Wednesday, June 07, 2006

i love him but i hate him

this is kostas - he listens to music while he works just like any other artist, but when he does it it's ten times cooler than the average person. he has a warehouse studio with exposed piping. he wears a beany. there are bars on his window, like a caged beast he crouches instead of stands for the photo shoot. he has not one but two cd players. i'm probably going to go to the opening at someday where the people are beautiful and the beer's jamaican. if i see him, i'll pretend that i know who he is but don't care and silently slip a note behind one of his paintings that says - you are pretentious and very like a lot of other artists, but we should have babies together. ..

9 Comments:

Blogger Dave said...

You sculpt a pleasant word-picture of the world of art.

3:50 AM  
Blogger idahorn said...

thankyou dave, you sculpt the world of music like a born again michelangelo

4:11 AM  
Anonymous Anonymous said...

imgoingtio vgtu

4:20 AM  
Blogger person #093485y43675 said...

sorry i messed that one up...
i wanna go too. unlike you however i've not seen all of lost and would therefore miss out... what a decision to make. or it would be if i couldn;t have lost taped and then watch it on friday...

4:21 AM  
Anonymous gun street girl said...

I think we should go to that thing ida, I will come with you if you promise to really leave that note...
with your number...
{we can find out what your mobile number is if you get some credit...}

4:24 AM  
Blogger idahorn said...

mobiles are for the mobile, i'm on crutches

4:26 AM  
Anonymous childoflynch said...

Davey boy is right. Your poetry, prose and wit this day - spectacular.

Perhaps tomorrow you will have language no more.

5:27 AM  
Blogger idahorn said...

thats right - tomorrow in maara land there is nospeakingday, said very quickly and with a lisp

5:30 AM  
Anonymous childoflynch said...

Perhaps you'll have moved to a higher plane. In case this is the case, I have included some tips for safe travel:

"There is a plane of consciousness that is just white light. It is all encompassing and fills all space. You are in and of the white light. You are formless except for the overwhelming brilliance of it. It shocks the consciousness because it is so white that it is hard to mentally digest. In this whiteness is all knowing. The information is pure and instantaneous. When I entered this light, I knew things that no one else knew (but later confirmed) such as the moment of my step-mother's death. You do not think here, you KNOW here."

Best pack some antacids.

5:37 AM  

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