Don’t you worry about me baby
I’ve got no enemies and I’ve got no time
47/immortal. Queer. Chicago.
I always reblog this and it never gets old…
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Someone very influential to me passed away a few days ago.
I met Fred the first week I moved to Chicago 12 years ago. He was a prolific artist and already ‘old’ - we really hit it off at his 65th birthday party. He was always trying to take my picture and I regret that this was when I still hated being photographed (heh, I’ve since gotten over that, thanks to selfie culture…)
His gallery gave me the sense of belonging I craved when I was a super-insecure 22 year old, new to the city. I didn’t know anyone and found my little niche in the community of his ‘Burkhart Underground coffeehouse’…I use coffeehouse loosly. It was like this amazing, crazy, ramshackle catch-all space of/for Chicago weirdos: art, music, poetry…and Fred, running around making coffee in between introducing the next act or jumping on stage. I was always meeting new people, getting into deep conversations, feeling like I really actually finally belonged.
His memorial is at the end of September. He was sick for a long time, but I sorta thought he’d just keep going forever despite the cancer. Especially since his work started reaching new audiences. Yuppie audiences, which I thought was funny. It’s strange that this is it this time.
The upside is I expect to see a lot of old Underground friends at the service. And the older I get, the more I love remembering that period of my life.
Martin Ålund (Swedish, b. 1967), 1:1-12, 2011. Oil on board, 33 x 40 cm.
Your Favorite Games.
My friend Fred Burkhart, the artist behind this photo, passed away a few days ago. This truly marks the end of an era for me…and for a lot of other people, too.
Glued all the teeth back into the coyote skull.
A Rüppell’s Griffon Vulture(Gyps rueppellii) drips blood after feeding on the carcass of a zebra in the Serengeti National Park, Tanzania. Griffon vultures have long powerful necks for getting under the skin of the dead animals they feed on and short downy feathers on their necks to prevent them from getting too dirty. Vultures wash regularly and are surprisingly clean - when not feeding.Photo credit: Charlie Hamilton James
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Yesterday I went to a magical BBQ and made new weirdo friends. I can never have too many of those! They said, “we like you a lot and want to bring you further into our fold.” Welllllll don’t mind if I do :-)
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