Queen Kwong at the Echo Curio

Photo by Lou O'Bedlam

Sincerity is hard to come by in Echo Park, especially at night. Drive by the Echo any Friday, and you’re bound to see a dozen idiots with tight jeans, mullets, and Loverboy headbands; Bad outfits to convey irony, where the intent is actually to conform. So when I read that Queen Kwong was performing at the Echo Curio, I was a little skeptical.

The Echo Curio is on Sunset, a ten-minute walk from my house. I got there around 10pm, right at the end of Daniel Ahearn's set. I made my way to the back of the room packed with people, home-made décor, and various items on consignment. I had hoped to find a spot near some circuit-bent music gear (at the shop the last time I checked), but instead found myself near some used books (such as Helter Skelter) and DVDs (such as The Cult Life).

Queen Kwong – AKA Carre Callaway – and her support quickly got in front of the crowd as a group of her friends walked out of the back room of the shop. Some of the friends carried paper cat masks on Popsicle sticks that she had made before the show. She wanted them to hold the masks up in front of their faces as she played. I figured this was to distance herself; it would be easier to sing candid lyrics to a front row of friends that way...one of them told me later that she just really loved cats. Supported by a bassist and keyboardist (who also wore cat masks), Queen Kwong opened up with “Eddie the Kid”, a wall of sound powered by a Fender Mustang.

Barring a couple of deviations into other arrangements, Queen Kwong’s sound is a soft voice against texture. The contrast heightens the stark, direct nature of her singing style. I really enjoyed the set; my only criticism is that it was too short.

Buy Queen Kwong's MP3 EP Love Is A Bruise at Amazon.

Read my other Music Performance Posts:
CSS & Natalie Portman's Shaved Head at The Echoplex.
Meat Beat Manifesto at The Knitting Factory.

Sistene Buckle - First Rough Backround

Here is a rough background for the next cartoon - going for more of a Bruce Timm meets Scooby Doo look this time around.




In other news, I finally uploaded some pics to my flickr account, mostly reference photos for backgrounds & props.

wrist-rocket

An eleven-year-old convinces his mother to buy him a wrist-rocket when they vacation out of state. Wrist-rockets were really no different that any other slingshot you could buy, but "wrist-rocket" was a much more A-Team sounding name, so they tended to be more popular with the armchair commandos of 1986.

The eleven-year-old walks to Oak Grove cemetery with his pal & his pal's little brother to try the wrist-rocket out. The pal brings his black folding knife with panther insignia on the handle, the most ninja thing he could buy at Mr. Han's Army-Navy Surplus. The little brother carries ammo for the wrist-rocket.

The three kids only get about thirty yards into the cemetery when they run into another two kids on BMX bikes. These two were the arch-enemies of the week, selected for their special role due to an altercation earlier that same day. One of the BMX bandits tosses a flare grenade, freshly concocted with a home chemistry set and a white-out bottle. The malfunctioning flare grenade bounces off the eleven-year-old's leg, unharmed by the grenade sparks. He fires off two rounds with the wrist-rocket, and the BMX bandits ride off. Our three heroes are victorious.

Until they turn around and see the patrol-car pulling up.

The cop questions the eleven-year-old about the wrist-rocket. The kid says the three of them were walking back from a friend's house, and he was just bringing the wrist-rocket home. They weren't in the cemetery to shoot anything; they were just taking a short cut on their walk. The cop asks the other kid if he has any weapons. The kid lies about the panther pocket knife. Almost satisfied, the cop asks the little brother if he has anything on him.

"Just some rocks," the little brother replies.

The cop takes the wrist-rocket and drives off.


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Twenty-one years later, the eleven-year-old is a cop, dead at thirty-two from what sketchy newspaper articles report as a self-inflicted gunshot would.

This is the second instance of something horrible happening with someone I grew up with in my hometown. Last year a guy I used to skate with back in high school actually killed someone. I used to think that my hometown - Fall River - was just another broken-down town to escape, hopefully with all your marbles intact and without knocking someone up. Now Fall River really seems like something to survive.

Back in Los Angeles I'm still trudging along with my handful of projects. One of the projects was recently shelved by a writing partner - which fucked my shit up pretty badly - but at least I learned something about writing in the process, and obviously life could be much worse. After finishing up the Sistene Buckle I may try writing something about Fall River...if I can get a handle on what Fall River does to the people who live there.

Sistene Buckle Designs

Some designs for the next cartoon:







Also, check out my favorite adaptation of the Tell-Tale Heart.

-tg

animation

clips

Started collecting my favorite skate clips on You Tube - they took down Video Days and the Powell rubber boys clip, but the rest of the stuff is still great.

two stereos wrapped in an old t-shirt

I haven't had the time to skate much recently with the pre-Christmas bullshit bottleneck, but last week I managed to get out for a bit, and get an early Christmas present to boot. Ursula was occupied with Christmas shopping on Saturday, so I skated to Chango’s again for some lunch, then headed to Sunset Blvd. Along the way I see two 45 symbols from Stereo thrown up near the House of Spirits. I happen to ride a Stereo myself.

Skating around Sunset and Echo Park Blvd. was fun, so I decide to make my way down to the parking blocks in front of the 4100 bar that I always spy on my work commute. Unfortunately, it starts raining – hard – so I start to walk back home. As I walk past the fire station to cross the street, Chris Pastras rolls up to the corner. We talk for a second, and he actually gets out of his rig in the rain and gives me a deck from the trunk. Not only is this supercool, but pretty ironic, considering every time I skate kids ask me for gear; if you're old and on a board they assume you're a pro.

I trudged the rest of the way home, two stereos in hand, wrapped in an old t-shirt.

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Norma & Margie now showing at Newgrounds

"Norma & Margie" is now showing at Newgrounds, a kickass animation portal by the makers of Alien Hominid. Please stop by & cast your vote for your two favorite extra-dimensional couriers!

Thanks.