Monday, July 27, 2009

"Sex-stained Cheetos and the collapse of Deviant the mind"
I think that is gonna be the name of my next book. Or it could be:
"The Devil's Play Thang"
I don't even know what I'm talking about. This book is a figment of my imagination.
I'm listening to Vivian Girls today. They rock. FYI.
M. Ward:
Friend of mine gave me a bunch of new albums (Thanks Eric & Lisa) One of them was this M. Ward's Hold Time. I really like it. Singer/songwriter kinda stuff with a alt-country/modern feel. Really good shit. I would recommend this album to anyone who likes really good music. I've know that M. Ward was in She & Him with Zooey Deschanel. I'll have to check that out now. Zooey makes a cameo on this album and so does Lucinda Williams. Excellent stuff!
Fuck your hang-ups and get over yourself. Listen to good music. Don't be a-feared.
With Love,
Aaron K. Barker

Tuesday, July 21, 2009

Just Like Heaven:
Check out the Dinosaur Jr. cover of that song. It's killer. It's been so hot. This photo literally looks just like heaven. I can't wait. It's been a busy and boring week so far. Tomorrow, I'll post a show and ep review of RTB2. Stay tuned....

Friday, July 17, 2009

Dash Snow:
Oh fuck one more. Brilliant!
More Dash Snow:
This guy is my hero. His work is awesome. Reminds me of Larry Clark, Nan Goldin and Terry Richardson crossed with Ray Johnson. How fucking cool!

RIP Dash Snow

Dash Snow

Dash Snow, the controversial New York artist who has died of a drug overdose aged 27, was as famous for his establishment family background as he was infamous for his enfant terrible antics; in Britain his breakthrough came in 2006 when the Saatchi gallery exhibited a typically provocative collage of newspaper clippings depicting police injustices entitled F--- the Police.

Saatchi put Snow up in a Piccadilly hotel along with his friend and fellow New York artist Dan Colen. The pair decided to make a "hamster nest" within their hotel room – shredding phone books, blankets and curtains for "bedding" in which to curl up and take a cocktail of drugs. The experiment ended with them evacuating the hotel room in the middle of the night to escape arrest. Typical of Snow's infusion of his excess into his art, he then set up the NEST installation with Colen at Deitch Projects in New York, where two thousand phone books were destroyed over five nights.

Despite his rebellious behaviour, Snow was far from an art-world outsider. His grandmother is the philanthropist and art collector Christophe de Menil, whose mother Dominique de Menil was heiress to the Schlumberger oil fortune and a major art collector. His mother, Taya Thurman, is Hollywood actress Uma Thurman's half sister. She recently gained attention for charging the highest rent on record at the Hamptons: $750,000 for a single summer season.

Yet instead of capitalising on the standing of the De Menil dynasty, Snow used his estrangement from it to provide the catalyst for a consciously confrontational artistic style.

Dashiell A. Snow was born in New York on July 27, 1981. He was a rebellious child and at 13 was sent to reform school in Georgia by his parents. He never returned to the family home, preferring to move to Lower East Side in Downtown Manhattan.

Snow's artistic career began when he stole a camera as a young teenager. He liked, he said, to take pictures of the places he visited while drunk so he could remember them once he had sobered up the following day.

At 15 he started the Irak graffiti crew, which specialised in tagging and theft (to 'rack' is graffiti slang meaning to steal), daubing his tag "Sace", over and over on the walls of New York.

After meeting the artists Ryan Mcginley and Colen, Snow was encouraged to exhibit his photographs. These explicit portrayals of the sexual and drug-taking excesses of his circle created a popular stir, but divided critical opinion. His first solo show was in New York's Lower East Side in 2005 and his work was included in the 2006 Whitney Biennial.

Snow's bedraggled rock-star image quickly led to near-mythic status in the downtown art scene. His detractors thought of him as just another rich kid with a Polaroid and a drug habit. Yet his fans – of which there are many – believe that he was one of the most talented artists working in his city, following in the great New York documentary tradition of artists such as Nan Goldin. Among his collectors is the hedge-fund manager Adam Sender, who owns an untitled work made up of 20 portraits of Saddam Hussein, covered in glitter.

