All the good shit was at the bottom, so I cut it off and made it a new
top:

p.s. I put up a note about Jennyanykind at the web thing. ha ha ha.

But they're playing the Coffeehouse on the 30th with Crowsdell, so show
up then instead. Go see John Howie this weekend after first descending
upon R. Allen's house earlier Saturday evening to see the amazing Hourly
Radio play in his living room.

Also, because Karen Mann is a fuckup, you might have gotten the
impression from the Indy that the Louis Remy Mignot landscape show at
the NCMA ran until the 19th. You would have been mistaken. It closed
Sunday. I got tired of all the goddamn sunsets, but that giant green
glowing painting of Niagara is the final definitive statement on that
particular subject matter. Jesus. 

That man must've had some kind of compound insect eyes that let him view
light as some kind of tangible solid, because he just got on all *sides*
of it. He knew it as if he'd been able to pick it up and turn it back
and forth in his hands.

*Not* closed, however, is Lump. The ad says "Furniture as Functional
Art" which is a lot of well-finished Japanese-temple inspired tables and
some cool expensive chairs and one massive $3000 metal bedframe, but
what it really is, is a good lazy afternoon's chat with Bill, because
he's minding the gallery and, well, when you're minding the gallery
there's nothing to do *but* chat.

*And*, it's the various odds and ends of 2-D art hung on the walls,
including an amazing foot-tall graphic of a tooth, well, Mr. Tooth
(title: Get a Huff of Mr. Tooth) on this great piece of weathered
plywood, by Anonymous, price "make an offer." The offers I heard were
about $75 less than I would say would be reasonable (given that my
notions of reasonable are skewed, I suppose), so it's there for the
taking.

Were I not in the throes of paying for "Power of Tower," the WXDU
benefit CD which will be in stores in approximately 2 weeks (as in, the
printer is committed to 2 weeks turnaround and the finished CDs are in
the back seat of my car, so there you go) I'd have it myself.

But so, yeah, Lump. Bill. He'll play you the new Stereolab he picked up
in Chicago.

A handful of Onion Head Monsters, a Dale Flattum or two, and some crazy
stuff that's made out of, apparently, metal and glass and dried rivulets
of hot glue and which reminded me, for no apparent reason, of the M&M
stuff at the NC Artists Exhibit, which it actually was unlike. Something
about the vaguely sickly milky sheen of it all.

And (my recall for names is just horrendous), um, I wanna say Michael
Salter but I bet I made that name up just now, Sarah will tell ya, a
long case (pool-cue case? Oboe case?) filled to the brim with
carefully-newspaper-and-string-wrapped little boxes. Which was visually
very nice, though it escaped making any sort of impact on me in any
other way.

In other words, since the furniture is all over, they've hung up some
stuff they like to provide counterpoint, which meant they didn't have to
curate it, per se, that is to say there's no theme other than "stuff we
like" which is more than theme enough.

Unlike some upcoming show (when? I don't know yet) called the Yellow
show, which is pretty much self-explanatory. More or less open call for
Yellow art, so if you've made any, well, keep your eyes peeled for date
and time. Interpret "Yellow" however you like.

I'll save the story about the next show, Ben somebody, who paints car
doors--"You paint *on* car doors? No, I paint pictures *of* car doors"--
for closer to date of opening.

Ross
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