just For Me ! I mean, how many people met in SF in the late 60s/early 70s and then, independently moved to Tacoma??
And Chan Marshall doing a cover of my other fave Moby song.(moby GRAPE !)Naked If I Want To. I love this one soooo much because the lyrics really capture the times of my misspent youth, man....
and I just wanted to mention that January's birthday is January 15th...she's 39. She's my first born. I love her more than I could ever tell you...no matter how many words I use....and aren't I a special mom, that I could arrange for a National Holiday just for her on her special special day??
here's a few vids....at the bottom.......
no intro needed for Neko...who used to dance with January for and with Girl Trouble...doesn't get much more Tacoma than that.......
not so much about Tacoma, but Fewster is Tacoma...
not about Tacoma, but named For Tacoma....and you never go wrong with a Leonard Cohen song....
So Just how BIG is Tacoma....well, I can hold it in my heart....
and because Jerry Miller lives here, and it's been toooo long since I got drunk and made him play this song, for me...Just For Me ! I mean, how many people met in SF in the late 60s/early 70s and then, independently moved to Tacoma??
And Chan Marshall doing a cover of my other fave Moby song.(moby GRAPE !)Naked If I Want To. I love this one soooo much because the lyrics really capture the times of my misspent youth, man....
Tuesday, January 13, 2009
It's A Heat Wave !!
56 and sunny....and that's not just my age and disposition.....that's the Weather Forecast...
I'll be in a bikini!
'member last Art Walk...the one that didn't happen? Snow snow snow...up to your bikini line?
so, let's do it again for reals this time.......
I'll be in a bikini!
'member last Art Walk...the one that didn't happen? Snow snow snow...up to your bikini line?
so, let's do it again for reals this time.......
Artwalk 3rd Thursday.......
January 15
and Folksingers In Hell have agreed to come back and play their
Tacoma Crunchy Sugar Pops In A Blacktop Bowl genre of folk music.....
That is music for folks who are in danger of jadedness,
in danger of calcification and ennui.
Music from David and Heidi
from
7 pm to about 8:30 ish.
Food and something to drink.
funkoma vintage &
Amocat Antiques.
712 Broadway.
In the Rampart Bldg.
Tacoma Washington
Because Folksingers In Hell isn't enough frivolity for December's Artwalk evening....
We present...hanging on our wall...
..the art of..
Maureen Smith
****Maureen spent a year and half in commercial art school right after high school. This almost ruined her and sucked all the joy out of doing art for years. She was a hairdresser, theatre critic, insurance clerk, computer programmer, game, book and comic seller, would be novelist (not necessarily in that order) over the years. Now she tortures David Fewster at work and does art for herself at home. And loving it! P.S. It's David's fault.****
January 15
and Folksingers In Hell have agreed to come back and play their
Tacoma Crunchy Sugar Pops In A Blacktop Bowl genre of folk music.....
That is music for folks who are in danger of jadedness,
in danger of calcification and ennui.
Music from David and Heidi
from
7 pm to about 8:30 ish.
Food and something to drink.
funkoma vintage &
Amocat Antiques.
712 Broadway.
In the Rampart Bldg.
Tacoma Washington
Because Folksingers In Hell isn't enough frivolity for December's Artwalk evening....
We present...hanging on our wall...
..the art of..
Maureen Smith
****Maureen spent a year and half in commercial art school right after high school. This almost ruined her and sucked all the joy out of doing art for years. She was a hairdresser, theatre critic, insurance clerk, computer programmer, game, book and comic seller, would be novelist (not necessarily in that order) over the years. Now she tortures David Fewster at work and does art for herself at home. And loving it! P.S. It's David's fault.****
Wednesday, December 17, 2008
Art. Music. Fun. Cold. Food. Drink. Me.You.
Artwalk 3rd Thursday.......
December 18....
and Folksingers In Hell have agreed to come back and play their
Tacoma Crunchy Sugar Pops In A Blacktop Bowl genre of folk music.....
That is music for folks who are in danger of jadedness,
in danger of calcification and ennui.
