Eagles of Death Metal / Halloween

It's Sunday morning and I'm sitting in my kitchen with a smoke, coffee and leftover nachos. The whole house seems to be covered in a thin layer of spilled beer and there's trash and empty bottles everywhere. Today will be consumed by the daunting task of cleaning up and moving all our shit back into the house, but first- I thought I'd post some pictures of the past few days.

Thursday night was a treat- thanks to my sweet friend Kirk, who was picking up on my need for some dancing (he knows how I get.) I was stoked when he asked if I wanted to check out the Eagles of Death Metal show- even moreso when I found out Joey Castillo was playing drums on this tour. (Joey played drums for my spirit animal/alter-ego Glenn Danzig for... gosh... I think more than a decade and is now the drummer for Queens of the Stone Age.)

I got to the venue shortly after soundcheck to met up with Kirk's EoDM bro's- all of whom were very sweet, warm and interesting people. They invited me to ride with them down to their pre-show gig on Queen Anne. I felt very at home amongst the montage of classic cartoons, great hair and powerful mustaches that was their tour bus. Initially I thought the pre-show thing was just a CD signing but it ended up being a semi-accoustic gig with Jesse, Dave and Joey (who plays a mean barstool.)

The show later on at Neumo's was completely sold out and the crowd was extremely excited/drunk. Lars lot a lot of great pics. Here are a few of the goods:

Ok, this isn't necessarily the greatest picture, but you know what the mustache/crotch grab combo does to me...

Brian O'Connor- Big hands, great tone, AND a snappy dresser. The man is also extremely photogenic. Every band Lars shoots seems to have one member who the camera absolutely loves. We call this person the "Josh" of the band. Going over the shots from this particular show, Brian was beautiful in every last one.

Joey Castillo does not disappoint. Although EoDM's sound doesn't call him to completely fuck it up like some of his other gigs have, his power and precision are absolutely undeniable. He's a classic- hard and clean in his delivery and in a sense, tastefully understated. Watching this guy you don't get the sense that he's playing for his ego. He's just playing for the rock- and it completely fucking works. You see, he's REAL punk rock.

If you're looking at this picture and wondering, 'is Jesse wearing a different shirt?' the answer is yes. As a matter of fact, The Devil treated his wanton fans to several wardrobe changes, gradually revealing vaster and vaster expanses of glistening chest hair.

The show ended and I had bruised knees from my graceless slam-dancing. My friend Missa and I continued busting our moves on the dance floor until the bouncer threw us out. I can't believe he had the nerve, given the sweet ice skater lifts we were pulling off, but whatever. I don't like to cause any trouble so I headed out for a little air. We planned on leaving but kept getting distracted and ended up not getting home till after 2AM- allowing me less than four hours of sleep before getting up to get ready for our party. It was a bit of a rush, but we managed to pull it off in time- and it was relatively painless. Relatively.

We got some good shots, although like always Lars was busy entertaining and getting his party on through the thick of the evening- so we don't have shots of everyone. Lo siento. What we do have, however- is pretty sweet.

(these gorgeous masks were made by the beautiful and talented julie luke)

Lars felt it was important to have a karaoke machine. Much to my surprise, the people embraced it heartily- especially my sister, Pookie- who is quite the karaoke queen. I'd like to give her the overall best title, but unfortunately the title was a tie between Pookie and Mack Lawson. The two bonded over karaoke, treating us to countless heartfelt duets. I believe their single hits the street in December...

As some of you may know, Halloween was more than just the BEST HOLIDAY this year, it also marked the official release of the Ween Coloring Book. On a whim I set up the back room with a small table, two of the sample prints of The Ween Coloring Book and some pencils and crayons. Much to my delight, people did some really cool shit to it. These are two of my favorites...

I spent a good amount of time in that room, getting to know people over crayons. Most everyone had a Ween story. Coloring is therapeutic. I'm serious. If you haven't done it in awhile, you might give it a try. That little room definitely had colorers going strong all night long.

We even had an awesome and incredibly brown and snuggly group of furries drive up from Oregon.... (these wonderful costumes were made by Matthew Randy- the gorgeous leftmost bear..)

We were so fucking rock we even got a visit from the police. The SEXY POLICE!!! (AAAaaaw sheeeeit...)

By 5AM, most of the partygoers were gone. As odd as it sounds, these early morning hours are usually my favorite- despite being totally predictable and formulaic. It typically goes like this:

Ro6060 passes out somewhere hard (floor/sidewalk/roof...etc)

Lars, immediately triggered by the sound of Ro6060's snores becomes instantly unconscious and joins the chorus.

