Thursday, December 28, 2006

Finally some website updates

Well as I said before I've been slacking on many things. I'm trying to right the wrongs here. I put up some of the recent pieces I've finished and, more importantly, updated the navigation on the Oils and Acrylics page.

Yesterday I mentioned to Jenny that I was thinking of throwing some thumbnails on my site per request of more than a handful of faithful viewers. She being smarter than me and more web-savy, guided me to the website I needed to make the slick flash files that you'll see when you kindly click the link to my art site.


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After the new year I'll be working on the commissions that are slowly rolling in post x-mas.

Another thing I'm looking into is a mailing list.

If you'd like to receive updates via-email please drop me a line at matt AT hookermedia DOT com with the subject "mailing list".

Tuesday, December 26, 2006

Last Christmas

Dammit. George Michael's "Last Christmas" is stuck in my head yet again today because of someone's myspace page playing the song.

Oh what a whirlwind of idiocy this Holiday season has been.

Last year was Holiday Bender time. Everyone in the house, including our many houseguests, was all-guns-blazingly drunk most of the time from December 1st to New Years Eve. This year money's a little tighter and we're all a little older.

I had a show Friday night and opted to stay dry for that. Saturday I cooked a sweet ass dinner. Chicken breasts with rock shrimp white wine sauce. First try came out pretty good I must say.

Sunday I got my younger brother to come out for Christmas Eve kareoke. He drank about a half dozen rum and cokes and then polished off most of a liter of jack after we got back to the house.

I was livid the rest of the night as he tried giving me the drunken heart to heart. I had to drive both of us down to Cape Cod yesterday while he kept making loud clicking sounds with his throat as he choked back vomit. It was wonderful.

All in all it was a nice Christmas. Hope everyone had a good day too.

Thursday, December 21, 2006

Splorsch

I walk out of my building tonight at about 10:15. I see my motorcycle parked across the street where it's been since 4 pm.

See a dude strolling behind it.

I get about halfway across the street just in time to see the dude spray a geyser of puke directly behind my motorcycle. Like tire-splashingly close. Thanks, dickhead. He parks a half gallon or so on the sidewalk behind my bike and then stumbles ten paces and repeats the process next to some trashbags in front of a bar.

I start the Admiral up and it smells like cheap beer everywhere.




DELICIOUS!!

I've been everywhere, man?

No.

It's become more and more clear to me... I don't have a passport.

The furthest I've been off of North America is the Bahamas for a few hours. I checked out the Garden of the Groves and Sidney Portier's house.

Check out the lyrics to Led Zeppelin's "Immigrant Song".

I have every resource of the modern man (except for my own personal jet) needed to travel to far away lands.

No dice as of yet.

Every time I travel out of state I remark to myself how strange it is to wake up in one state and go to sleep in another.

Sometimes on tour I can't keep track of the day, the city, the state, the timezone... etc. But it's not enough.

My buddy Keith who's staying with us until the 30th is a drum technician for high-profile bands. He shuffled in tonight while I was mixing a session I did last month and lamented about how though he thought he had the week off he got called to fly down to NYC to do Letterman with the band he's currently working for. Last time he was here he geared up for Japan before leaving our house.

Wanderlust I believe they call it. It grips me so.

Wednesday, December 20, 2006

King of slackasses

I've been slacking on all sorts of shit lately. Though I've gotten files ready to show new paintings on the website, I haven't uploaded them yet. I haven't exercised in a week. I still haven't changed the oil plug on my motorcycle. I have one painting that still isn't done for Christmas (but it will be goddamit). I never blog anymore. Oh and worst of all I haven't bought a single xmas present.

Wait no I did last night.

After watching Christmas Vacation with my mom on Sunday night I ordered her a set of these bad boys.

But like a moron I got them delivered to my house instead.

I'm not making any promises, but I'm going to try to pull my head out of my ass soon.

I wish I had pictures to post on here. I spent Saturday afternoon wearing cowboy boots and a snakeskin thong, drinking recklessly on my friend's backporch, flanked by two brethren; one wearing a pink thong that read "balls deep" on the crotch with matching pink Chuck Taylors; the other wearing a less flashy thong.

Goddam dead batteries.

Tuesday, December 19, 2006

Back from NC

Oh joy. I'm back home finally.

Flight down was fine.

Rental car was expensive.

Got a mini van.

Saturday night my friend tried peeing out the side door of said mini van on the highway, resulting in pee covering the inside wall of the mini van.

Mini vans are good for whipping around turns while burning tires.

Chopping wood is therapeutic.

Having your mother's husband ask why the hell you used the small ax rather than the far-easier wood splitter after you already chopped all the wood is comical.

I finally rode a sport bike. It was odd. Sitting forward on a motorcycle that can hit 80 mph in third gear is odd for a guy who has always rode cruisers. Fun, but odd.

Riding in a t-shirt in December is even more odd.

Waking up on a couch with an 85 pound doberman between your chest and the backrest of the couch is a terrible fate after a night of jager bombs and shitty college bars.

The south brings out the worst in people's diets.

There are no sidewalks in NC.

I can't think right now. Still waiting for the fog to clear.

Glad to be back above the Mason Dixon line.

Tuesday, December 12, 2006

Fuck you, new blogger

Quit making me sign in twice. Remember me when I click "remember me"

Goddamit.

Anyways. Here are a few things I've learned in the past 24 hours.

If you eat a salad for dinner it needs to be big since it's a just salad.

Asian rub panfried chicken, red chard, broccoli, croutons and avocado will do nicely.

If you eat this concoction out of a large mixing bowl a few hours before going to bed you will, upon lying down for sleep, wake yourself up with a seven-second foghorn of ass.

