Art for no reason
...and the Belair Lip Bombs of Melbourne.
Here’s some artwork for you hot off the press or as some have been know to say, “still steamin’!”. Sometimes it’s best not to overthink ideas that come out of your head. The important thing is that they are mostly finished and either destined for the dumpster or the Sotheby’s gavel. Sold to the person in the back inadvertently stretching!
On a more interesting note, there’s definitely something in the water down in Melbourne these days that is nourishing a lot of great bands. Melbourne sometimes feels like a version of Minneapolis, another cow town that has a long history of birthing great bands and artists. (I’m not sure that Melbourne will ever produce their version of Prince but we’ll let that slide.) A friend of mine (thanks Paul) just alerted me to the band The Belair Lip Bombs who hail from the southern seaside town of Frankston, a place that locals lovingly refer to as “Fraangas” with a silent G. Their recordings are super tight with fabulous vocals and delivery from Maisie Everett. Their sound to me feels a lot like the great pop guitar bands from the 90’s ala Superchunk and Weezer, her vocals reminiscent of Harriet Wheeler from the English band The Sundays, a band that will forever reside in a little pocket in my left ventricle. Or is it my right? The rhythm section is killer and with jangly sonic guitars flowing over the top or at times, under the hood, you’ve got the complete package baby. Super hooky and as original as a band can be these days. These kids can play. They just signed with Jack White’s Third Man Records so let’s see where they go from here.
So back to my latest piece of art. Feel free to read into whatever message or story that strikes your fancy and report back if you’re so inclined. I see this as a portrait that could easily hang on a wall over a grand fireplace in a lodge in Scotland, a castle in Majorca or an antebellum mansion in the Deep South. Perhaps this is someone’s relative from 1848 who rose to be a 4 Star General purely through cheating at push ups and excelling at pipe smoking and went on to deviously sign war treaties with his pencil head knowing that he could command some underling to erase them if need be. If you have a lot of crypto, it’s for sale.
Here’s the video for The Belair Lip Bombs song Hey You.
Stay artful…