drawing by F, McCoo
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well its mid_week here in San Marc, i think i am having that reception over in Tamboles that bar over in Austin this Saturday, , i have to check back with the gallery for deatials, and shoot the work up over there,

I also ended up redoing alot of the work over there in the warhouse. its been good therapy fo rme to be over there yelling at these guys about "the life" and what not, one of the things i like about the warehouse is its sorta an art cult,.
A while back the house here, i don't know about six years ago got hold of this video "Pimpsup/Hoesdown" the movie had an impact on the house all the guys started quating from the movie we threw lines on women from the movie and then we sarted talking about the life or the game, I think the movie, which is fasinating in itself was about these pimps lifes and determination to get respect at the Players Ball,. it takes on these like superhero-glamor and stubborn worship of the "life" that is manipulating women and getting payed. Any Femmist who see this movie would explode! . but to our house what was catchy wasn't the womens issues but the way these black men talked, the dialoge of there own determination to be the "Pimp of the Year" that had there owen style about it,.(gesture)
I am a bit older , miss the Hipp hopp thing but this new generations from the 90's know all about this movie, and the glamorazation of pimpology, a couple of the guys over at the warehouse knew about the movie so we start thowing lines at each other. its sorta a language, but lets make no mistake about it i am a white boy from suberia, part of the slacker crowd from Austin and wannabe bluesman from the 30's, and have the over kill butch shit from the 90's. This movie had an hypnotic effect apone the house, its like gestureing, or falling into these lines, i do that alot, fall into lines of characters form some of my favorite movies, when the situwation seem right, and i don't know why but with all my troubles with Tonya my exgirlfriend, they all seemed to be cured when i started to act like a black man (what ever that means).
The movie was almost like an inspiraltional with all the catch phrazes and postions on life and what to do, especialy about how to manage women,. which is what the pimps talked about alot. you got the feeling like you were privy to this strange and fucked up world of theirs., it almost a studie of relationships men and women in some twisted way,
None the less., it had its effect,.
The game and the internal "streets" like actors on a a stage, the "game remains the same but the players come and go" kinda like painting i have always felt and believed in, its a game, and now in this subjective time in art, there are no rules,. which begs the question is there a game to all this, , bothersome to who believes in rules and games, mainly rules of conduct, , i believe in painting as rule of conduct in which you devotely worship what you imagine, its internal an indistructiable ethics of craftsmanship and vision, lost in a sea of popkitch and silly high-art over intelectualisations ,.
sorta like the pimps vision of who they are., they were born into this, its what they gots to do, and being marginalised is part of the process,
but this cultic need for respect, with in its members and the drunken party drama it entales , makes the movie , tragic in all, male or female?

sketch from F McCoo,

Posted by chickengeorge at January 19, 2005 11:39 AM