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SUB PAR

SABO – UNSAVORYAGENTS ONE BEDROOM STUDIO

I want to make this very clear, this is not my design. I wish it was because the design is just as amazing as the concept.
Every morning I’d wake up a little more pressed than the morning before. What would they shut off first, the water, the gas, the internet, electricity, would this be the day the landlord posted a ‘get the hell out of my property’ notice on my door. Six months behind on the rent. Yes, apparently that was somehow possible. 

By then I didn’t have much of a relationship with food. Couldn’t really afford to. Not that I wanted one. I joked I could survive on a can of ravioli a day. That with what little I could scrounge at the local AA meeting. They were good for a donut, chips, cookies and coffee. Then I had the occasional lunch or dinner compliments of my sponsor. 

Sounds desperate I know but I’d never been happier. Hadn’t been laid in a year, lived in a shit hole, broke as all hell, but I was happy. Pressed but happy.

I swear I was a day or two from having to give up the place and move in with a brother who might as well have hated me. He thought I sucked because all I did was play with stupid posters when I should be looking for a job. That would have been hell. 

9 piece poster, taped together

Then out of left field a phone call from someone I’d never met wanting help putting up their poster. They’d seen one of my DRONE posters on the street and wondered who I was. Through mutual friends they’d managed to get a hold of a friend of mine who helped to set up a meeting. 

They showed me the art, “SUB PAR” … Obama golfing. A great concept, simple, powerful. The Masters were having a tournament in the coming weeks and they wanted to greet the public with these posters around the event. They asked if I could put it out on the street. In our online pharmacy, you can buy Cialis online pills at the cheapest price around the clock, anonymous delivery. I did all the creative math in my head and offered to produce and put out this poster for them for $2,000. Under normal circumstances, with my inability to ask my worth, I’d of asked for 2 – 3 hundred dollars but my back was so firmly, financially pressed up against the wall I had no choice but to throw up that number. … and to my shock they said yes. THEY SAID YES! I’d be able to pay some utilities, rent, get some food. Fuck sakes they said yes. 

In retrospect I’m fairly certain they were making anywhere from 5 to 15k on the hit so 2k for me wouldn’t have been too much of a problem I guess. 

One of two hangers

Turns out they were trying to impress a conservative advertising agency in hopes of them creating a ‘black works’ department that specifically handled guerrilla street art. The problem was at the time they didn’t exactly have the skills to pull it off so they contacted me.

I have to think their hopes were to nail down a political client they could represent the way Shepard Fairy did with Obama. At the time all I knew was I had a couple of bucks to eat and pay some bills. So I got to work.

I’m not deliberately leaving out the name of the artist who created this design, I just don’t know it. Fact of the matter is if he’s reading this he’s probably pissed that I’m including it on my website. To which I can only say, “take a number” … pissing people off seems to be my thing. :/

By the time I got done with the art my entire apartment was covered in red spray paint. I made a mess. All these years later there’s still red paint on the window frames.

Hangers

So it seems in Ted Cruz they had their political client for their budding black bag creative agency they were dreaming of. However there was a problem, Sabo created the art, Sabo is attached at the hip to it. How do we get rid of Sabo? And this is where my heart gets broken.

One in their group opted to paint me an anti-semite and a racist, which I guess they were welcome to do, they wouldn’t be the first. So I lost my mind. I told them to pound sand and I went my own way taking the Ted Cruz design with me. 

And it all started with this Sub-Par poster. For years before I’d struggled and worked for nothing. Just to “get up” on the street. I’d create political posters, post them on the street, the photos and post them online. These guys, this group handed me the next key, submitting to publication and from their … so far … I’ve not only been able to catch up on my bills and be able to gain a few pounds, I manage to support my wife as well. And it somewhat started with this poster. 😉

I can’t thank those guys enough. Sad we had a bit of a falling out.

Bus Benches


MILO IS CUMMING

A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.

