
Syd Barrett in 1967 by Adrian Boot
DARK GLOBE
Oh where are you now
pussy willow that smiled on this leaf?
When I was alone you promised the stone from your heart
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, lift a hand
I’m only a person whose arm bands beats
on his hands, hang tall
won’t you miss me?
Wouldn’t you miss me at all?
The poppy birds way
swing twigs coffee brands around,
brandish her wand with a feathery tongue
my head kissed the ground
I was half the way down, treading the sand
please, please, please lift the hand
I’m only a person with Eskimo chain
I tattooed my brain all the way…
Won’t you miss me?
Wouldn’t you miss me at all?
My friend Sebastian Quezada passed away a few hours ago today. Jabe Bloom just posted this photo, it is from when we were all at Bard College. We really went to the most magical school ever, I am so lucky to have experienced it will all these amazing creative (and crazy) people. At Bard Collage, Sebastian hosted some of the very first dance parties I ever went to. It was at these parties, that I met my best friend Abigail Feldman. Abigail was too busy humping speakers to notice me at the Old Gym techno parties. I eventually got her attention, in the darkroom where we were intellectually nurtured and spoiled with amazing teachers and tools and fancy view cameras. Abigail and I are still sisters in life and photography. The last time I saw Sebastian was at The Bunker, he came just to see me, and we reminisced about the good ol’ days. Rest in peace Sebastian. I hope your little girl will grow up smart and strong, even without you.
Mario Laboccetta’s illustration for Charles Baudelaire’s Fleurs du Mal/ Flowers of Evil (1933)
I can’t stop listening to “Says Elliott” by Sibylle Baier from her album “Colour Green” which was recorded in Germany 1970-1973.

Says Elliot by Sibylle Baier
I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
days keep growing short, nights too
let us go then, you and I
and try to unlearn, says Elliot
he seeks for return and burns ancient love letters
let us go then you and I and lie by marble stone says Elliot
and put a record on the gramophone
Lie down dear
on the weed
Don’t weep dear
gayly clad
sadness is a radical quantity says Elliot
sadness is a long brown ribbon, says he
sadness is beautiful
I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
I grow old I shall wear the bottom of my trousers rolled says Elliot
I love this dark and beautiful Peter Christopherson tribute mix by Surgeon. It is available to download from his site here.
My friend Tony Lee, also a huge Coil fan, posted a two part mix on his Xiled Radio site here.
In 2007 I curated an exhibition on psychedelic art, named in honor of the Coil record Love’s Secret Domain. The show is archived on this site: http://seze.net/lsd

I finally got around to listening to my copy of the beautiful and haunting compilation Dark Was The Night. Maybe I was waiting for just the right day to really appreciate it. Buy your copy today, and all the revenue goes to AIDS charities.




James Jean’s portfolio site: www.jamesjean.com
James Jean’s blog: www.processrecess.com
My favorite new thing today is A Place to Bury Strangers. They kind of sound like a harder and faster Jesus and Mary Chain, but that’s alright with me.
http://www.myspace.com/aplacetoburystrangers
Bettie Page, Queen of Pinups, Dies at 85

Our beautiful pinup queen has passed away. Photographer Unknown.
My dearest friend and fellow good witch Dame Darcy had her art opening today at Sloan Fine art. Tonight, I arrived right on time at her opening and I waited (with her best friend) for her to arrive. We looked at her amazing illustrations and talked about how much we love Darcy. I have adored her work since high school and since then we have become close friends. After 40 minutes I went home and with a fresh copy of Gasoline in my arms. I can’t wait to cuddle with her drawings and her story tonight. I am so proud of her for finally publishing her book and I hope that she will have a brighter and better future once she moves out west.
Darcy, I know you are leaving New York with a broken heart but my heart will always be with you….
Gasoline original illustrations
Nov. 19th – Dec. 20th 2008
Sloan Fine Art
Gasoline art exhibition of original
illustrations from graphic novel and Gasoline painting series by Dame Darcy
128 Rivington st.
press release