Friday, July 06, 2007

Slicing Up Eyeballs (Or, Doolittle Summer)

I'm veering off course here...I just looked back at the last week's worth of postings and I realized that most of what I've written recently has to do with haircolor, drinking, camp iconography, and, um, drinking.

So, here's a jam from the summer of 1989: "Debaser" by the Pixies. Their album Doolittle never left my walkman. I was holed up in Chicago (well, Evanston, really) for a summer program and was making videos and short films and was coming to the realization that I was gay through and through.

What "Debaser" had to do with that realization, I do not know. Its references to Un Chien Andalou? Who knows.

I do know my art-fagdom turned a deeper shade of magenta that summer.

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