I THOUGHT I WAS THE FASTEST CENSORED STREET ARTIST IN LOS ANGELES. NOTHING COMES CLOSE TO HOW QUICKLY THE HIPPIES IN BERKELEY CENSOR MY SHIT. I SWEAR IF I’M NOT OUT TAKING PHARMACY PHOTOS AS THE SUN IS COMING UP I MIGHT AS WELL FORGET ANY FORM OF DOCUMENTATION THAT IT EVER EXISTED IN THE FIRST PLACE. EVEN MY HANGERS ARE DOWN IN HOURS, WHICH IS UNHEARD OF!!!

I’LL BE SPEAKING AT MILO’S “FREE SPEECH WEEK” ON THE DAY OF THE 25th. I HOPE TO SEE YOU THERE!

A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.

VIDEO ESSAY #2

I was scouting for locations in LA the other day for new places to hit when I creeped up on this poster advertising this huge art show being held in the old Tower Records building on Sunset. Gibson Guitars presents Billy Morrison and Plastic Jesus.

2. I’ve run across Billy from time to time and I can’t think of a bad thing to say about him, hell everyone I know who knows him has nothing but nice things to say about him and I don’t have a problem believing them. Although I’ve never heard him play I have to imagine he’s an amazing lead guitarist because he’s played and probably still plays with some amazing groups … but that aside … I never knew he was an artist. 

After doing a little research I found that he’s a new talent in the art world and God bless him I hope he does well. But to have such a huge art show at such an amazing place right out the gate. I haven’t seen anyone mauever their way into the art world like this since that ass clown Mr. Brainwash bought his way onto the scene.

Personally I hate being in art shows. That’s why I rarely show in galleries. I enjoy shooting the shit with the people who are kind enough to show up, it just takes a lot out of me. I’m not exactly a sociable person. The only thing I like about art shows is crashing them and draining them of their free drinks. That’s about all most of them are worth.

Now this Plastic Jesus guy, his art I know a little about and I’ve never got him. I don’t think there’s much to get. I’ve seen his art in a number of shows and as far as I’m concerned he has some skill in execution, not extraordinary skills but skills. His message is about as basic left wing as it gets. Same old tired liberal crap but not so over the top leftist that I have enough of an opinion to even give him much thought. 

Until I saw this one piece I noticed when I dropped into this show.

It was a mock Barbie piece making a statement about mass shootings and American culture. Just another typical Brit taking a jab at the America. 1. Like we’re not tired of hearing this kind of shit, particularly from people who are guests in our country 2. like anyone from Britain has any room to talk shit about how fuck up this country is. 

News flash Plastic Jesus, for what ever reasons you left your native Brtania to live here, not there. It’s called voting with your feet.

I mean how much of an asshole would I be if I moved to Paris only to give them shit about the number of people who become obese because of the amount of baggets they consume in a given year and how it offends my gluten free life style. or if I start insisting they speak English to make my stay there more pleasant because I don’t speak French. 

If they picked my ass up and tossed me on a boat the hell out of there … let’s just say, I’d understand.

But back to the art show.
Most everything in the show was your basic Banksyisque stenciling. Actually some of the pieces, I thought, were direct Banksy rip offs. But whatever! I”m used to seeing bad art at just about every art show I run across. I did a lap around the show then left. The only piece I saw that made any impression on me was that Barbie piece. A piece Plastic Jesus didn’t even have the balls to call a “Barbie” piece for fear of getting sued by Mattel. Instead he called it “Baddie.”

Which I find hilarious because this is a guy who not only uses a fake name because he’s supposedly some rebel street artist but who also covers his face to hide his identity. … … … and still he’s worried about getting sued. :/ The whole point of covering … … … never mind.

Shit! I remember I used to cover my face not only because I didn’t want to get arrested but because I didn’t want to get blacklisted in town. At the time I had a “normal” job. Not to mention every other street artist was doing it at the time and I thought that was gay. So when the Secret Service decided to knock on my door I kinda figured they did me a favor letting the cat was out of the bag in terms of my identity. 

So no more mask for me.

