DAVID CHOE-SABER-HERBERT BAGLIONE
DESTROY THE WEST COAST
SEP.6th- SAN DIEGO- Agenda trade show
SEP.8th,9th - LOS ANGELES - Workmen's on melrose
SEP 11th- FRESNO - FTK
SEP 13th - SACRAMENTO - IKON
SEP 14th - BERKELEY - UPPER PLAYGROUND
SEP 15th- SAN FRANCISCO - UPPER PLAYGROUND
SEP 16th - SAN JOSE - Workmen's
SEP 19TH- PORTLAND - UPPER PLAYGROUND
SEP 21st - SEATTLE- 35th NORTH
THUMBS UP! FINALE...
IT's almost over!!!! beside's
VBS.TV
i guess you can watch my show thumbs up! on myspacetv, youtube, and yahoo now
so that's fucking awesome, i think this next wednsday might be the final episode for season one,
but guess what , me and harry just got back from the north pole and finished filming THUMBS UP! 2!!, we hitched , hiked, and hopped from tiajuana to alaska, and the trip ended with the film crew having a mutiny against me . anyways it's only gonna be like ten thousand times better than the first season. who know's when they'll be edited, it would be cool if they put all the episodes on one dvd, with a picture book or some shit , anyways, here's some flicks of how fucking awesome season 2,is gonna be, plus two older episodes off youtube.
see them all at:
http://www.brightcove.com/channel.jsp?channel=598199&lineup=376800958&firstVideo=0
fucked SIDEWAYS....
don't get high off your own supply.
one of the most fucked up things from the time i was a starving artist till even today is.
people are cheap, they don't value art and they don't want to pay for it.
for the first 5 years in my career i worked for little or nothing and was more than happy, about even getting a job.
the fucked up part is, when i'm working for free for a magazine or a record cover or whatever, it would be cool to get a complimentary copy sent to you since, i'm not getting anything else that's helping with the rent. the people that don't hook it up
are scumbags and assholes. half the magazine's i've done illustrations for .i've never even seen the final result in print. and i like print. i like touching stuff. so that sucks for me, anyways one of the worst offenders is bonny doon(i hate to plug them ,but it's bonnydoonvineyard.com), they are a wacky winery in california that has artist's like ralph steadman and gary taxali making thier labels, over two years ago they hired me to paint live for one of thier private wine parties, and it was cool ,they paid me and that was it, cut to two months ago, hanging out with my friend andrew and he cracks open a bottle of choe wine?!??!? what the fuck?!? the dude's had taken a photo of what i painted that day, two years ago and made a wine using my art, and never even fucking told me about it, anyways they're fuckers for doing that, but they ended up paying me and sending over a couple cases of wine, the best part is they even spelled my name wrong on the bottle.
try to find a bottle it's impossible to find.
TRAINS
I’ve hopped freights over the rockies , through the swamps of the south , bridges over the Mississippi , but one of the most breathtaking rides is the line going up California to the pacific northwest, I made sure we got a boxcar with both sides open because the ocean is on the left and majestic forests and mountain ranges are to the right . the thing people don’t know about California is ,once you get north past sacramento, it’s some of the shittiest meanest racist mother fuckers on the planet, worse than the dirty south. Along these tracks before I took this picture 3 dirty white kids followed us on bikes, our faces were black and purple because we were shoving blackberries in our mouths from a bush near the tracks, they started throwing rocks at us and called us nigger pies! We asked them where their parents were, dad’s dead and mom’s at home fucking a nigger. They thought my white friends were cute and that me and my jap friend were the color of pee and wondered how we were able to see with such small eyes. I admit I was pretty steamed and said some very hurtful racist things back, when you see a grown up in a racist shouting match with an 8 year old girl, you know life is rad!