Music from David and Heidi
from
7 pm to about 8:30 ish.
Food and something to drink.
funkoma vintage &
Amocat Antiques.
712 Broadway.
In the Rampart Bldg.
Tacoma Washington
Because Folksingers In Hell isn't enough frivolity for December's Artwalk evening....
We present...hanging on our wall...
..the art of..
Maureen Smith
****Maureen spent a year and half in commercial art school right after high school. This almost ruined her and sucked all the joy out of doing art for years. She was a hairdresser, theatre critic, insurance clerk, computer programmer, game, book and comic seller, would be novelist (not necessarily in that order) over the years. Now she tortures David Fewster at work and does art for herself at home. And loving it! P.S. It's David's fault.****
December 18....
and Folksingers In Hell have agreed to come back and play their
Tacoma Crunchy Sugar Pops In A Blacktop Bowl genre of folk music.....
That is music for folks who are in danger of jadedness,
in danger of calcification and ennui.
Music from David and Heidi
from
7 pm to about 8:30 ish.
Food and something to drink.
funkoma vintage &
Amocat Antiques.
712 Broadway.
In the Rampart Bldg.
Tacoma Washington
Because Folksingers In Hell isn't enough frivolity for December's Artwalk evening....
We present...hanging on our wall...
..the art of..
Maureen Smith
****Maureen spent a year and half in commercial art school right after high school. This almost ruined her and sucked all the joy out of doing art for years. She was a hairdresser, theatre critic, insurance clerk, computer programmer, game, book and comic seller, would be novelist (not necessarily in that order) over the years. Now she tortures David Fewster at work and does art for herself at home. And loving it! P.S. It's David's fault.****
Monday, December 8, 2008
Folksingers In Hell agree to perform....
for us...and for you....at funkoma vintage.....on ARTWALK next week.... yes I will post some music of David and Heidi....soon, because they are better than you could imagine...so don't imagine......Be one of the Cool Kids.......and show up on Artwalk night........
But meanwhile.....it's the Holidaze.......
Here's some music.....
my kids have seen me dance drunk to this many many many times....
this always makes me cry !!!
Surprise...I love this SONG...and everyone cool hates The fucking Eagles....
and just for fun....Charlie Sexton.....you MUST check this out!!! OMG !!! 80s 80s 80s 80s....
Saturday, October 25, 2008
What's Up Buttercup?
I closed down the New Frontier.....that bartender thinks I'm a troublemaker....but I was hardly tipsy.....just real happy and so funny to be there with you kids, and Mark and Murph.....I live just across the railroad tracks ya know.
So we're sitting there enjoying the very nice Martinis in the squatty glasses....and who do I spy......my swell pal, Michael.....so to get his attention, because clearly yelling "Michael" wasn't working fast enough....
so I starting slinging micro-milliliters of vodka at him.......all I had left in the bottom of my glass was the tiniest bit of alcohol in there along with the lemon twist .........
then the bartender came over as if a great wrong had occurred....."Do you need a wipedown? he asked. No, I got it.......as I pulled a slightly used tissue from the bottom of my purse, and dabbed the table dry. Geez, buddy, trust me, I can be much more entertaining......on a lot less booze.
I was dancing to the jukabox, but I wasn't table dancing..I save that for the gay bars, because they know a Queen when they see one.........
The New Frontier is very pretty and glossy and rough and mixed up. I'm a bit tired of Old Corporate Logos as Ironic Design Elements.......
While Mark and I were at the shop on Friday cleaning and moving stuff around, who did my wandering eyes spy? Bender!!!
It's so much fun for us old-timers to run into each other at places that are not "events" .....I expect to see ya'll at a Big To Do......it's the everyday stuff that makes me happy.....
So, Halloween party at the shop.......
And save the dates......
I expect to be a doing the Tacoma Winterfest on Dock Street in mid December, 13/14......
And.....
Heidi and Fewster have consented to come back and play for Us and You at the shop on December's Artwalk evening......whatever day that is.....
now, some pretty pictures.......