But back to being sued by Mattel.
A few years back I created this piece I called “Abortion Barbie” to screw with this lady Wendy Davis who was running for the Governorship of Texas. Her claim to fame was filibustering in support of Late term abortions. Now don’t get me wrong, I believe a woman should have the right to do with her body as she sees fit however there does come a time in a pregnancy that that small lump of cells becomes a person. In my opinion late term abortions are nothing more than pure butchery. So I enjoyed making this piece and the last thing on my mind was if Mattel was going to come after me. Shit! come at me! make me famous.

And I knew Senator Wendy Davis wasn’t going to come after me because she was too busy making hundreds of thousands of dollars using my art to generate campaign contributions.

From what I understand many on her staff were telling her to not give my work any attention but instead she ran with it which in the end, I believe, caused her to stumble and not put her focus where it needed to be. I say this because she was trying to distance herself from the name “Abortion Barbie” but my piece slammed it right back into her face. She eventually lost to now Republican Governor of Texas Greg Abbott.

So there I was standing out in the sidewalk wishing I has said something. Wishing I’d confronted the artist. … wishing … scared. Yeah scared, because like most everyone we try avoiding confrontations. and I believe the Left relies on this. People on the Right are generally mid mannered people who don’t like to stir the shit. When we see something we don’t like, for the most part, we just shrug it off and move on. But not this time. I remembered something Steve Bannon said recently, ‘these militant Leftists aren’t going to give us our country back, their not going to surrender the hold they have on the culture or the narrative. We’re going to have to fight to take it back. So I marched my happy little ass right back inside that gallery show to confront Plastic Jesus about what he meant by this piece and American culture. 

Well actually first I walked across the street for a few beers then I marched my happy little ass in there. 😉 Here is that unedited clip … the only “edits” are the commentaries I made overlapping the video.

A large percentage of people who go on these shooting rampages are either on or coming off of prescriptionion medication. A rhetorical question because the Left has no interest in truly solving this problem. If they did they’d go after big pharm. But they don’t. Mass shootings are a means to an end for the Left, that being the complete confiscation of firearms and the abolishment of the 2nd Amendment. Hell considering 95% if not more of the people who go on mass shootings are democrats or non-republicans if they really wanted to put an end to mass shootings they’d make it illegal for democrats to own firearms. BOMB! a 90% drop in mass shootings over night.

I wanna feel bad about making a video like this because a swipe like this is pretty mean and I really don’t know this guy Plastic Jesus guy. For all I know he’s a good person I’d dig hanging out with, maybe a friend. … then again I remembered … we’re in the mist of a new civil war, a war of cultures. And those on the Left have had a free ride long enough. No more. If and when you can confront these people. Like Steve Bannon siad, lets put them in their place and take our country back.

This video stuff is new to me. I do 100% of the production so I hope you appreciate the effort I’m putting into this. If you do please take the time to subscribe to this channel. I’d appreciate it.

VIDEO ESSAY #1

TRUMP’S AMERICAN CARNAGE

Henry Rollins … has had this column in the LA Weekly for some time now and I can’t count the number of times I would read this thing and wonder why my buddies from way back would idolize this person.

I love how every other story he writes he has to remind us how he was once poor. This is a guy who’s been having his ass kissed since the 80s and he still goes on about how he USED TO BE one of us. How many articles has he started with “when I used to play drive bars in Pacoma.” Give it a rest already will you PLEASE!

I remember once reading an article by some other band person who was so enamored by Rollins that he would have gladly allowed him to fuck his wife. Oh the hardships poor Henry must endure!!!

I once ran across this nerd at a Greek restaurant on 3rd street where he was sitting a table away from me and my wife. He was going on about his kale salads, the coconut waters he enjoyed drinking, and the latest obscure book he’s reading. He sounded exactly the way he writes. I swear to God I was waiting for him to start in on his latest shopping spree at lululemon. It took everything for me to not lean over and tell this guy to shut the fuck up. I mean this is the Punk god my friends worshipped and probably still do.

