The Human Canvas at the After-Party!

Meet Ralphyy.  

And that's NOT a typo.

A koi has become kinda quick by now...

Still though...

I DO like to get the step-by-step shots.

This'n turned out well, and it's a cool process...

Which makes for a cool slideshow, if yer so equipped.

So...

Meet Ralphyy Bardoux, guitarist with 

Dead End Gypsies.

I'd gone to see Cam Loves LLND 

at The Wire in Upland California. When Ralphyy 

walked into the venue, dark as it was, I thought Vinnie 

Vincent was walking up to the stage to sat hi to Cam. 

It was DARK, okay? And out here, you really, truly, DON'T know who's gonna walk into ANY club.

It was a cool night, 

with Cam's band being the best of the evening. Original material (I do believe) throughout their set.

Rounding out the group - Tommy Lopez on drums, and brothers Adam and Ryan V, on lead guitar and bass, respectively. 

I met Cam through another 

friend out here, and I have to say... 

His story got my attention.

Cam introduced himself to me by 

saying that due to some unfortunate circumstances 

(which I don't know if I should go into here), 

he had died - then been brought 

back to life. 

He did some musical reorganization, 

has been cranking out new material, and recently 

appeared onstage with Carlos Cavazo 

(you know...the guy who 

replaced Randy Rhodes in Quiot Riot? 

Now in Ratt? Yeah, him).

Cam told me all this, and my first thought was, 

"Jesus! He got to play with Carlos Cavazo? 

At THAT age?"

It wasn't until WAYYYYyyyyy... 

later that I thought to myself, "Wait a minute. 

Did he say he died, and was 

brought back?"

But that's another story.

It was great to catch this band, 

though Cam told me later that the size of the 

venue severely prohibited some choreography which 

would normally be included. 

I'd totally go see these guys again though. 

And I truly appreciate being invited to the after-party. 

This is where the Human Canvas session 

with Ralphyy took place. 

Besides Ralphyy, 

I did another canvas that night. 

Unfortunately, this is the only photo from that one. 

I think I kinda petered out on the mid-section, toward 

the tail. I DO however like the color blend on the 

TIP of the tail. I also quite like the head, 

and the little burst of fire.

Oh well. Ever learning. 

I DID crank out a REALLY nice dragon 

on a friend a few weeks later. 

We'll get to that.

Having to work rather early 

in LA the next day, Ryan was amongst 

the the first to leave. While I WAS able to get 

right next to the stage for some photos earlier in the 

evening, Ryan was always on the other side. 

So - he DID oblige me with a photo 

on his way out the door. 

But given his look, the photo didn't seem quite right... 

Until we struck a fitting pose.

Thanks again to everyone, 

canvas or not, involved in making this night a success! 

It was a great night of great music. Also, some new friends, 

and the continuing adventures of the Human Canvas... 

In all SORTS of surroundings!

Thanks again, Cam.

And thank YOU.

For stopping by, for spreading the word, 

And MAYBE even for being the next canvas! 

I'm ALWAYS looking!

The Beastie Boys Adam Yauch - RIP MCA

"Hey. One of The Beastie Boys just died."

This is what I was told as I walked into work, debating whether to turn on my computer or go say hi to everyone while on the way to pretending to check my mailbox.

"One of the BEASTIE BOYS just died?
They're - like - MY age. Which one?"

"Adam Yauch."

"MCA? What...how...when..."

I said that I hoped it wasn't drug-related, but was told, "Well, at 47, you don't just die."

Man. Thanks, Joe.

This is how the day got going.  My rather flip, defense-mechanism reaction was to say, "Well, at least we'll get some Beastie Boys on the air today" (I work at an NPR affiliate, KVCR, San Bernardino). At this point, it was still breaking news - we were yet to find out it was cancer. Cancer.

I also called it at that point that the sound clip

would be Fight For Your Right, from License to Ill.

I was right, though later the NPR folk would also use cuts

from Check Your Head. And MAJOR Kudos to the folks at Marketplace for using audio bits from Girls, Brass Monkey, AND No Sleep 'Til Brooklyn! 

(YEAH, MAN! so whatcha whatcha want whatcha want!)

Do YOU ever start bangin' your head to the beat

of music used during a mention of someone passing away? That's what I found MYself doing.

I felt funny about it - for a second.

Then it seemed okay. Appropriate, actually. Much like drinking and singing at an Irish wake, it stays in tune

with the spirit  of the person who we're

remembering.

When Richard Wright (who shares my birthday)

passed  away, I listened to Shine On You Crazy Diamond.

Over and over. I do this anyway, actually, but on that day especially - I REALLY wanted to feel Wright. He and Gilmour were always my favorite parts of ANY incarnation of that band.

When Jerry Garcia died,

the NPR folk were playing A Touch of Grey
when they made the announcement. At first I thought,
"Yeah, sure, latch onto the most recent Dead song that
received any pop airplay . Whatever. Tell it to the hand"
Later I decided it was QUITE nice. And just perfect.
There are TOO many lyrics inside that song
that made it the right one to play.

And  - I GOTTA say -
it's a fun song.

With Wilson Picket, we got Mustang Sally.

With Jerry Lieber - any NUMBER of novelty songs

that might make you laugh.

Some 7 or 8 years ago, I was a pallbearer

at a funeral for a friend, and I let loose a brief

burst of laughter as the chosen music got started.

It was Pink Floyd's Animals, and soon some of the lyrics

got me crying - again. But that laughter? It's not that

anything was funny. I knew ahead of time what the music was gonna be. Man, I was even one of the ones saying, "Yeah.
USE Animals. It's for HIM - not for ANYONE else."
I was being pulled from one state of
mind to another. It was an
emotional burst.
A reaction.

But it was also some truth.

Truth.

T.

We were all gathered together in mourning, and there was some sad, funeral home-provided music playing. When Floyd kicked in - we were brought back to John - and brought back to his world. Our world. Turns out that music was, indeed, 
FOR EVERYONE 

The thing about Fight For Your Right, is 
that The Beasties wrote and recorded it as a parody,

and rarely (if ever?) played it at a show (I know I read this somewhere, but I've since been told by a friend that both times she's caught them in concert, they did play it).

So at first - my reaction was no.  Don't play that one.

But wait a minute. This is what launched them into EVERYONE'S faces. MTV.
All that.

Three Jewish kids going from hardcore punk,
to breaking all and out THROUGH the hip hop scene,
and through at least a half-dozen more albums, not being afraid to laugh and find humor (and more)

in their words, and even play 
their own instruments.

That's the Beastie Boys.

So despite my initial reaction, the song DID get me - for a moment - nodding my head while silently screaming the lyrics. Inappropriate for remembrance of someone's

passing?

It seemed so.

But only for a second.

Then it was just right.

It's what takes us RIGHT back to that moment...

Or to that person.