So we're sitting there enjoying the very nice Martinis in the squatty glasses....and who do I spy......my swell pal, Michael.....so to get his attention, because clearly yelling "Michael" wasn't working fast enough....
so I starting slinging micro-milliliters of vodka at him.......all I had left in the bottom of my glass was the tiniest bit of alcohol in there along with the lemon twist .........
then the bartender came over as if a great wrong had occurred....."Do you need a wipedown? he asked. No, I got it.......as I pulled a slightly used tissue from the bottom of my purse, and dabbed the table dry. Geez, buddy, trust me, I can be much more entertaining......on a lot less booze.
I was dancing to the jukabox, but I wasn't table dancing..I save that for the gay bars, because they know a Queen when they see one.........
The New Frontier is very pretty and glossy and rough and mixed up. I'm a bit tired of Old Corporate Logos as Ironic Design Elements.......
While Mark and I were at the shop on Friday cleaning and moving stuff around, who did my wandering eyes spy? Bender!!!
It's so much fun for us old-timers to run into each other at places that are not "events" .....I expect to see ya'll at a Big To Do......it's the everyday stuff that makes me happy.....
So, Halloween party at the shop.......
And save the dates......
I expect to be a doing the Tacoma Winterfest on Dock Street in mid December, 13/14......
And.....
Heidi and Fewster have consented to come back and play for Us and You at the shop on December's Artwalk evening......whatever day that is.....
now, some pretty pictures.......
Friday, September 19, 2008
Arrrgh ! Talk Like A Pirate Day......
hey matey.....funkoma can never be too Pirate...so she celebrates Talk Like A Pirate Day by getting a new tattoo......at Dreamer's Chant Tattoo....
Last night, September's 3rd Thursday Artwalk,
Avast !!!!
t' music was great.....ye Folksingers In Hell
sang smartly about fancy yuppies and drug addicts Shanghai'd in New Tacoma.......ye Bilge rats that didn't crawl outa yer smelly bunks...
ye missed the Grog and the fine snackies.....Don't worry ye scurvy dogs.....and wharf rats.....ye favorite pirates on Broadway be puttin' on
another fine revue......hopin' David & Heidi will lower their standards and play for ye again............Arrrrr!!!
this has little to do with Pirates or Folksingers In Hell...I just like it......
Thursday, September 18, 2008
funkoma/amocat + folksingers in hell
a repost of a post...bloggy style.....
so you blog, eh? Wish you had your own Tacoma-Centric theme song?
David Fewster has answered your call of anguish.....we know you labor in the dark....clickity everyday.....and BONUS.....he homages our beloved Exit133.......It does not get any cooler..any more Tacoma than that......
Clicky the YouTube linky and listen to David sing.....and his daughter Hannah blog.....with whiteout.....it's all very chiaroscuro.......
David Fewster and song partner Heidi Fosner are the most exciting and gritty...Tacoma doomish-cheerleaders.....if you love Tacoma, you can not call your self, your bad self a real life Tacoman or Tacomawoman.....or Tacomakid until you've listened to Folksingers In Hell.....
Just as you love Teddy and bro Leonard Haggerty, artists and karaoke entrepreneurs....extraordinaire.....who have brought Tacoma to life in scratch paper and song.......these folks are the real deal........
No faux-urban pioneers....you know.......the kind that are more Fit than Grit......
Folksingers In Hell are not Sanitized For Your Protection!
Though mostly child-safe......
And Fewster and Heidi sing of our dysfunctional families, drug rehab blues..sans ciggies...at St. Joes..........
So get busy......
Do you truck up to Frost Park to see/be/do The Big Chalk Off every Friday noonish?
I bet you do....
So don't be a Tacoma poseur....
This is the real thing.....Like Girl Trouble........
You chose Tacoma because it isn't pretentious and the real estate prices are doable....
Folksingers In Hell and Fewster and Spawn are both unpretentious and quite doable!!!
Maybe you saw them at First Night 2008.........
Maybe you saw them at the recent Train Fest.......
So see them now....Leave a comment.... Support the Local Arts..