What really pisses me off about this guy is the way he rails against the 2nd Amendment. Just another tired ass, guilt ridden celebutard who has to encroach on every American’s ability to defend themselves. Because, as you know, we can all afford to live up in the completely gentrified enclaves nested up the Hollywood Hills and if ever the situation arrises when we need to hire the services of a bodyguard we have the money right here!

Back to his column.

He recently wrote one he titled, “TRUMP’S AMERICAN CARNAGE” … now keep in mind Trump hadn’t even been in office a week when Rollins put this together and already there’s “CARAGE!!!”

He starts his column sarcastically calling Trump his “comrade” … Like we need any more proof that McCarthy was right. 

Quoting Trump Rollins begins,

“Today’s ceremony … has very special meaning. Because today we are not merely transferring power from one administration to another, or from one party to another – but we are transferring power from Washington, D.C., and giving back to you, the American people.

How can anyone find a problem with this you might ask. 

I’ll let you in on one of the Left’s dirty little secrets. When the Demonrats refers to “The People” their not talking about you and me. Who they’re talking about is “The Government Class.” Government, that fat bloated bureaucracy that thinks their doing us “the people” a favor when it pitches scraps from it’s table. Scraps I remind you, they stole from those who produce in this country.

When President Trump referred to “the American People” that’s exactly what he means and that’s exactly why Comrade Rollins panties got all in a bunch! Because there is not one wealthy Democrat out there that thinks we the lowly people are capable of governing ourselves on any level. We need them as Hillary Clinton puts it, ‘to be brought to heel.’ Like we’re fucken dogs. 

Rollins then tries using the appointment of Betsy DeVos as an example of how President Trump is contradicting his intentions of giving power back to us, the people, because DeVos is in support of school vouchers. Vouchers that give families the opportunity to escape failing school systems. A perfect example of how the Left fights to keep power in the hands of a governing unions regardless of how incompetent they are and out of the hands of concerned families. 

I’ve read that growing up Rollins attended a strict, all-boys school in Potomac, Maryland called the Bullis School. Rollins’ mother felt it was important for her son to get a good education. Luckly for Little Henry his mother had a choice as to where her son attended school. 

Sounds to me like we found ourselves a Punk Rock Hypocrite!

but Rollins continues… 

“That comrade Trump is not a crusader for the people is a known fact to some, but for others, its going to take a while for that to sink in.”

It doesn’t take a scholar to know how thin skinned, vengeful, and petty Trump can be. Trump to many on the Right was a scary choice to back. So how pathetic was it that so many rushed to vote for him because they feared Hillary more. Hillary, the standard barer of feminism, the woman who would break the glass ceiling to become the first woman President, made her political assent riding on the back of a serial rapist. A rapists she spent her life trailing behind putting out every sexual fire he set.

Hillary whose Clinton Foundation’s “Global Initiative” was little more than a money laundering scheme where two bit dictators could purchase political favors, favors that in many cases went against America’s best interest and security.

And hear I sit reading some washed up rocker go on about Trump not being a “crusader for the people.” NIGGER PLEASE!!!

It’s funny how donations to the Clinton Foundation have since dried up. I guess without power there are no favors to sell are there Henry?

The article continues with Trump saying how “What truly matters is not which party controls our government but whether our government is controlled by the people. Jan. 20, 2017 will be remembered as the day the people became the rulers of this nation again. The forgotten men and women of our country will be forgotten no longer.”

And I shit you not, to which Rollins replies AND I QUOTE!!! “THERE ARE NO FORGOTTEN PEOPLE IN AMERICA.” … END FUCKEN QUOTE!!!

People like Henry Rollins don’t see themselves as “forgotten” because whenever Hillary Clinton came to Southern California to campaign she’d only visit those unforgotten people of Brentwood, Beverly Hills, Pacific Palisades, Malibu and the Hollywood Hills. She kissed the ass of all those people who were stuffing campaign billions down her pant suit pockets. Everyone else Mr Rollins, was FORGOTTEN! 

That bitch never went to Compton to kiss babies! And if she had it was to visit that communities Planned Parenthood to check on how many future “super predators” were aborted that week. 

