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Monday, December 8, 2008

Trebor at the New Way Bar!

Long ago, Robert was in an avant-garde garage-rock band called Trebor, and has recently regrouped with his brother Robbie - with me on drums! Yes, you heard right - I'm a chic drummer. :-) We are playing at the New Way Bar in Ferndale, Mich., on Saturday, December 13, 9:30 p.m. And we will be playing with my new favorite old-school, punk rock band, the CIA.

Click below for the official special edition collector's item flyer (which I created with my mad InDesign/Photoshop skillz) for your viewing and printing and posting pleasure.

CIA_Trebor.pdf

I am totally-tubularly honored to be a part of Trebor, and feel much more confident as a performer. I was never shy on stage, and now I'm much less nervous about going to a public place and banging on the drums, keepin' time. Although I'm a bit nervous about getting paid for it!

If you're in town, it would be great to see you in the audience. In the meantime, Rock-On!

Friday, December 5, 2008

Ayn Rand Wasn't Joking


No, I thought, not really. Couldn't be... But it was true.

I recently studied the history of the Chrysler Building, which is a beautiful and tremendously heroic story, and I came across a photo of the architect, William Van Alen. (Guess which one he is.) I could not believe what I had always thought was a humorously exaggerated scene in The Fountainhead actually took place:

That winter the annual costume Arts Ball was an event of greater brilliance and originality than usual…

Peter Keating was the star of the evening. He looked wonderful as the Cosmo-Slotnick Building. An exact papier-mâché replica of his famous structure covered him from head to knees; one could not see his face, but his bright eyes peered from behind the windows of the top floor, and the crowning pyramid of the roof rose over his head; the colonnade hit him somewhere about the diaphragm, and he wagged a finger through the portals of the great entrance door. His legs were free to move with his usual elegance, in faultless dress trousers and patent-leather pumps…

Guy Francon was very impressive as the Frink National Bank Building, although the structure looked a little squatter than the original, in order to allow for Francon’s stomach... Ralston Holcombe was magnificent as a state capitol, and Gordon L. Prescott was very masculine as a grain elevator… Two wits engaged in a duel, butting each other in the belly with famous spires, great landmarks of the city that greet the ships approaching from across the ocean. Everybody had lots of fun. (pg. 315)
It was 1931 at the Beaux-Arts Ball for the Society of Beaux-Arts Architects. Van Alen had been a student in Paris' École des Beaux-Arts. At least his stomach didn't distort the structure.

Ayn Rand certainly had fun with this scene. Even though this picture hurts to look at, this is just another instance where I love her perceptiveness.