Tagging is rampant in Aspen. The wayward children of the ultra-wealthy have to find some way to express themselves. And their self-expression certainly mirrors their environment and upbringing. Here’s the mark of “Feast.”
In the coming weeks I’ll try to get more photos of the work of Aspen Taggers, including “Daddy’s VISA,” “Privilege,” “All-You-Can-Eat Sushi” and “Trust Fund.”
My post office sells Frank Sinatra Bubble Mailers. I don’t know what to say about this, except that I feel the need to say it a few more times.
Frank Sinatra Bubble Mailer.
Frank Sinatra Bubble Mailer.
I didn’t cut and paste, either. I typed it out from scratch each time. Try it, you’ll see…
Somebody put bombs around Aspen on New Year’s Eve. I live in Aspen. So I made a video about somebody putting bombs around Aspen on New Year’s Eve. Sorta…
I always think of these church bulletins as being kinda like text messages from God (see earlier posts). Using that theory…
…I have to wonder which building project this is referring to. Sure, maybe it’s the construction going on on the church itself, but maybe God is apologizing for the inconvenience of the construction of the Universe. Which is pretty seriously inconvenient, right? Unsafe, even. I mean, Black Holes? C’mon…put a few orange cones down or something.
Anyway, the apology is a kind gesture, but I’ll have to think about it before deciding if I can accept or not.
I live in Aspen, where we get a lot of snow. In the winter, of course.
Occasionally people will leave little brochures advertising their snow maintenance services. This one was left on my doorstep this morning, the day after Christmas.
Now, I realize that one could create such an image easily using any number of programs, so you’ll just have to trust me – the only Photoshopping I did was to remove the last digits of the phone number. And if you really want them, email me and I’ll give them to you. No point in cutting you out of a chance for divine snow removal.
…by clicking here. This is how you can download all the columns I wrote documenting my 2008 tour. I am so good to you.
Oh, and here’s a picture that kinda sums up the summer of ‘08 for me. 10,000 miles of driving, 80 or so performances, 10 cities, 4 months, 3 different shows, 1 van. You always want to have bananas around.
OK, I’m on tour, with lots of interesting things happening, so of course I don’t have time to blog about it. I’ll continue the blog when I get home, sitting around, nothing going on, with lots of time on my hands.
Makes perfect sense…
So, the new show is now called: “Barry Smith’s Baby Book: A Grownup Comedy About Stuff.”
I did a debut/script reading last week at Steve’s Guitars, this very cool venue in Carbondale, CO, near Aspen, where I live. It was beyond sold out, and people seemed to laugh at all the right places, so whew…
Local columnist Su Lum was there, she wrote this.
Patty Naft designed a poster for the show. It looks like this:
Derek Skalko took some pictures for the show once again. Here are two of them:
And here, for no reason at all, is an old picture of my grandfather, known as Papa. I’m estimating that he’s about the same age in this pic as I am now:
There, pretty much up to speed. Back on track. Right on top of things. This will be a great summer.
I’m working on my new show, “Barry Smith’s Baby Book: Who Saves This Stuff?” I just discovered this transcript from the first grade.
In case you can’t read it, she gave me a B in Writing. Twice! What a total bitch.
Well, Bryson, I guess I showed you who knows what when it comes to writing, eh? Because I’ve got a blog! And not everybody has one of those – you have to be a very, very good writer to have one! And I do. Have one.
So. There.
…as to whether or not a trip to Hell was in my future:
The JWs stopped by right before Easter and left this leaflet on my door. On the front is a picture of your basic Caucasian, surfer Jesus. On the back it says, “No Greater Love Was Ever Shown.”
I put it on my desk, thinking I’d get around to tossing it out later. The next thing I know – and I promise this was not on purpose – I was using it as a coaster.
Say what you will about Jesus, but He has certainly saved my desk from having those little cup circle stains on it. No greater love of furniture was ever shown.