We’re always hearing about the billions the evil Koch brothers pump into politics, but God forbid anyone mentions the political contributions that come out of the super rich, Left leaning gated communities of California. Their money in politics is not evil.

The thing about Trump is he’s a life long democrat who’d only switch parties when it came time to run for President, which he did a number of times. Trump is what I call a classic Liberal. One of those forgotten creature that used to populate the party before it was taken over by “Regressive” nut jobs. John F. Kennedy was one of these classic liberals and like Trump wouldn’t be welcomed in the modern Democrat party.

So when Trump says “What truly matters is not which party controls our government but whether our government is controlled by the people.” I believe he means it with all of his heart. Because right now, today, the Republican party is headed by a Classic Liberal who is kicking more “Regressive” ass than ANY REPUBLICAN Congressman, Senator, or President ever has. And that’s why we love him.

Trump then goes on about mothers and children trapped in the poverty of the inner cities, education systems flushed with cash but leaves its students depraved of knowledge. Failed industry, gangs, drugs, and unrealized potential.

And somehow Rollins manages to find fault in these observations. Henrey Rollins blind, cynical, and completely married to his party!

Then Rollins begins fear mongering claiming that “gays, nonwhites, and Muslims are green-lit for maximum “CARNAGE.” I challenge Rollins to pull one quote that specifically brands Donald Trump a racist. Not ten, not twenty … just one. Words that came out of his mouth, not words tailored by CNN, MSNBC … not a variation or reworded version of a translation spoon fed to him by the main stream media. Quisque mi odio, malesuada eu elit ut, euismod rutrumt feugiat.
A quote, from out of Trump’s own mouth. He wont be able to give us one.

Rollins will no doubt make reference to the ban of muslim refugees. Which in fact is not a ban on muslim refugees but a temporary, common sense, solution to halting those who are coming from war torn countries that are ill equip to adequately vet those trying to come here.

The primary responsibility of the President is to ensure the safety of the American people. Not handing out strawberry scented welfare checks, rainbow colored food stamps or public housing. I assure you if at any point Trump fails in this task to keep this country secure Rollins would be the first to accuse President Trump of incompetence and demand he be impeached.

I’d like to just stop now. I‘m floored at how surfaces this guy Henry Rollins is. I thought he was supposed to be some thought provoking, spoken word poet or something. … I’m very disappointed. … … … but I’m going to push on. I’m almost done.

Trump then goes on to speak about us unifying as one country to help make the lives of these unfortunate people better … and some how, some fucken way Rollins manages a way to shit on that idea.

When President Trump makes mention of strengthening old and new alliances Rollins takes this opportunity to bash on Israel, our only allie in that area. I had no idea Rollins was an anti-semite. But like John Kerry said, “you’re either democrat or a Jew. You can’t be both.” and I have to assume Rollins isn’t a Jew. Jew hater maybe … but not a Jew.

Then President Trump suggests that, “When you open your heart to patriotism there is no room for prejudice.” To this Rollings jokes about not wanting to be forced to hug Ted Nugent. God forbid Henry expresses any love for the country that made so much possible for him. I mean he could have done just as well in Moscow, North Korea, maybe even Cuba. Fuck America!!! Fuck Patriotism!!!

And then he just has to go and imply that every Trump voter a bigot. How bold, how thought provoking, deep, and unexpected.

And like the word-smith that he is he continues by calling this, “the worst inauguration speech ever” and he didn’t even start that sentence with the word, “Like.”

Then he has the balls to imply it was Kellyanne Conway is responsible for starting and pushing the “fake news” narrative. Obviously Rollins has missed out on Hillary’s speeches of late. She went from covering her vast ass with the “Vast Right Wing Conspiracy” to “Fake News.” Fake News, the Lefts newest attempt at silencing those they oppose and Rollins is calling us “Orwellian.”

He concludes by trying to convince us that he’s not butt hurt even though he just spent no less than 500 words sounding like a twinky who just got gorilla fucked by Mr Mark. 

