1:25 - 1:35 is the best thing.
It's ALL good!
I always wanted to know what a piece of raw liver sounded like.
Ha! Somehow, that comment makes perfect sense.
Thom, could you help me identify this picture?It was on the cover of Robert Storr's Disparities & Deformations: Our Grotesque. It might be just a detail of a bigger work.Sleuthing around the internet gave no results, so it's time to turn to real people with real knowledge.This seemed like it was a part of one of the movements you love.(I ask here in hopes that, if not you, somebody of the artful visitors might know this.Sorry if this isn't the right place!)
Hi Ana! That hideous image is somehow appropriate for this post! It was created by an artist named Tom Friedman. The book looks great!
Wow!Guess I was wrong about the movement - I thought it was one of the pre-WW2 ones - and about you liking it, but thanks for the id :D .(I went through some of his works, too, while trying to track down the picture, I guess my googling skills need work.)
I didn't say I didn't like it! But it is a hideous image, reminiscent of my one bad acid trip. I'm not even kidding.
I love that you could identify that image, Thom.We all know who to turn to!
There are medications for this voice in your head...particularly a clear liquid Russian preservative made from wheat, potatoes or something like that.
Da! Nyet! Kalinka! Stolichnaya! Rudolf Nureyev! Matryoshka!
Ra Ra Rasputin!
Oh, those Russians... Jx
There are moments where he is so beautifully computer generated he seems almost real! I love how they made the wig really look like a wig!BrianB
Was this an cut scene from "Dr Who- The Auton Invasion"?
Ironically, since I posted this it actually has become the voice in my head. Make it stop!!
kabuki has never been more afraid of someone. hold me
Oh no! This singer just died!
You've heard of The Curse of "Hello!"... Look, out, Mitzi! Jx
Gone to Fabulon?
Yes, see previous comment!At least we got to enjoy his talents while he was still alive...
Oh! Duh! Sorry!
Quite alright! I realize you were grief-stricken, as we all are.