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It wasn’t a flute, dammit

It’s only the giving that makes you what you are — the prophet Ian Anderson  “I miss records,” Mo said. Sometimes I supsect Mo has a surveillance device in my brain. I have been thinking a lot lately about returning … Continue reading

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living with an artist, part 14

It’s late. I’m hungry. I want a Little Something. And there’s a cupcake in the fridge. Except it’s not a cupcake. It’s a still life subject.  Mo paints cupcakes. I suspect it’s because when you paint fruit, all you have … Continue reading

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living with an artist, part 14

conversation with an arteest: me: why did you draw a sheep to illustrate pot roast? mo: it was 11:30. me: oh. google should offer a translation service. (p.s. there wasn’t actually any pot in it. deceptive advertising.)

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“It’s weird to feel like you miss someone you’re not even sure you know.” — david foster wallace

When there’s nothing left to burn, you have to set yourself on fire — the prophet torquil campbell — I had googled the above quote, which is part song lyric and part rallying cry for a disenfranchised  electorate, just to … Continue reading

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you can trust me not to think

The past is gone but something might be found to take its place — the prophet hopkins — Mo is standing in the perfect spot for the show. It’s about 20 feet back from the stage, the little elevated area … Continue reading

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just another friday night at the Ass Bar

one day, you’re a hopeless introvert wondering how you ever got involved with a bunch of crazy artists. the next day, you’re wondering how you could ever possibly live without them.

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living with an artist, part 12

longtime readers will recall that mo was torn between curt cobain and georgia o’keeffe as the subject of an homage for an upcoming show. but as we walked out of the studio late that night, nirvana’s “teen spirit” came blasting … Continue reading

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