AND TO WRAP SHIT UP!!! He then threatens those on the Right with soon to come attacks from hackers, comedians, and the ever present, non-partisan, army of reporters, headed by non-other than Chuck Todd. … Henry Rollins, punk rock god, … ass clown, is hiding behind Chuck Fucken Todd!!!

… Man did Punk Rock die a slow painful death or what?

by SABO

SHOOT BACK

A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.

After 49 people were gunned in a gay bar in Orlando, Florida the gay community was left in shock. My only question was how long was it going to take for them and the “Progressive” Left to blame anything, anyone other than the gay hating Muslim that perpetuated this crime. … It’s didn’t take long. Within days anyone who questioned Mateen’s motives were called “Islamophobic,” within days the same cast of characters were blaming America, the 2nd Amendment, and what they call a “gun culture.” Once again our left-wing government found itself standing on the bodies of dead people to further their own empowerment by pushing ever more restrictive gun laws. And like the stooges that they are “progressives” bought Big Government’s line of propaganda hook, line, and sinker.

We had a different idea.

First off this was not my idea or graphic image. This “SHOOTBACK” image was produced by some friends or to be more precise a committee of like minded activists who needed to have a say in this conversation. They asked me to produce and distribute the posters for them. When the press started calling, said group asked me to be their spokes person of sorts.

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A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.

I’d like to think that I had some influence with the final design in that originally it had a “pro-gay” sound to it. I suggested it have more a “pro-gun” feel, more of a defense of the 2nd Amendment because in the end the ability to defend yourself applies to everyone. Without that right you’re left at the mercy of the amount of time it takes for a police officer to respond.

On June 12, 2016, Omar Mateen, a 29-year-old security guard, killed 49 people and wounded 53 others in a terrorist attack/hate crime inside Pulse, a gay nightclub in Orlando, Florida, United States. He was shot and killed by Orlando Police Department (OPD) officers after a three-hour standoff. Pulse was hosting Latin Night and most of the victims were Latino. It was the deadliest mass shooting by a single shooter, the deadliest incident of violence against LGBT people in United States royalpharmacyrx.com history, and the deadliest terrorist attack in the United States since the September 11 attacks in 2001.

In a 9-1-1 call shortly after the shooting began, Mateen swore allegiance to the leader of the Islamic State of Iraq and the Levant (ISIL), Abu Bakr al-Baghdadi. He later told a negotiator he was “out here right now” because of the American-led interventions in Iraq and in Syria, and that the negotiator should tell the United States to stop bombing ISIL.

Initial reports said Mateen may have been a patron of the nightclub and used gay dating websites and apps, but Federal Bureau of Investigation (FBI) officials said they have not found any credible evidence to substantiate these claims. The Central Intelligence Agency (CIA) also conducted an investigation and said it found no links between ISIL and Mateen.

A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.

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KILLING BUZZBY

A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.

dennis_373The late night I decided to kill a retarded couple.

Every day after clocking out from his machine shop my stepfather would buy a twelve-pack, a bottle of wine, and hit the roads. He never make it back until late, every … single … night. One night I decided to ask if I could tag along, he said sure. Damn, I’m going to hang out with Dennis on one of his midnight road-trips. He kicked the dog and we were off.

After the sun went down we might as well have been in a motor boat making our way through a long, winding, black, cavern of trees. It gets that dark and the trees grow that high. Were it not for the headlights illuminating the road and off the base of the trees in front of us we’d be fucken lost in the southern fried blackness.

Like small ports nested in nooks etched out of the tree lines we’d pull into peoples lots where they decided to park their tin trailers and set up home. Dennis honked his horn relentlessly. I was in shock, “Dude, it’s midnight. People are trying to sleep.†I said. “Awe they don’t care.†He said and continued honking. A window on the side of the trailer slid open, “It’s Dennis Ray!†I heard a woman yell. “Dennis Ray, what are you doing?†a guy no sooner followed. “What are you all doing?†Dennis yelled back. “SLEEPENâ€, they yelled back. I swear to God it was like verbal redneck tennis with all the back and forth. If there was ever such a thing as an invisible word that just hung there after a sentence the word “DUMBASS†was just dangling there after the word “SLEEPENâ€. This went on all night one trailer after another.