GO LOCAL....
.....brought to your attention by.......a ......Tacoma blog.....
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Crimeny.....I've lost my camera again....
or I'd show you a pic of bunches of stuff....The New Frontier....has an orange front. Jennifer Johnson came to visit us at Amocat/Funkoma......
as did Fewster (more on that later) and so did Nanette...and her rapidly growing big baby....She moved to the lower floor at Sanford, as did
Tracymarie...
Lots of folks have been stopping in.....we're happy to continue Rampart in the same crazy spirit......
I must get over to Sanford visit the pals.....I haven't been since last 3rd thursday......chatted for long time with the wonderment that is Polly
...because.
I have been moving...you may have heard!!
I have another day or 2.....
and then I can start setting out the 100+ pieces of vintage clothes, and small furniture I"ve bought in the last month, but had to stash because of moving.....you may have heard.
Mystic Mocha is now serving beer.....another place to wet yr. whistle in the Dome District besides at Freighthouse.....and yes, my neighbors are still serving those damn Fried Twinkies......they are evil people who want you to explode in some kind of hyper sugar bliss ment.........
I'm a bit sad that I won't be business-wall sharers.....they are good sports.....but I still live upstairs with Tacoma's greatest view!
Wow! I can't wait for the Tall Ships....
I'll be down at the waterfront on Thursday morning to see them round Vashon.
I lived 2 blocks west of Magoo's 2 years ago and walked down to just below The Spar.
I was amazed.....I was in awe....it was Awesome......(in the old sense of the word..)
to see those shimmering white sails, the glossy wood on the sheets of ruffled blue both heavenbound and port bound.......
I can now truly understand how people who had not seen anything like them in their lives, in their cultures would think they were Gods....
Magical Beings ........
I encourage every single person on the planet to be on Tacoma's waterfront to see them come into Commencement Bay......
Suck this, Seattle......
Tacoma is cool, and we don't even have to try very hard....we just am.
as did Fewster (more on that later) and so did Nanette...and her rapidly growing big baby....She moved to the lower floor at Sanford, as did
Tracymarie...
Lots of folks have been stopping in.....we're happy to continue Rampart in the same crazy spirit......
I must get over to Sanford visit the pals.....I haven't been since last 3rd thursday......chatted for long time with the wonderment that is Polly
...because.
I have been moving...you may have heard!!
I have another day or 2.....
and then I can start setting out the 100+ pieces of vintage clothes, and small furniture I"ve bought in the last month, but had to stash because of moving.....you may have heard.
Mystic Mocha is now serving beer.....another place to wet yr. whistle in the Dome District besides at Freighthouse.....and yes, my neighbors are still serving those damn Fried Twinkies......they are evil people who want you to explode in some kind of hyper sugar bliss ment.........
I'm a bit sad that I won't be business-wall sharers.....they are good sports.....but I still live upstairs with Tacoma's greatest view!
Wow! I can't wait for the Tall Ships....
I'll be down at the waterfront on Thursday morning to see them round Vashon.
I lived 2 blocks west of Magoo's 2 years ago and walked down to just below The Spar.
I was amazed.....I was in awe....it was Awesome......(in the old sense of the word..)
to see those shimmering white sails, the glossy wood on the sheets of ruffled blue both heavenbound and port bound.......
I can now truly understand how people who had not seen anything like them in their lives, in their cultures would think they were Gods....
Magical Beings ........
I encourage every single person on the planet to be on Tacoma's waterfront to see them come into Commencement Bay......
Suck this, Seattle......
Tacoma is cool, and we don't even have to try very hard....we just am.
Thursday, June 26, 2008
The Lonely Blogger - Folksingers in Hell
so you blog, eh? Wish you had your own Tacoma-Centric theme song?
David Fewster has answered your call of anguish.....we know you labor in the dark....clickity everyday.....and BONUS.....he homages our beloved Exit133.......It does not get any cooler..any more Tacoma than that......
Clicky the YouTube linky and listen to David sing.....and his daughter Hannah blog.....with whiteout.....it's all very chiaroscuro.......
