MARTYNKA AND SARAH
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Or FATBELLYWOOD or HOLLYWOODCHUCK, call it what you will the Catskills are once again becoming the destination of choice for the hipster/celeb set. It's not the first time. Those of you who are old enough will remember the big cartoon billboard of Jerry Lewis along Rt. 17 (Future 86) exclaiming "BROWNS- My favorite resort!". Our little corner of paradise is what used to be known as the "Borsht Belt". In the late 19th century predominently Jewish dairy farms in these hills opened their doors to city friends and family in the summer time, giving them a break from the oppressive conditions of the L.E.S. These boarding houses paved the way for the hotels. Prohibition kicked into high gear giving the hotels a real reason to exist. Illegal booze and casinos? What a combo. Babe Ruth, Peg Leg Bates and Al Capone all partied here. The Italian and Jewish mob joined forces and an entire resort community was formed. From the 40's into the 60's the Borsht Belt was in full effect. The Concord, Browns, Grossinger's, The Pines, Homowack, The Raleigh, are now either all gone, or barely hang on in some mutated state. Only Kutsher's keeps it's hip cred hosting ATP every year. Iggy's coming this year.
It's been 15 years in coming. The month I pay off my mortgage I'm having a service in the church. I always said I was going to wait until I had something to say before convening the elders and having a full fledged service.....but I'm tired of waiting. Slick "curated" me as part of a larger show that Brett and Sarah Majestic are doing. Glen Wild is waking up. Denniston Hill Foundation has Kara back and they have a summer of stuff planned. Artworld celebs Julie and Paul promise to be around for..... But back to me. I need help doing this church. Sure, cleaning and humping, and painting and taping would be nice, but more importantly is help in the form of just showing up. Look, turkey season is over that day. What else could keep you away? Bring a covered dish or booze or some desert. And if you are really feeling the spirit i welcome confessions and testimonials. There's phone or email or comments or facebook or just drop by 143 Old Glen Wild Rd. Glen Wild, NY 12738. All are Welcome.
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The fact that I'm sitting at my computer at 7:30 am Sunday morning means I either scored yesterday, or..... Yeah, you guessed it. Two days of high winds, soft snow and rabbit screams in my ears has slowed me to a complacent crawl. If it wasn't for that $35 I ponied up I'd blow off the entire affair. Coyote hunting is tough business.
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Today is the first day of a three day coyote hunting contest here in NY State. The Grand prize is $2000. So I'm in the woods. I was up before dawn and planned on starting the day in my deer stand down by the river, on GNJohn's land. It was cold, snowy and windy- suckass weather for coyote hunting. Nonetheless I was in the field right after first light. As I headed for the stand I had a change of plans. Instead of hugging the swamp, i cut across the field and.....I looked across the dead golden rod and there on Gilkey's hill, right off the Denniston grave marker, stood a coyote. Damn! As soon as I spotted him, he made me and slunk off. If I had stuck to my original plan I would've had a shot.
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That was the first thing out of Teehoo's mouth Valentine's morning. I had travelled down to the big city to surprise Shewho for Valentine's eve. Teehoo and I had cooked it up, complete with dinner at Schiller's and drinks at Max. Fish. We had a great time. Ah, but this was just a distant memory, as her mother and I stunk up the tiny apartment with our slowly decaying carcasses. I admit I can be pungent. The wood smoke clings to my clothes, hair and beard. Mixed with pit stank and booze sweat, I guess we did smell like the elderly. Hell, get used to it kiddo.
Maybe it's my short term memory loss, but I swear Shewho never told me that her phone only worked on speaker. So the other day in the midst of our phone conversation involving her afternoon encounter with a major Hollywood celeb. I mentioned that I had recently seen one of her films where she screws and jerks off her son, then her son kills her with a knife......and I think I made some crack about "star fucking"......"You know you're on speaker?" I did not. What I did know is she had a tiny apartment and 14 year old Teehoo was most likely close by. Christ!
It's been a long time coming. Since the cave dwellers first spit blood over their hand, leaving a negative record on the wall, painting has always been first and foremost in the minds of most, over it's bastard brother sculpture. Sculpture was utilitarian. Painting was art. Then, the other day, a spindly 6' figure "Walking Man" by the sculptor Giacometti, surpassed Picasso's "Boy and Pipe" in monetary value brought at auction. The skinny feller went for over 104 million USD. Finally!
Step 1: adapt your lifestyle to heat by wood. Step 2: buy one large red enamel pot. Step 3: wait until it gets below zero and you have a bad cold.