"There was so much more to come," noted Francesca Gavin, visual arts editor for the magazine Dazed&Confused. "He only had three years of making real artwork out there in the world. He was the most talented in his group."

Snow recently had video work shown at Peres Projects, the gallery in Berlin. The films shown depicted him playing with his new partner, Jade Berreau, and one-year-old daughter, Secret, and hinted at a new period of greater maturity.

Despite reports that Snow, a heroin user, had beaten his addiction, he was found at Lafayette House in New York after a drug overdose on Monday. "He went to a detox centre in March and then everything was fine for about two months," his grandmother said in a statement. "As a human, Dash lived on the edge."

Dash Snow, who died on July 13, married the Corsican artist Agathe Aparru in 1999. The marriage ended in divorce. He is survived by his partner and daughter.

George Toomer Update:
The Belo folks finally got their stuff together and wrote an obituary for him and there is a memorial facebook page that you can join. Here are the links:


You get any problems with these links let me know and I'll fix them.
Hope you are enjoying the attention George. I love ya' buddy.
-A. Barker

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Every guy resembles his father whether he likes it or not:
Take for instance Sean Lennon (first photo) looks just like his father from face and hair to fashion and women. BTW, Sean was born on his father's 35th birthday. To me that's weird.
Now, look at the last three photos of George Harrison and his son Dhani. Damn he looks just like him. I'm gonna try and find a photo of my dad and myself to compare to and post here.
-A. Barker

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

Elvis + Meatloaf:
Elvis loved food and that has been no secret. But, little do most people know he had his own meatloaf recipe. This is what I'll have for dinner. I'll sit the hamburger out to thaw when I go home for lunch.
Weird I didn't know this. Here ya' go:

Issue Date: D Magazine SEPT 1983,
Posted On: 9/1/1983

Yeah, sure, Buffalo George Toomer is having a ball taking care of his new restaurant, Gen-aro's Tropical, but no one-not even George himself-thought that this endeavor would merit his undivided attention (is there even such a thing with him?) As usual, Toomer has his hands in about 10 different projects. Two of his most promising projects aren't in Dallas, though. They're in Hollywood.
Toomer's Hollywood connection is actor/producer/director Stuart Margolin, who recently got Toomer involved in a major television production company, which is now working on a pilot for a show Toomer wrote entitled Alex of Suburbia. The plot centers on Alex, who left his cushy junior executive position during the Sixties to become a plumber in a commune. (Yes, a plumber in a commune.) Alex is called back to reality to take care of his long-lost children when his ex-wife is killed in a freak accident (she's a collector of strange statues, and, while hauling home a large concrete deer, she runs into a beer truck and is crushed by the stone deer). Dad then has to become reacquainted with his children-a punk-rock guitar-playing son and two daughters (one, a social butterfly; the other, a sports fanatic).
Toomer is working on six episodes to follow the pilot and says he will soon know whether or not one of the major networks will pick up the series. His other project is apparently being negotiated through the same studio and is rather serious. It's a madefor-TV movie starring Eileen Brennan. The plot details the life of a photojournalist who's injured in El Salvador and becomes a paraplegic. Toomer says that he originally wrote the script for a male lead, but when he found out that Brennan was looking for a script, he decided that the gender of the character could be changed.
Toomer says he's also working on two other projects: a possible syndicated commentary for cable television-a sort of World According to Toomer series; and a book on neosocialist graphics, for which he will travel to Russia to research. In the meantime, you'll find him at Genaro's, mixing up mean servings of pez espada (swordfish kebabs) and potent margaritas.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Just found this:

Zookeeper, (KZEW 98.5radio station I think. A.B. ) I have copies and originals ...

I also have a copy of the "Fool's Day Parade" that we aired on April Fool's Day 1976. While the parade was a pre-recorded fabrication of Buffalo George Toomer, many people assumed it was real. Buffalo George wrote all the bits and we produced them out as though we had a booth at an actual parade. We really did get some calls at the station from people who had come from out of town to watch the parade and were pissed they couldn't find it.