Rosa, too, eventually passed out on the beanbag, (tenderly spooning the coloring book.)

Once everyone is sleeping, Jake Jake and I usually spend a few hours discussing music, whether or not to go get snacks and our achy necks. After a few hours of good floor/bench sleeping, everyone was awake again and ready to face the day. I made coffee and Ro6060 disappeared into the basement. At first I thought he was heading downstairs to get a litttle more sleep, but within a few minutes we realized that his intention was in fact Sad Morning Karaoke.

For awhile we let him be, enjoying his Karaoke through the floorboards, but after a few cups of joe, we were ready to enjoy the action from front and center.

He was pleased with our validation and gave us quite the show. (Please also enjoy the costume-related injuries on his face.) We were starting to think it would never end, but after his rendition of "Somewhere Over the Rainbow" we knew he'd peaked.

We were still on our first pot of coffee when Weenja Beth stopped by to buy a piece. This one is special to me- and it's always a wonderful feeling to see my work go into the world. Thank you, Beth, for making the commute from out of state and supporting the cause. I really appreciate it.

And thanks to everyone who came out to the party. You guys were beautiful and made the night unforgettable. Check back here soon, i have a lot of things in the works- both in terms of art AND seeing Danzig. I also have a few things to say about the Spirit of the Mustache.

Praise the Mustache.

Love (Seriously),
Thea "Blacker than the Blackest Pits of Unholy Hell" Wolfe

Posted on 2 Nov 2008, 21:18
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Fading into Dreams (Seeking Full-Frontal Male Nudity)

These past couple weeks have been gorgeous; each day perfect and golden. I'm spending more time than usual smoking on the roof.

I've been happy, although inexplicably charged with a cracking electricity I can't seem to dispel. Even nature seems charged. Our overgrown "field" boasts remarkable and strange patterns (which my girlfriend Aegea refers to as our "crop circles") and we have ladybugs swarming the house. I went outside the other day and stepped into a storm of 30 or so ladybugs in flight. I've never really seen anything like it. It was gorgeous. I hear ladybugs are lucky. I must have lots of fortune coming my way.

Some of the little beetles are even trying to move in. Lars and I rescued and released 25 from the inside of our rooftop window alone. You're supposed to make wishes when you release a ladybug, but I guess I forgot. I usually have enough faith in the Forces that Be not to pray or wish. Once in awhile, though- you really need one. These ladybugs I just kissed and then blew out into the world.

Let's talk about another thing I dream about blowing into the world: Blonzig. Blonzig is my hypothetical Danzig cover band. I really want to do this but need musicians who can take themselves as seriously as Danzig and have the mustaches/tight pants/skillz to prove it. No short hair, please (because FUCK you if you try to headbang with short hair. You would need an impossibly powerful mustache to achieve the necessary balance....) I also need ladies with big hair who are willing to dance in leather panties and high heels. It's a very important part of the project.

I need more motivated friends who like to take things that EXTRA extra mile (the extra "extra" is where the flavor lives), but for now I'm just rollin' along... carving pumpkins and honing my Danzig-scat. It's definitely the most important use of my talent to date and absolutely drives the ladies wild.

Do you have special feelings for Glenn? Awhile back I realized that if I replaced my total lack of seriousness with a penis, i would be Danzig. Today I still only DREAM of being cool enough to make piercingly intense eye contact while powerlifting.

See how it is? Danzig is one of my spirit animals. I am totally serious. I can't wait to see him play in a couple weeks.

Speaking of the ROCK, if you want us to ROCK yo FAYCE off, please come to our annual Halloween bash this Friday. It kicks off at 8PM (21+ you better come in costume or i'll decorate your sorry ass). I think this is going to be a good one: Egg Hunt, Karaoke, Free Beer, Photo-booth, Pictures with Santa, my infamous Donut Tree and a lot of new art. I know I said I wasn't going to be showing again in 2008, but here we are. What can I say? I need the freedom to change my mind. If you're interested, there will be more than a dozen new pieces. And like, sixty-some older works. Bueno. Remember, buying art is a vote for another all inclusive Party. AND a vote for my ability to buy groceries. Gracias.

If you need directions/address for the party: sufficientmusician@hotmail.com

If the fancy strikes you, I just updated my portfolio, also.

All the good-bad Lovin',
President Thea the Almighty
(prefers Wrong Party)

P.S. I would greatly appreciate the names of any movies ya'll can think of which include full frontal male nudity. It's important for my upcoming body of work. I'd seriously love any movie titles you guys can give me! Thanks!! xo

Posted on 29 Oct 2008, 1:18
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