Kim Deitch!


One of our favorite artists is rolling through town in time with the release of his new awesome book, Alias the Cat. Kim Deitch will be signing copies of the new book at 6pm at Family and then at 8pm he is guest programmer at The Silent Movie Theatre (just up the street from family) where he will present an eclectic selection of fightin' girl serials and shorts! Pearl White! Ruth Roland! Harry Houdini! Episodes from The Iron Claw, Lightning Raider, Plunder and much more!
Kim Deitch is widely regarded as one of the best cartoonists of his generation. A seminal figure in the Underground Comix movement in the 1960s, he has worked nonstop for the last 30 years. The new graphic novel from the author of The Boulevard of Broken Dreams ("A masterpiece"--Time), is one of the wildest, surrealistic bittersweet pieces of work you will ever read. Pygmie islands, talking dolls, midget towns built to scale, madness, autobiography, cats, and obsession all blend together in Alias the Cat, creating an eye bending classic and one of Deitch's best works.
A large limited edition silkscreen print of Deitch's poster will be for sale while supplies last too.
Come join us for what will undoubtebly by a totally rad night of comics and movies.
For tickets just click here.

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This Sunday: Ariel Pink's Haunted Graffiti Live!


New songs, Old standards, New band, 8pm, This Sunday. Word.

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Goodbye Emil!


Also, its Nabakov's birthday.

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All Hail Zettwoch!


Dan Zettwoch is one of my very favorite artists. His work, especially his recent comic strips, are marvels of both form and content, a chicken walk yuk-yuk tone that belies a truly complex and layered world of emotions and character (a world that equally conjures up Wilford Brimley and early Black Flag all at once). Funny and smart and wonderfully specific in way you dont see often in comics. I have never been to Kentucky or to church or on a submarine, but Zettwoch's work makes you feel you know a place in all its minute Nicholson Baker-esque details.
His blog is full of great stuff. Comics, prints, halloween costumes, paintings, how-to's, birth anouncements, history, travel diaries, urinal doors, mad fold-ins, and on and on. All excellent. Whenever I need inspiration his blog is a constant place to go for a gentle hand on the shoulder pep talk and lesson on How It Is Done. I even go through the archives regularly, searching for a sketchbook diagram or painting or hot rod design that'll just stick in my mind for weeks and weeks that I just need to revisit.
The Raddest.
I know this is not much of a post, and really I should try to write a proper essay on Zettwoch, as the work deserves it and I think I would learn a lot, but not today. Posting here is getting more and more difficult as I have a general rule not to talk about my own work, which is fine. Except for those weeks and or months that I am not engaging with 'art' in any way critically except for my own work (like now). Also, I try only to write about stuff I like-no shit talking. so yeah, its a bit limiting.
This quick post is just to lead you somewhere you may not already know about.
you owe me, bitches.

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sads photos


Thanks all of you who came out!
Scroll down here for more photos.
And yes, that's Miranda July playing the typewriter.

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The Sads Debut


Flyer by Mike Mills
SATURDAY, APRIL 14TH
THE SADS - RECORD RELEASE SHOW @ FAMILY

Aaron Rose is a renaissance man. Founder of NY's Alleged Gallery and curator of the travelling exhibition/book 'Beautiful Losers', he's also a publisher, writer, teacher, producer, artist and now debuting a musical project, The Sads. The self-titled album is released through LA's 'Teardrops', a lavish vinyl package featuring cover art by artist Matt Leines, and a collage insert by Rose. Yes, all instruments were played by Rose too, a lo-lo-fi Garageband production, utilising such effects as typewriter key tapping and something that sounds like a metal detector. Rose spans genres, making each his own, from jaunty jazz numbers with keyboard horn sections, to sombre folk numbers ala Palace's Arise Therefore, to child-like, Satie-esque, piano-based compositions. His singing is earnest and unaffected, without sounding affectedly unaffected. By Rose's own admission, The Sads is 'the audio equivalent of a failing relationship in a Godard movie.' Live, Rose will be accompanied by an LA supergroup, with David Scott Stone on modular synth, Dave Monick on drums, and Aska Natsuniya on keys. They've been rehearsing assiduously - apparently Rose is very nervous. Go and ease his nerves. Word is there'll even be an Unsane cover.

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Bob Clark 1941-2007


Bob Clark is well known for writing and directing Porky's and A Christmas Story, but his second feature Deathdream (aka Dead of Night) made in 1974 with Alan Orsmby is one of the great lost horror films of the seventies. A family is told of the death of their son Andy (Richard Backus) in Vietnam. Later that same night Andy shows up at the front door. But he is different, detached...And a truck driver has been found dead nearby drained of blood.
It's pretty impossible not to see a deeper subtext within the movie even if you're not usually inclined to that sort of thing. Deathdream was made while the Vietnam war was still raging, so the idea of a blood starved ghoul back from the dead who is a war veteran, becomes a pretty good externalization of both the number of veterans who returned from Vietnam as junkies (at one point Andy uses a syringe to inject blood) as well as for the those veterans so emotionally damaged as to be zombies.
Deathdream also has a desperation that is essential to all good horror stories, both in the "monster" of Andy and played out in different ways through his parents. In is mother who can't accept her son is a blood hungry ghoul and his father (played by John Marley-the the guy who discovers the horse head in his bed in the Godfather!) who is trying to hold things together with what's left. The mother played by Lynn Carlin is both scary and heartbreaking in her refusal to see anything is wrong and her useless effort to make things good. Carlin's performance is hair raising. Richard Backus plays it a little too intense for my liking, maybe a bit too one dimensional, but it grows on you. and as it unfolds you realize the film's focus is more concerned with everything around him and not really that interested in him. There is something about the general setting of the small Florida town, seventies kitchens, and drive-in theaters, that watching the movie today, it can't not drip with a certain odd suburban (i.e. family) nostalgia.
It builds a snowball like momentum as miscommunication and destruction leads to inevitable doom. but its a doom that affects barely anyone. The whole film is focused on a tight family unit creating an intimate tragedy. The last scene of the film with Andy and his mother in a shallow grave surrounded by bewildered onlookers is amazing.
Bob Clark also made Black Christmas, the first modern slasher movie. Fuck you Halloween.

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