David Fewster and song partner Heidi Fosner are the most exciting and gritty...Tacoma doomish-cheerleaders.....if you love Tacoma, you can not call your self, your bad self a real life Tacoman or Tacomawoman.....or Tacomakid until you've listened to Folksingers In Hell.....
Just as you love Teddy and bro Leonard Haggerty, artists and karaoke entrepreneurs....extraordinaire.....who have brought Tacoma to life in scratch paper and song.......these folks are the real deal........
No faux-urban pioneers....you know.......the kind that are more Fit than Grit......
Folksingers In Hell are not Sanitized For Your Protection!
Though mostly child-safe......
And Fewster and Heidi sing of our dysfunctional families, drug rehab blues..sans ciggies...at St. Joes..........
So get busy......
Do you truck up to Frost Park to see/be/do The Big Chalk Off every Friday noonish?
I bet you do....
So don't be a Tacoma poseur....
This is the real thing.....Like Girl Trouble........
You chose Tacoma because it isn't pretentious and the real estate prices are doable....
Folksingers In Hell and Fewster and Spawn are both unpretentious and quite doable!!!
Maybe you saw them at First Night 2008.........
Maybe you saw them at the recent Train Fest.......
So see them now....Leave a comment.... Support the Local Arts..
GO LOCAL....
.....brought to your attention by.......a ......Tacoma blog.....
David Fewster has answered your call of anguish.....we know you labor in the dark....clickity everyday.....and BONUS.....he homages our beloved Exit133.......It does not get any cooler..any more Tacoma than that......
Clicky the YouTube linky and listen to David sing.....and his daughter Hannah blog.....with whiteout.....it's all very chiaroscuro.......
David Fewster and song partner Heidi Fosner are the most exciting and gritty...Tacoma doomish-cheerleaders.....if you love Tacoma, you can not call your self, your bad self a real life Tacoman or Tacomawoman.....or Tacomakid until you've listened to Folksingers In Hell.....
Just as you love Teddy and bro Leonard Haggerty, artists and karaoke entrepreneurs....extraordinaire.....who have brought Tacoma to life in scratch paper and song.......these folks are the real deal........
No faux-urban pioneers....you know.......the kind that are more Fit than Grit......
Folksingers In Hell are not Sanitized For Your Protection!
Though mostly child-safe......
And Fewster and Heidi sing of our dysfunctional families, drug rehab blues..sans ciggies...at St. Joes..........
So get busy......
Do you truck up to Frost Park to see/be/do The Big Chalk Off every Friday noonish?
I bet you do....
So don't be a Tacoma poseur....
This is the real thing.....Like Girl Trouble........
You chose Tacoma because it isn't pretentious and the real estate prices are doable....
Folksingers In Hell and Fewster and Spawn are both unpretentious and quite doable!!!
Maybe you saw them at First Night 2008.........
Maybe you saw them at the recent Train Fest.......
So see them now....Leave a comment.... Support the Local Arts..
GO LOCAL....
.....brought to your attention by.......a ......Tacoma blog.....
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Thursday, March 20, 2008
I love you 2...
Hey Kids....get to The Helm early OK.........There's a Surprise !!! Fewster said so! Nice visit from more nice neighbors........
Thursday, February 28, 2008
Tacoma Here There Everywhere.....
Again up to Antique Sandwich for Tuesday night Open Mike......I'm a poet and you know it...... The enigmatic David Fewster and Heidi Fosner, Folksingers in Hell, showed up because Mark asked them to go and sing....please..... and they did.
What Tacoma lacks is respect for "The Other Side Of Life".
The vitality isn't really from Russell....yawn. The vitality is from people who LIVE LIFE !
(oh boy am I in trouble now...)
People such as Steve....and not Bing Crosby.....
Reluctantly, Dale.....only because , as Fewster said:
Today I took my daughter to the Bridge of Glass!
