Category Archives: art

A new post about old stuff

First of all, is there anyone that follows me here that DOESN’T follow me on Twitter? Is that something people still DO these days? I ask because this started out as a “here’s some news for people that don’t follow me on Twitter” but then I thought to myself “but that’s nobody, Seth. Also you’ll never know what it is to be content.”


I posted some stuff to Flickr! It’s all stuff I had previously thought I would post to Flickr to great fanfare when I got my life back together. Meanwhile I haven’t used Flickr much in the past two years. So just gonna…quietly…start again. I used to be popular on Flickr y’know. Oh yeah I was doing pretty good for myself. But I guess you can’t be popular if you never DO anything. Tragedy of my life.

Now obey the octopus! Click on him to go straight to my Fake Album Covers or click the hyperlink previously mentioned to go straight to my Flickr.




Click Me

A quick short request: if I have a photo in one of my posts, even if it’s super big and clearly seen, I’d be much obliged if you clicked it and went through to the associated Flickr page. Not just because I’m hungry for more views (which I AM. They make me feel special.) but also because there’s likely to be more info about the specific photo than what I’ve posted here.

Go on, try it now!

The Return of the 365

Photojojo has a fun feature where you can sign up to recieve twice a month Photo Time Capsules. They take a random selection of photos from the year prior and email them to you. It’s worked very well for me since, for about three years, I took a photo every single day. This was due to my 365 project, an idea taken from other Flickr uses and adapted as a motivational tool to keep me taking pictures.

The projects themselves turned into a sort of visual diary. I could go back in the timeline and not only see what was going on, but have the attached memories resurface. It’s interesting to recall fun days and  past traditions, sad days and occasionally be sober examples of how plans aren’t always fulfilled.

Unfortunately the rather bad year happened and I slowly lost the motivation to continue taking pictures. Oddly enough my third, uncompleted 365 halted long after the worst of things. Even at my lowest I still managed to snap at least on shot per miserable day. And so I’m not entirely sure what caused me to stop taking pictures. I now have few pictures to remember 2010.

BUT that will change today, for if not today then never. Except by “today” I mean about three days ago. My 365 is back up and running with the help of a Lucky Cactus leftover from my Xmas gift giving (a post on that to follow soon).

364 photos to follow!

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Water St in Oregon

Water St in Oregon

Originally uploaded by Captain Manta

I made this quick little Photoshop piece for fun and practice. While the public equates the purpose of Photoshop for faking images, my style tends to lean towards to highlighting the obviousness of the non-reality*. So this was a novel idea for me!

While this certainly isn’t giving Stalin an iPhone, it was an interesting exercise and reminded me that these are skills I need to learn.

*By which I mean if I can’t fake it I flaunt it.

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Some art and lies.

Time for some art and some lies.

The idea for this mini-project goes back a ways and was influenced by several ideas and people. I first got the idea from a conversation with a coworker. Can’t remember the specifics but she came up with the idea of “The Playful Dead” as a band, and she told me to make a fake album cover for it. And so I did!

That got the ball rolling. I’ve been making fake album covers the past few months to post here, and I’m pretty happy with them. BUT. During a conversation with Evil Kevin from Robot, Monster & Ghost (more on him and his team of devious designers later. Short version: AWESOME). Again I can’t remember exactly how it went down, but we were discussing the design on one album and somehow the conversation turned to giving the band a real fake background. And thus the result: Fake Album Reviews.



Circle Birds

I first heard this local band play in some crap hole of a bar nearby the Luxor on the Vegas Strip. Or maybe it was a rundown BBQ place. Or maybe it was a lousy bar with decent BBQ. Do those exist? Maybe. It was late, I was tired, and I don’t get out much. But the point is I wasn’t enjoying the night out, but I was enjoying the music. So I got to the bar, called the bartender over and said “Look man, come down here.” The bartender said “So what you want?” To which I replied “We did a pretty good impression of George Thorogood!”

He gave me the same confused, “is this guy crazy look” that you’d probably be giving me if you weren’t reading a computer screen. I moved on and asked him what cd he was playing. He had no clue who they were, but pointed to a smoky corner where a five kids were wailing away. Live music and I never knew! As I said I was tired.

Back then the Circle Birds were still a band of four lanky guys on instruments they bought used in high school and kept repaired with copious amounts of duct tape and love. I’ll be damned if there has ever been or ever will be a band that cares less about the attention from the audience or more about the music they play. And the music is good.

They are a band without ego. The drummer knows to keep time, the guitarist doesn’t try to outplay the bassist and the singer holds back and lets go in all the right places. They sing of good times and bad times and times that remind you of memories you’d rather forget, but maybe give you the warm fuzzies all the same. This is the cd you want with you when you first fall in love or are getting over a breakup. The lyrics are all inside jokes that you wish you were a part of. If you are going on a road trip and can only bring one album, bring the Circle Bird’s debut.

Not entirely sure what genre to peg them with. I saw a Last.FM tag for “blues rock” so that will work for now. I’m not sure if “blues rock” uses much accordion or violin. And I’m not sure what genre can use a tambourine to make me cry.