Monday, February 11, 2008

the scan quality is kind of bad, but here it is if you dont go to the show tonight
hp/no age/skint/rings/picture planes flier for 2/11/08

the flier i told you about


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Roy Scheider, perhaps best remembered for his role as the police chief in 1975's Jaws, has passed away.

The actor died Sunday at the University of Arkansas for Medical Sciences hospital in Little Rock, Arkansas.

Scheider had been treated for multiple myeloma at the hospital's Myeloma Institute for Research and Therapy for the past two years and had battled with blood cancer for the past three years.

He was 75.










when i was in 8th or 7th grade (14 or 13 maybe?) i helped casey and her mom at this very fancy Hamptons benefit for the arts or sea mammals,or both(actually working at this event is what made me fall in love with working at shows or organizing them even if they are super tiny or illegal) making flower arrangements, place settings, and running around trying to make everything look good. towards the middle of the affair casey's mom told me and the other 5 girls that were helping that we had to go from table to table and try and sell the beautiful gerber daisy floral arrangements we spent 6 hours creating (and bleeding from cutting our fingers by accident). most people were truly nice and generous however when we got to one particular table, the grouchiest man on earth looked me striaght in the eye as i was asking him if he'd like to purchase the centerpiece and he growled a crotchety "no!"

it turned out to be roy scheider. i think i might've let a sarcastic slur slip and told him that i wished jaws had ate him, but i politely moved on to dfferent folks including nicole miller (fashion designer) and told her that i admired her dresses even though i couldnt afford one. she was super awesome nice b.t.w..


anyway, r.i.p dude. jaws was awesome.

Thursday, February 7, 2008

coming soon

i made a flier for monday's no age/high places/rings/skint show at market hotel.
i handed out a bunch at the soiled mattress/crash diet crew/soft circle thing yesterday.
im going to give more out at edan's show tonight and holly's going to scan and email
it to me tomorrow so i can post it online.

Wednesday, February 6, 2008

a flier i made and a podcast i love listening to on rainy days

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i made this flier for the show edan is throwing tomorrow night at dba.
edan started a website called http://www.entertain4every1.net
he's been booking hella shows.

i have been getting back into the flier making game lately.
the one above was actually a last minute deal because the poster i originally
made was too big for my workscanner so i had to come up with this one at the
last minute.
i am very shy about making drawings/collage because i sometimes get scared
that people are going to ignore them.


heres a really fun podcast of some tropical goodness i love listening to at work
when its cloudy outside. you should listen and eat pineapple and pretend that
you're sitting on the cliffs of jamaica overlooking a turquoise oasis of magic.
add a mini umbrella for good measure if you're feeling extra tropical.


http://www.statesrightsrecords.com/mp3s/rodcast-4jambajamba.mp3


p.s did anyone else notice that its like 60 degrees outside today?
i almost didnt wear a coat and almost went home to change into
weather appropriate clothing.

enjoy the warmth, who knows what tomorrow may bring.
love,
dorie
We are the music-makers,
And we are the dreamers of dreams,
Wandering by lone sea-breakers,
And sitting by desolate streams.
World-losers and world-forsakers,
Upon whom the pale moon gleams;
Yet we are the movers and shakers,
Of the world forever, it seems.
With wonderful deathless ditties
We build up the world's great cities,
And out of a fabulous story
We fashion an empire's glory:
One man with a dream, at pleasure,
Shall go forth and conquer a crown;
And three with a new song's measure
Can trample an empire down.
We, in the ages lying
In the buried past of the earth,
Built Nineveh with our sighing,
And Babel itself with our mirth;
And o'erthrew them with prophesying
To the old of the new world's worth;
For each age is a dream that is dying,
Or one that is coming to birth.

-- Arthur O'Shaughnessy