My arm now smells like a baby’s ass (post wipe)
Drawing by Junko Mizuno.
I think I’m gonna get another one in a couple weeks. If my wallet will allow.
C.R.E.A.M.- sad but true
Peace and potatoes,
Jose “Bootsy” Garibaldi
So I got a photobucket account. Hopefully I could get situated and
start hosting on MTP again.
But uh, yeah. Not much to say that these sketches and previous
posts haven’t. Enjoy these and have a good weekend. Catch you on
the flipside, meetches!
The first four are concept sketches for a story I’m writing and will be out this summer. Details at 11.
If you have any questions, etc about this last one here, please refer to the previous post. Thank you.
Take it easy. Remember- Intel, Pickel and Pete Rock at Zentra
tomorrow. You know you wanna.
as usual, all characters, art, words, etc on this blog are ©2006 Jose
Garibaldi. reposting is prohibited without my permission.
*sorry if I sound dramatic*
Last night, I did the worst thing I’ve ever had to do in my life. I drew a line in the sand, and told her that neither of us could cross that line. She’s the one person I never ever wanted out of my life, and I told her this before. that she could stay. that she had to stay, even as friends. But I learned the hard way that I could no longer withstand the fucking torment I went through being at home alone without her. I had to grow a sack and do what needed to be done.
I felt like turning back every step of the way, and eating every word that came out of my mouth. I hate seeing her in tears, I hate being in tears.
But it’s about self preservation. I’m sick and this is what I need to do to get better. It’s growing up and it sucks.
So this is goodbye.
I love you.
Thanks to everybody who came out last Saturday to get down to the
sounds of the Analog Addicts while myself, Katie and Chris painted.
That shit was a blast, and from what I heard (and saw) you all did,
Let me start with my trip to Milwaukee on Friday. the eight of us
(Sang, Anne, Jason, Adam, Jake, Brandy and Katie) braved a
snowstorm to watch Intel spin with Why B and Kid Cut Up. Milan
painted some ill shit. I jumped on the boards for a second. Saw
Wayne, who I haven’t seen in a while. um…. Then six of us decided
to ride back in my car that same night. Poor brandy! Thanks to Sang
for diving. STEAK AND SHAKE! STEAK AND SHAKE! I got
home around 6am or so. slept in, ate lunch at hot doug’s with sang
and adam, napped, then got ready for the jam.
Saturdays live art night was off the hook (as I mentioned above).
Didn’t think I would make it on time, but it all worked out. When I
do the live art thing, I usually work on muliple pieces (as does Jim
and Dave and Milan). While one piece dries, I work on another. Or
if one piece is a disaster, I work on another, then come back to try
and save it. This board at Trevia had to be at least 6+ feet. I don’t
usually sketch out my paintings either (for live art, that is). I’ll lay
down a base color for the b.g. then improvise the figures, etc. Since
this was the only piece I was working on, I thought I better bust a
sketch first. Now, people asked if I have an idea of what to paint
before I show up. The answer is no, I don’t. The sketch I layed down
(with a light grey marker) was straight up spontaneity.
I did not think I’d finish the piece at all. There is about a foot left
blank at the top of the board that my short arms couldn’t reach. I’m
Anyway, at the end of the night, Jake was goin off with those jams. I
turn around to see people dancing and singing and having an all
around good time. Fuck yeah. I can’t wait to do it again. Thanks
again to the Analog Addicts and Trevia for doing this…….
me painting. Photo by Intel
Me n Katie B in the place to be. Photo by Intel
The finished piece
the next day, me n the gang had lunch at the Pacific Cafe.Talking
about the drama that unfolded just hours earlier….
to the left…
to the right..
See y’all on the flipside.
memeber: all images 2006 Jose Garibaldi, ‘Cept Intel’s pictures. thems is 2006 Jason Deuchler
Anyway, stayed up late the past couple nights juggling this NYC
Mech pin-up and some Mad shit. I can’t wait for Sunday, so I could
sit around and do nothing. I thought I was about to lose it, trying to
concentrate on work, thinking about other things…. And the caffeine
only makes it worse. I back up to a half a pack of cigs again (I was
down to one or two a day, and close to quitting. Then the shit hit the
I’ve got my idea for my project romantic story, and I’m excited
about it. It’s almost bad timing to be writing about romance and all
that goofy shit, but it’s from the heart straight up. Fictional stories,
I’m going to put my foot down and turn down any free work anyone
asks of me. I’m just burnt out. I’m dying to work on my own ideas
and I can’t do that if I’m always saying okay to everything that come
my way. And thas it.
This NYC Mech pin up kicked my ass. It was meant to be in B&W,
but Ivan wanted it in color. Since my fuckin ego won’t let anybody
else color my shit, I had to tear that son of a bitch apart to separate
the layers, color it, then reassemble. After about 30 false
starts facing a looming deadline, I finally came to something I was
somewhat comfortable with. Not entirely happy with it, but it’ll do.
Tell me what you think.
I may go back into it someday, to satisfy my soul.
What’s going on this weekend? TomorrowI’m taking a trip to the
land of Beer andCheese with the Deejays .
then on Saturday….
Flyer design by Jake Rockwell…
Hope to see youse guys this weekend!
I’m fuggin cranky and I want to sleep.
But I still want to go to Lava Lounge tonight. Who wants
to join me?
was just a test. I’m just checking out the privacy settings on this
blog. I’m not trying to be a dick or hold people at arms length. I’m
usually not too shy about posting personal things on this blog. I’ve
dragged a bunch of you through some of my daily woes, often
revealing a little more than I care to.
Right now, only my family members and people who are very close
to me, who know me better than most can view that last blog, It’s
going to remain that way. There may be times I feel like posting
something very personal, and I don’t want the world to read it.I
doubt this would happen often, if at all. Like I said, it was only a test.
It’s not a slight, it’s not a dis, I still love you all….
As for this weekend, Tomorrow (Sat the 14th) I will be at the Abbey
Pub for my man Sang’s birthday party. Peanut Butter Wolf, D
Styles, Pugz Atomz and Intel will be in full effect.
Tonight, I will most likely be at the Black Beetle. Then Pickel and I
will most likely head up to Trevia for some celebratin.
Don’t know how much hanging out I’ll get to do this weekend, or
next week even, since I’ve an asshole’s worth of deadlines to meet.
But get at me anyway and we’ll see what’s crackin. Thanks.
peace is the word.
only a select few of you should be able to read this.
holler if you hear me.
this is only a test