don’t throw our love away

Welcome back to…

SUPREMES SEPTEMBER!!!!

(I don’t know why I think putting that in all caps is so funny, but I think it’s here to stay. Just imagine it with some crazy word art zooming in and out.)

In this video it’s really clear why Diana Ross became such a star: she knows how to engage an audience. I barely even noticed the other two Supremes, and it’s not because Diana is the main singer. Some people are obviously blessed with the ability to draw your attention. (Tangent: I remember the first time I ever saw Edie Sedgwick on film. I had no idea who she was, but I really couldn’t keep my eyes off of her. Diana Ross has that same quality.)

Who are those super short people dancing behind Diana Ross? I guess the Supremes are on a raised platform, but this video makes those other people look like Hobbits. (Sorry if you are one of those people. It’s not your fault, it’s the camera angle.)

Happy Music Monday. Have a great week.

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2 gigs / 1 artist: Jon Smith

Jon SmithJon Smith: Blog / Store / Twitter / Posters

Atmostheory

Christopher David Ryan does a lot of super illustration work (you may have seen it on Swiss Miss a few years ago), but lately I’ve been most inspired by his Atmostheory projects:

Atmostheory is a one-man design studio based in Portland, Maine founded in 2001 with the sole purpose of exploring a selection of the limitless design theories adrift in our graphic atmosphere.

Here are some of my favorite pieces:

Silent FilmsSilent Films (5 of 8 )

Peripheral no. 1Peripheral no. 1 (3 of 3)

Peripheral no. 3Peripheral no. 3 (2 of 3)

Worlds Kaleid no. 2Worlds Kaleid no. 2 (6 of 6)

Above it AllAbove it All (1 of 7)

Christopher David Ryan: Website / Atmostheory / Blog / Twitter / Flickr / Cargo Collective

Tiptoe Through Our Shiny City With Our National T-shirts On

As I’ve been assembling my collection of gig posters for 2 Gigs / 1 Artist, I’ve been inspired by the way I’ve been seeing the ways that an artist’s style comes through even when confronting different subjects. This got me thinking more about the way graphic artists use music as inspiration…

Here is the inevitable equation that followed:

GRAPHIC DESIGN + BANDS – GIGS = BAND T-SHIRTS

Yes. So let’s start with one of my fave bands: The National.

The NationalBirds Tee by The Small Stakes

The NationalColor Skull Tee by Distant Station Ltd.

Nuggets TeeNuggets Tee by TVM Studio

Chwast TeeChwast Tee by Seymour Chwast

(Check out all their swag here.)

seeing you only breaks my heart again

Because I love cheesy themes and alliterative titles, this month I’m focusing my musical introductions on one group only: the Supremes! This inevitably means we’ll be diving into…

SUPREMES SEPTEMBER!!!!

Do you love it? Do you?

I have to be honest: September has never been a great month in my book. School (in Texas) starts in August, and as a teacher the middle of the year is always October (don’t ask me why, but it’s really true: as soon as you make it through October, the rest of the year just slides by). But September just means that summer’s over, and—if you’re me or you care about that sort of thing—you’ve gone through yet another warm season without going to the beach. (Isn’t everything better with a tan?) Sigh. At least this year I made it to a river.

So, to make September a little more pleasant, I’m going to spend it with Diana Ross.

I’m digging their sequined pink dresses.

Here a bonus Glee version, mostly because I think Quinn’s dancing is just so cute (even when she’s trying to be sexy).

Happy Music Monday. You’re totally “supreme.”

(OMG, I can’t believe I just made that joke. Next year I’m putting that on a musical valentine to my mom.)

2 gigs / 1 artist: Farley Bookout

Farley Bookout

Farley Bookout: Posters / Empire Press

Inca Pan

The Scar

So long gone had I been
that when I returned
I did not know me, the one

who called—warily, through the trees,
as I approached like a thief or a
ground mole—Who is it?
I saw her whiten in the doorway,
she could have been my cousin.

Linda, is that you?
That’s what I answered.

From the lintel she took me in, the length
of me, with my one good eye.
Nearing her, I was a worn on end, an indigent.

That was when I knew I had arrived.
The last step in the longest, impassably long, now I will always
be twinned, wanting
to not know returning.

—Susan Wheeler

via The New Yorker

So long gone had I been

that when I returned

I did not know me, the one

who called—warily, through the trees,

as I approached like a thief or a

ground mole—Who is it?

I saw her whiten in the doorway,

she could have been my cousin.

Linda, is that you?

That’s what I answered.

From the lintel she took me in, the length

of me, with my one good eye.

Nearing her, I was a worn on end, an indigent.

That was when I knew I had arrived.

The last step in the longest, impassably long, now I will always

be twinned, wanting

to not know returning.