TRAIN HOPPERS
my 3 buddies plus me makes 4, nobody thinks 4 dudes hitchhiking on the side of the road will ever get picked up. But we did, once by a guy with aids that begged us during the ride if he could suck any one of our dicks, he told joey he had dick sucking lips, and we all almost puked. After we got grossed out we hopped trains from L.A. to Eugene ,Oregon. This train wasn’t going very fast, so I was able to take the dramatic flick and then jump back on, it wasn’t a very good idea because the trains can pick up speed pretty fast, when jumping for a train use tremendous upper body strength to pull yourself up , if not it can rip your arm out the socket. we were all 23 years old in this picture ,the last summer before we all moved to different parts of America to find wives and jobs.
DRUMZ
a lot of bands have two guitarists, one dude keeps the flow and rhythm like izzy and one dude fucking shreds and melt s your brain like SLASH . why doesn’t this concept cross over to drums, drums are fucking rad, marching bands are fucking rad, every band should have one ringo and one Zach Hill, almost every band that has two drummers fucking shreds! SLIPKNOT,And You Will Know Us by the Trail of Dead, The Feelies, PAVEMENT, Genesis,The Allman Brothers, and Most Motown releases feature two drummers in the backing band. This is my band the KOREANS GONE BAD, we have 16 drummers.
KIM
the KIM’s rocked my world, not the Koreans down the street, but kim Gordon and kim deal, before the kim’s came along it was all AXL. But since the kim’s came along it’s been impertive that any band I’ve ever been in has to have a female singer to balance out the testosterone.start the song with a fuzzy david carradine clip from roadside prophets come in with a little feedback, pound in an awesome breakbeat, keep it at mid tempo rock , with a bitchin drummer, a dude screaming in pain , and a girl with an angelic voice singing over him telling him it’s gonna be ok . I just basically wrote you a recipe for musical extacy and the perfect formula for band drama.(breeders-little fury, sonic youth- JC) these girls are all in KGB and all our songs sound like “where is my mind” by the pixies
AA
I was going through a hard time in my life, and I was taking it out on society through vandalism and graffiti, fucked up girls become strippers and whores fucked up boys become thieves and vandals. I turned the corner and saw men and women of all shapes and colors chain smoking and drinking coffee in the parking lot, I asked harry what’s that building? he said that’s Alcoholics anonymous . I started to get angry and self righteous, but then when I was painting this I was laughing the whole time. Because I was drunk.
TOMMY’S STORE
Perpetrating the stereotype, my cousin tommy is a Korean liquor store owner.Unlike the movies and songs, the blacks that frequent tommy’s, shop have no desire to see his store burn down or see him dead. In fact they love him and his brindled pitbull “TAI” which he got off a crackhead in the parking lot, for a pack of smokes. He know’s his regulars by first name and knows what brand of cigs they all smoke. Tai keeps a fierce one eye on the register and another one,on would be shoplifters. Pay for the funyons or get splashed with the tech
SUPERMAN STORIES II is out
the part where superman gets shot in the eyeball in the new
superman movie was fun, the t.v. series smallville is consistently good,
especially cause kristen kreuk is fun to look at, but since the day i been into comics, i've waited for the superman
story to rival frank miller's batman stories, and i found it with mark russell's
superman stories, even though it's not technically a comic , you
won't find a better son of jor-el tale out there, he's the kilgore trout of
krypton , it's like he wrote the story using that green crystal in the fortress
of solitude. i pray for the day he lets me illustrate one of his stories
well mark let me do the cover
and on the cover we have supes
with his pompador
his cape is his favorite " banky"
it was a wash day
he's in his tighty whities
and sports socks
he's got a "slayer " shirt on but duct taped out "LAYER"
so he's got the slayer "S"
and two of dr. simius' apes
http://dreadful-blog.livejournal.com/
If you'd like to order a copy directly, you can order one online at www.powells.com or more cheaply by sending $5 per copy directly to my business address at:
The Penny Dreadful
3148 SE Salmon Ste C
Portland, OR 97214
Please make any checks payable to Mark Russell.