Boy, was she disappointed. She thought the actual
bridge would be made of glass/So we could see traffic going by
our shoes.David sang, on Tuesday night, The Ballad of the Blogger and he reminded us once again, that the archives of Exit 133 will live foreverrrrrrrrr........witness this:ensie, there are several different layers of professional artist. there is the ‘fluff’ artist which is a favorite of Tacoma arts commission funding or who make pretty glass fruit bowls… and then there is the category of artists whom bring the inanimate into the realm of the living and or forge their will upon the world.
I am not trying to undermine the importance of the fluff artist since they provide a valuable service distracting/pacifying the civilian populations THEN provide a nice contrast when the serious artist reveals him or herself to the world.
Also, if you ever encounter a person claiming to be an artist and willing to ‘donate to the community’ beware, you are in the presence of a fifth columnist.
13 | Posted by RR Anderson | Apr 5, 02:32 PM
And then Claudia replied:
Re: RR:“there is the ‘fluff’ artist…” David Fewster is as fluffy as it gets. A real Easter bunny….... “Real” and “non-real” – what an elitist idea. Let the artist speak for her or himself. Categories such as real and non real or good and evil should vanish for good (or for real). Celebrate complexity. 14 | Posted by Claudia | Apr 5, 02:52 PM
That was not an attack against David at all, that was a response to RR calling Tacoma Art Grant Recipients FLUFF. My point was that David was NOT fluff – obviously stated clumsily. I do hope we all know David is NOT the Easter Bunny. Aapologies to all who took my comment in a fluffy way… 19 | Posted by Claudia | Apr 5, 04:33 PM
David Fewster and Heidi Fosner recently produced a concert at Barefoot Studios. I was really pleased by the quality of the work and proud to be able to have them perform in our space. Tacoma benefits from having diverse and unique artists like David and Heidi active in the community. P.S. 10X10 this Friday at 7:30 20 | Posted by paul | Apr 5, 04:38 PM
And that is what the Exit 133 archives will yield Up!
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So the Beat goes on. I am suspicious of applying for Art Grants....How can I truly explain what it is I do? I almost can't even conceptualize it in my own mind..I just DO!
People used to ask me what kind of place is Rampart.....With its Irreverent Attitude...Its loud GAY Disco Music......What the hell does a 50s Pink & Gray Sewing Machine have to do with a 70s vintage Schwinn, vintage restaurant dishes and 60s hanging lamps, and a hand-embroidered Kitten Playing with Pink Yarn picture (damn you Steve)...... All I can say, Then and Now, is it is Stuff For Living. It is not Sunset Magazine or Better Homes and Gardens.
So, I got my ass soundly taken to task this week....on my Blog and from my neighbors. My crappy neighbor, not my nice neighbors.
Since the day I got here, I've been cleaning the sidewalks and sweeping the parking lot and trying to weed and plant my Dirt Spot.... It's not my job....but it is my responsibility. I've picked up buckets full of garbage left here by the folks who come to Dome Events....the city DOES NOT clean up after our "guests". The Streetsweeper comes by, 2 times in the last 8 months (I think)
I'm OK with the City not picking up the garbage, but one of the reasons that Tacoma has languished, A JEWEL in a Broken Setting.....is because The City almost always does a half-ass job of everything. For instance..... They build a dome, sponsor events and don't clean up, don't enforce parking laws, and don't fix the streets.....But they do provide Police to do Traffic Guidance to channel "vistors" to the Pay For City Parking Lots.
If it will, rawly, make Money, the City will likely do it. If it doesn't put money in their pockets immediately, Fuggedabout it.....But what Tacoma's Arts Commission does do, is to TRY to get Art around town.....and they did give Fewster a Grant to write a book of Poetry.....and Art in Your Face, makes you a better person. It's like a WorM in Your BraiN. It goes to your happy thinking place in Your Head, and that makes you a better person. And tries to undo the damage done to you by that University you attended....and the Arts Commission does some other things like those goofy metal Palm Trees in my n'hood. Why palm trees? Why? I do love me some palm trees....but I wouldn't have chosen that. But it did get chosen, and that's the point I suppose. We get and need......Fewster and Metal Palm Trees.
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