Until we got to Buzby’s trailor. The headlights panned across the trees and onto the back of what I though was a bigfoot’s back sitting on a log with a skinny, bearded, little man swinging on a hanging bench. Turns out the bigfoot was his wife and the rock she was lifting over her head and crashing to the ground was her crushing cans for recycling. She was rotundrous, long greasy dark haired…… and then she turned around. She had all the facial features of a Mongolian idiot. This guy found himself a winner deep in these Louisiana woods.

It didn’t take long to figure out Dennis’s game plan. He’d drink all his beer while we drove, then hide it when we’d arrive at someone’s trailer where he’d drink all of their beer, then move on to the next.

I needed to take a piss so I asked where his john was. “It’s in the trailer to the left, in the back.†Buzby said. Shit man, I’d of been happy just taking a piss in the wood just out of headlight. Were it not for the headlights Buzby and Bigfoot would be doing their thing in the dark the way those fish do thousands of feet under the black ocean where no light could reach. I didn’t want to go into that trailer but I didn’t want to be rude either. Now I’ve seen some fucked up trailers in my time but damn! This place was dank and dark, “To the left and to the back†I kept repeating feeling my way through this squared, aluminum, shaft they called a home.

Then I heard it, a cry, a baby’s cry. Oh my fucken God, they have a baby tucked away in here. I turned towards the living hole area and there it was laying on a couch cushion on the middle of the floor. In an instant this child’s life flashed in my head. The hell it’s going to have to live through being raised by these two. It’s going to get picked on relentlessly, it’ll wear shoes the father picks out of dumpsters, I thought of the fleas that had to be living on this sticky carpet …… and then the final flash read something like this, “THIS KID IS FUCKED.â€

As I was taking a leak I started with my trade-mark calculations and they went something like this. I could kill those two out there and take the kid. There are plenty of families in Brentwood and Beverly Hills that would take this child, Santa Monica even. No one would care, no one would miss these two if they just disappeared in the woods.

On my way out of the trailer I looked back at the baby and realized that there was no distance far enough I could take this kid. Bigfoot and Buzby are imprinted in this kid genetically. This kid is those people. I turned and went back to Dennis drinking Buzby’s beer. Busby’s couldn’t believe how much and how fast Dennis could drink, HIS BEER. I felt sorry for the skinny, little guy.

“I hear you’re one of those artists from Los Angeles.†Buzby said. “Dennis said you have a camera. Could you take a picture of me and my family before you leave?â€, he asked. “Sure, I’d love to.†I said. Now I’m not a photographer but I did my best. These are some of those photos. The guy in the godlike many-arm pose is Dennis my step-father in his machine shop.

Five years later Dennis passed away. At his funeral the preacher was going on with the benediction and from the back of the room a little girl sang “Happy Birthday to you, Happy Birthday to you.†for what seemed the entire service. “Who is that kid?†I asked my uncle. “That’s Buzby’s kid. She’s as crazy as they are. She’ll pull up her dress and piss where she stands.â€

SABO
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MY FIRST ART SHOW

 

The Yin and The Yang – A conversation With Artist Woodman Shimko and Street Artist Sabo, Interview by Angela Romeo

I’m not sure how excited I am about gallery shows. I’ve only had a few. Don’t get me wrong I enjoy talking to people who show up asking questions. I can’t tell you how many times after the show I get messages from people telling me that they they saw me, they now know what I look like and the next time they are going to creep up on my and punch me in the head, fucken lame.

Below is a shot I took of the room before my first gallery show held at the Savage Gallery in Palm Springs, California. I really appreciate them having the balls to have this work up in the first place. Honestly I don’t think the gallery owner knew what he was getting himself into and when things did become clear my thought is he became a bit nervous. I could be wrong but … it wouldn’t surprise me if this was the case. Either way, a huge thank you to everyone involved.