From "D" MAGAZINE 1983
"On April Fool's Day, hundreds of people gathered downtown for the event, which (April Fool's!) did not happen. Not really, that is. Instead, Toomer and KZEW staff members broadcast the "imaginary extravaganza," using Toomer's hilarious script and taped crowd noises.

As grand marshal of the parade, Buffalo George kept the listening audience abreast of the bogus happenings: The Texas Rangers' float was pulled out of the parade, and the Rangers were ticketed by police for impersonating a major-league baseball team; The Dallas Morning News float couldn't complete the parade route since, according to Toomer, "it had never been able to make a left turn."
The Dallas Marijuana Society's float was seen in hot pursuit of the Frito-Lay float, which carried several hundred pounds of munchies. A good time was had by all, except for those looking for the announced starting point of the parade -the "intersection" of two streets that do not intersect."

This is fucking classic Buffalo George Toomer!

RIP Buffalo George Toomer

R.I.P. Buffalo George Toomer Sr.:
I got the news today (from Phil Hollenbeck) that they found George Toomer dead in his home yesterday. I wasn't surprised, but I still cried. I love that guy. He called me a week and a half ago to tell me that even though we didn't speak to each other as often as we used to that he knew that we were still really great friends. I agreed. I'll miss him and take every lesson that he ever taught me to heart. I remember asking him if he needed anything, like I would do everyday because I was his assistant and he would reply "A pile of cocaine about this tall (motioning with his cigar hand) and a girlfriend that will butt-fuck on the first date." And then he would smile in that George Toomer way (with his eyes). He was a Dallas celebrity and one of the best illustrators ever. The guy had an eye and knew his books and history. Goodbye, George. Rest easy buddy.
Aaron Barker

UPDATE: Spoke with Phil Hollenbeck and he spoke with Pat Foss (one of George's dearest friends). Pat said that Krista (I'm assuming George's new assistant) found George in bed on Monday. He apparently passed away in his sleep. Thank God for that. George's body is still at the medical examiners office being autopsied and there has been no plans made for a service at this time. I'll post when I hear more.

So, last week I performed at the talent show at work. It went pretty well. This huge conference room was packed and I had the whole damned crowd up clapping, dancing and singing. It was pretty cool. The next day I was told by the organizer that there was 250 people in that room. WOW! I've never rocked 250 people before. What an experience. They gave me a disc of pics and a video. As soon as I get the video ready I'll post it to the video portion of Stay tuned folks. More to come. Thanks for the interest.
P.S. I think I look really cute in these photos ... beard and all.

Hollywood Babylon:
One of my most favorite books ever. Kenneth Anger's 1959 book is an awesome history of Hollywoods seedy underbelly. Stories of Mary Astor, Jayne Mansfield, W.C. Fields and the works. Great stories, gruesome photos and all. here is what wikipedia says about it. Interesting:

Hollywood Babylon

From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia

Hollywood Babylon is a book by avant-garde filmmaker Kenneth Anger which details the sordid scandals of many famous and infamous Hollywood denizens from the 1900s to the 1950s. First published in the US in 1965, it was banned ten days later and would not be republished until 1975. Upon its second release, the New York Times said of it, "If a book such as this can be said to have charm, it lies in the fact that here is a book without one single redeeming merit."[1]


Originally published in French in 1959 by J.J. Pauvert (Paris, France) as Hollywood Babylone,[2] the first U.S. edition of Hollywood Babylon was published in 1965 by Associated Professional Services of Phoenix, Arizona.[3] A second U.S. edition was published by Simon and Schuster and released in 1975 after a series of copyright conflicts.[4]

The book details the stories of Hollywood stars from the beginning of film in the 1910s to stars of the 1960s including stories about Lupe Vélez, Rudolph Valentino, Olive Thomas, Thelma Todd, Juanita Hansen, Alma Rubens, Barbara La Marr, and Marilyn Monroe. Hollywood Babylon also featured chapters on the Fatty Arbuckle-Virginia Rappe scandal, the murder of William Desmond Taylor, the Hollywood Blacklist, the murder of Sharon Tate, and the Confidential magazine lawsuits.