If you roll over and absent-mindedly readjust your blankets, you will unleash the contents of the Arc of the covenant from underneath your covers.

And this will happen.

You will not be able to fall asleep for another fifteen minutes.

Also...

UPS is expensive.

It may not be smart taking a motorcycle to work on a night that will probably dip to the low 30's, but it sure is fun.

Showering, packing and ironing are overrated.

I eat like a bear. Not volume wise, but in regards to how I'd rather let stuff sit for a while before eating it. I can eat twice as much reheated pasta as I can fresh pasta at a restaurant table.

Cereal must be semi-soft.

Bananas must be near-fruit fly stage.

Alright that's enough.

Monday, December 11, 2006

Weekend recap

Friday night I had a great time playing the Middle East upstairs with RAOV. The crowd was nuts and I think after years of having pretty much only friends in the crowd... we actually have fans. People I've never seen before coming out to check out the show.

Damn good night all around.

Saturday All Fired Up had a disastrous time making it to our show at the Shriner's Auditorium. We dealt with forgotten gear, a parking ticket, a car accident, inadequate equipment issues, hell, high water, locusts, rivers of magma... etc. But in the end we ended up playing for a thousand people that night. It was awesome.

Sunday I woke up stiff as a board after sleeping on my friend's couch. I watched a few episodes of pimp my ride for some reason. Idiot.

Headed back to Quincy and hit up my uncles' house for a turkey sandwich and the first quarter of the Patriot's latest abortion.

Went to Weymouth to see my buddy get married. Drank a lot.

Took the bike into work today. Tonight I have to finish the hell out of my last commissions before Christmas.

I'm leaving for NC two days from now and I'm planning on dropping off the face of the earth more or less.

I need it.

Thursday, December 07, 2006

All Fizzled Out

So the show last night went well. Really well. Lots of rock. Hot chicks. Booze.

The set we played was a trainwreck, from Johnny's bass drum sliding away from him for the first four songs, to me unplugging my own amp three times, to missed notes and fucked up timing... but it still went well. The people were rocked.

Speaking of trainwrecks, today I woke up in leather pants on a couch and realized that I was still drunk. At 1:20 PM. Also realized I left my shoes at Johnny's house, and wearing tattered cowboy boots to my boring white guy office job wouldn't really work out too well.

Went to TJ Maxx and found that they have no men's shoes at the Brighton location. With time ticking I was given a lift to Faneuil Hall where I bought a hideous lumberjack buttondown from American Eagle and some brown dress shoes from ... some shoe store... thus spending my hard earned cut of the show money on shitty clothing for this stupid job I'm sitting at.

So far I've ingested a pink star burst and a hershey kiss for breakfast.

At least I got most of the eyeliner off before schlepping through the door. Most.

Wednesday, December 06, 2006

Wonderful

Last night was great. I saw people I haven't seen in over a year, I met new people, I hung with old friends, the vibe was cool, I didn't pass out, the food was good, everyone dug the art as far as I could tell....etc.

A sincere thank you to everyone who showed up and even to those of you who entertained the thought but never made it out. It was a Tuesday afterall, and who the hell goes out on a Tuesday?

The website is due for updates and I'll be working on them soon. I have three shows to play this week between my real band and my 80's cover band so I'm still feeling the heat.

Anyone waiting for their commissions, know this: I'm working my ass off to get them to you before Christmas. Here's one I finished last night:



Karen, I hope you like it.

Tonight I'm busting out of work and heading to the Sports Depot in Allston to rock the panties off a bunch of Girls. Bartender girls, college girls, suicide girls, fat girls, thin girls...etc.

All Fired Up


Rejoice. For it is only Wednesday.

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Tuesday, December 05, 2006

Drawn, Hung, Quartered

Shot, stabbed, poisoned, etc. Thusly, Vigo was killed.

Hung.

Not William Hung.



Bolo Yeung?



NO.

Hung. As in... the art show at the Other Side Cafe Tonight at 9 pm is hung. Thank Christ.

Me and Jenny were there from midnight to 2:30 am hanging shit with crappy wire and crappy hooks.

I'm running on three hours sleep.

Later on...get out of work at 4.

Go to RAOV practice.

Go to art opening.

Hope to see you there.

If anyone is a George Romero fan you should come. I'm going to be a fucking zombie for sure.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Weekend recap

Saturday night my roomate and I were talking about Monday mornings in our offices.

Most coworkers are like...

"How was the weekend?"

"Oh it was good. Me and the lady went to an improv comedy show. We hadn't had a wild night out like that in months!"

"Did you catch Saturday night live? It was actually hilarious for once"

"Oh heavens no. I was asleep by 8 after I cooked myself some hamburger helper stroganoff."



And when asked how the weekend was we have to bite our tongues and say "hmmm. It. It was fine. Low key."

That's my go-to lie. "Low Key"

This weekend was low key though. Friday was a relaxed night. Got out early. Went home and quietly worked on paintings.

Saturday I took the motorcycle up to 80's cover band practice and then headed home and picked up groceries for dinner.

Then I hit up the art store for canvas and finished Vigo.

Then I put on black leather pants and in the 35 degree climate, shirtlessly hung upside down from a rafter 13 feet off the ground in the saloon we have next to the house for a video the 80's cover band is going to use at our shows on Wednesday and Saturday.

Then I videotaped two girls wearing next to nothing with a guy on our pool table. Same purpose. Not a personal video library thing.

Sunday I painted all day alongside my roomate who was dressed like Batman the entire evening in our office.

No real crazy moments. But I still muttered "low key" when I got in here hours ago.


Rock on, weekend warriors.

ALL FIRED UP

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