What follows is a brief excerpt from Superman Stories II:
As the novelty of married life wore off, Superman and Lois decided to spice things up by getting cable television. This was also part of their resolution to start doing more things at home, since meals eaten in restaurants and trips to the movie theater were increasingly accompanied by unpleasantness. If there was some sort of problem with the bill, or if somebody was talking or kicking their seat at a movie theater, a single sharp stare or an angry word from Superman would usually send waiters into a blubbering torrent of apologies or cause the offending group of moviegoers to get up and leave the theater, rather than risk offending Superman further. These inevitable conflicts left Superman with the unenviable choice of enduring abuse in silence or speaking up and feeling guilty about it afterwards. Better to just stay home and avoid the dilemma altogether, Superman decided.
Soon after getting cable TV, Superman discovered what would soon become his favorite television show: Animal Cops. Superman found himself spending hours lying on the couch, watching episode after episode of the true-life rescues of neglected and battered animals.
On one episode, there was a story about a dog who had run away from home and somehow made his way onto the interstate highway. Mid-day traffic had all but crawled to a halt as the dog galloped blithely towards Chicago. As the dog created mayhem and disruption in the lives of everyone around him, Superman was suddenly reminded of his old companion, Superdog.
On another episode, the Animal Cops raided the house of a man who had illegally been keeping a tiger in his back yard. They had to coax the massive beast into the back of a van with a hunk of chicken. Their normal van, which was equipped with cages and harnesses, was at the mechanic's shop. Instead, they had to use their personal car.
Transporting a 600 pound Bengal tiger with razor-sharp claws and three-inch fangs in a twenty-year-old Dodge Caravan turned out to be something of a bad idea. The feeling of movement underneath its feet upset the tiger, a feeling it expressed with a deafening roar. The driver heard the tiger fidgeting restlessly, and glanced back nervously from time to time to check on the animal. The only restraint, physical or spiritual, which kept the agitated tiger from killing everyone on board was a ludicrously flimsy leash held by a sixty-year-old woman. She tried to calm the animal by shaking a small baby rattle while saying his name.
"Charlie Bacon..." she called out to him tenuously, the rattle shaking in accompaniment. "Charlie Bacon...."
To everybody's relief, the tiger eventually settled into the experience and for the rest of the journey, Charlie Bacon contentedly perched his head just inside the van's back window and quietly watched the other cars on the freeway as they sailed past. Every now and then a driver would look up to find a 600 lb Bengal tiger staring back at them from the rear window of a 1985 Dodge Caravan, causing them slam on the brakes in terror, nervously change lanes or take the next exit off the freeway.
Superman wondered if this might also be the way people felt about him.
FOTO REFERENCE
my mom and dad didn't know each other when they were this young, but through the magic of painting now they do!
look for more in the new photo issue of VICE. and then check out the new cover for the next issue of VICE magazine you might recognize the artwork.
http://www.viceland.com/int/v14n7/htdocs/choe.php?country=us
http://www.viceland.com/int/v14n8/htdocs/index.php?country=us
Big geezer's are coming to town...
it's always fun to be on tour , because then you don't have to deal with real life problems.
look for munko the giant whale balloon in the Dietch parade in New york city on sept. 8th
i'll be in new york the week before , but from the 7th till the 21st of september i'll be touring the west coast with the monsters of art, SABER and Herbert Baglione for the upper playground tour here's the schedule.
FUCK YOU....
you're buying the print to turn a quick profit on ebay, there's plenty of people that want these prints, to keep, not just to make money, it's a free country , do whatever you want, but your bridge is burned, the whole point of these prints was to make something affordable for people who can't afford the original paintings anymore, all your doing is fucking it up.
THANK YOU.....
no less than 4 hours after i posted the last blog, about our second print, did we sell them all out.
i just want to say thanks to everyone who supports us.
love- david choe
by the way who got the albino print?
i just want to say thanks to everyone who supports us.
love- david choe
by the way who got the albino print?
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