Many of Anger's claims have been called into question and debated since the book's initial publication.[1] The book also featured graphic images, such as the scene of the traffic accident which killed Jayne Mansfield.[5]

The book has been responsible for several urban legends, mostly about the silent film stars it covered. Its responsible for the rumor that Clara Bow had slept with the entire USC football team which has been debunked countless times.[1] Bow's sons considered suing Anger at the time of the second release.[6]

Hollywood Babylon has also been the source of the rumor about a sexual relationship between Ramon Novarro and Rudolph Valentino.[1] Although Navarro was gay, there has never been any proof that Navarro and Valentino were anything more than acquaintances. In a 1962 interview, Navarro stated that he met Valentino "only once".[7] Anger also wrote that Novarro had died with an Art Deco dildo, an alleged gift from Valentino, shoved down his throat. No such gift existed, and no such object was found at the crime scene.[8]


Hollywood Babylon II was published in 1984.[9] It was greatly expanded in format but was not as well received as the first book. It covered stars from the 1920s to the 1970s. Though slightly more accurate the book still suffers from the same troubles as the first.

Anger stated for years he intended to write a Hollywood Babylon III.[4] In 2008 a third book, titled Hollywood Babylon: It's Back!, was written by Darwin Porter and Danforth Prince and had no participation or association with Anger.[4] Anger was reportedly so upset he placed a curse on the authors (Anger is a self proclaimed Thelemite).[10]

Effie Dropbottom: Fucking A too fucking funny. I just about fell out of my chair just a second ago. A fucking drunken female impresonator. Isn't that called a fucking transvestite? All I got to say is tell it like it is. This is the butt ugliest drag queen ever. Fo' sho'.

That's Boobs-Tastic

And another one: Stag Film should change their name to Stag Party and have a record cover like this. I think it would sell very well. At least I would buy a copy.

I got it Bad

I got it Bad: She's got it bad and so do I. Damn!

Thursday, July 09, 2009

All I'm gonna say is fuck you Bill Murray is a genius.
"and Lee Harvey! You are a mad man! When you stole that cow and your friend tried to make it with the cow! I wanna party with you, cowboy!"
Then: "Chicks dig me because I rarely wear underwear and when I do it's usually something unusual."
-A. Barker

Wednesday, July 08, 2009

I just saw bacon on the sidewalk. Geez, bacon is everywhere.

William Bryan Massey III:
Ok, Motherfuckers let me just say I rarely answer my phone if I don't recognize the number calling. Now, last night I got a weird number calling me that I did not answer. Then, I got a voice message. It said, "Aaron Barker .... What the fuck? I check my e-mail once a year. Call me back ... this is William Bryan Massey III." It took a little while to realize who this fellow was. He is this drunken Texas poet that I really like and admire. Think a redneck Bukowski from Texas. I have one of his books titled "Found On Road Dead: The First of the Aledo Poems '05" I love his shit. I guess I must have e-mailed him a while back. He returned my message. The only other writer to do this was Barry Gifford (Wild At Heart, Sailor's Holiday etc.), he returned my call personally and gave me his home address for me to send him my books to sign, in which he did. I've got a recording machine and this guys tele number so tonight when I get off of work. I'm gonna call him. We will see what happens. Until then, watch the video below and keep your eyes peeled for his limited edition handmade, self published books. He makes them out of recycled materials like beer 12-pack cartons and shit. Fuck me.
-A. Barker

Thursday, July 02, 2009

Probably won't be posting over the holiday weekend so, I thought I'd share some July 4th inspirational images that I found on this webber-thingy-magig. First off is this dope ass July 4th Independence bicycle. Truly pimp. Don't even fuck with this kid's patriotism cause he's got all of us cornered on that market. Second is weird a photo of some guys in overalls, patriotic colored shirts and pipes. Looks like my folks from Oklahoma. Gotta love that shit.
And last is the dopest fucking trashcan ever. Wish I had that m.f. for my house you know? Damn somebody make me one of those for Christmas for Christ sakes I am a Bicentennial baby.
Have a good weekend and be safe. Keeping the West Wild since 1976!
A. Barker