The thing about gallery shows is I remember when Banksy came out with his movie “Exist Through the Giftshop.” Everyone and their mother who was an illustrator became a street artist over night and galleries around LA were falling all over themselves to have their work hang on their walls. I swear to God these people would put up one of two pieces on the street and over night they were considered street artists. Two weeks later they were gallery artists. It was so pathetic even the Simpsons did a spoof on it not long after making fun of them.

I wanted to nothing to do with this. I figured I’d try not getting involved and eventually all the fuss would die down. God forbid I try making a buck right?

The owner of Lab Art this big street art gallery in LA tells a buddy of mine that he was interested in see some of my work. I figured why not so I dropped by. I think I showed him 20 pieces, he like about 11 but he needed me to tighten them up. This crazy chick I knew drove me and my pieces there was blown away with the gallery. She noticed they were going to have an all women’s show in the coming weeks and asked me if I could make sure she got in. It seemed they shows got crowded and she didn’t want to stand in line. I asked the gallery owner if he’d insure we get in so we’re not standing in line like “normal people.” 😉 He said to RSVP like everyone else which really pissed me off. I didn’t even know what the hell that meant! So I told him to fuck off. And so went my relationship with Lab Art. To tell you the truth, I regret doing that because 1. she certainly wasn’t worth it 2. I might be further along BUT 3. I knew of a lot of the people in that gallery circle and pretty much didn’t want shit to do with them. I am very much a loner kind of guy. Fuck all that side show bullshit they loved playing.

So for the most part I put all that galley show stuff on ice. Then The Savage Gallery turned me on to a one night show. Seeing they were friends I figured why not. Little did I know across the city the whole Lab Art crew was having a 100 man show or some shit. And there I was all alone. 😉 The way I like it.

I packed my jeep up with a ton of art and I cut through that desert thinking I was going to die the whole fucken weight loss pills way. That wind was fierce and some of my bigger pieces were acting like sails but I made it.

Angela Romeo an art lover in Palm Spring had this show she had booked me on while I was there. God bless her. I was so shock up when I got there I had to have a couple of beers. So there I was parked in her studios parking lot capping a buzz not knowing I was supposed to be on fucken air!!! I got the scheduling all screwed up so as you can see in the video above I was about 30 minutes late.

I enjoyed the time we had, the interview turned out great. I believe it’s still the most watched video in her catalogue. I wish I’d of made it on time because I would have really torn into the guy I was somewhat debating with. Or at least having a conversation with.

The art show went off without a hitch. I can’t believe how quickly we got so many things up. I sold a piece or two. I learned I could be social if I had to be. I still have many those pieces. They’ve become a part of the family. I’m almost glad so few sold. They are like my children.

Sabo
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A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.
A black and white image of the acronym for drywall.

THE FORGET

I remember traveling along in a GreyHound bus going God only remembers where. A young, attractive pre-med student was sitting next to me. She was latin. We shot the shit most of the way. During one of the stops I remembered this moon like landscape in black and grey, a gas station in the middle of the desert. We’d stopped to stretch our legs.

“You’re going to have alzhimers when you get older,” she said out of nowhere. “What?” I asked. I’ve been studying this recently and you show all the traits of someone who’s going to have this when they grow old. “What are the traits,” I asked. Like it was some well guarded secret she refused to tell me. Maybe she was just being kind. I forget.

This morning I stepping out of the shower I reached for the towel. I feel that it’s damp and I wondered, I can’t remember … if I’d already taken a shower?

We have a new restaurant next door who seems to take pest control seriously because all into the night I could hear a small animal throwing its little body against what sounded like cheap plastic. At first I wasn’t sure what the hell I was hearing but then I realized what it was, those big plastic rat traps you see tucked away under bushes and next to building. I felt like that guy from that movie “No Canadian Country for Old Men.” I wanted to get up to get what ever was struggling in that box it’s last drink of water but I know nothing good would come of it.

I woke up and stayed up and can’t remember if I’d showered once or twice.

Sabo
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