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Every show that opens must close…

Without a Thought of You

Writing about artshow openings and trendy gallery crawlers seemed like a good idea on a stifling hot Saturday night… I guess. Anyhow, I did the easy part, recording the song below using my alternate, hot-weather recording rig (no mixing board, no tube compressors heating things up) and, you know, to me it shows, but maybe you’ll like the change.

Anyhow, as I ripped off my sweat-drenched headphones and threw them aside so I could race in and turn the big turb0 fan up to its destroy-all-ear-drums setting, I thought, enough for one night.

And Sunday came and went with me just glancing guiltily a few times at the link to the bare framework of this blog post on my desktop. (ie, the picture, the links and not much else.)

And now, here it is Monday and I have work to do.

So, I’m just gonna throw this tune at you and say, here… it’s Monday. Make what you will of it.

Without a Thought of You

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Monday, December 26, 2005
Tuesday, February 07, 2006

lyrics
Without a Thought of You

To think that I once
felt sorry for you
it’s all that i can
bring my puny brain to do

you must think me quite naive
and don’t think I ain’t gonna leave
I just want you to know
what you put me through:

I won’t ever have a dream
without knowning it won’t come true
I won’t ever think of lonely
without a thought of you

Fallin’ for you
was a stretch for me
all your arty friends,
important people to bleed

as every artists knows
every show that
opens must close
you can put it in 30 pt type
in my review:

I won’t ever think of lonely
without a thought of you
i won’t ever have a dream
without knowning it won’t come true

I won’t ever think
forever
without knowing it’s
really never

I won’t ever think of lonely
without a thought of you

10-4-95
(C)1995, TK Major

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Without a Thought of You [v.2]

Without a Thought of You


previous AYoS version

To think that I once felt sorry for you.

That’s what he was thinking as he watched her from across the room. She was standing close to a tall guy in his thirties with greasy hair and round silver studs embedded in his temples that gave him the look of a late fifties American car.

Her pretty dark eyes danced across the tall guy’s face — but he knew from watching her at scores, maybe hundreds of openings and parties, that she was making a kind of dynamic topological map of the room, charting not people’s height but their stature in the art community.

And he knew that the flattering attention in which she bathed Mr ’59 Chrysler Imperial would be duplicated maybe four or five times that night with different men or women.

She would undress as he lay naked on the bed, and give him, unbidden, undesired, a detailed debriefing of the critical art scene intel she had gleaned, dishing caustic, funny slaggings of the very people she had seemed to fawn over earlier in the evening.

And, when, finally, she got on the bed, on her hands and knees above him, naked, and her pretty dark eyes danced across his face in the flickering candlelight, he tried to make his mind a blank.

About this version: I think I have to say that I prefer the previous version of this, from December 26th last. I especially like the artwork, which is an (unintentional) self-portrait. (The signature was added as a joke and to tie it to the song.)

previous AYoS version

Without a Thought of You

To think that I once
felt sorry for you
it’s all that i can
bring my puny brain to do

you must think me quite naive
and don’t think I ain’t gonna leave
i just want you to know
what you put me through:

I won’t ever have a dream
without knowing it won’t come true
I wont ever think of lonely
without a thought of you

Fallin for you
was a stretch for me
all your arty friends,
important people to bleed

as every artists knows
every show that
opens must close
you can put it in 30 pt type
in my review:

I wont ever think of lonely
without a thought of you
i won’t ever have a dream
without knowing it won’t come true

I wont ever think
forever
without knowing it’s
really never
I won’t ever think of lonely
without a thought of you

(C)1995, TK Major

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Without a Thought of You

Without a Thought of You

 

 

You wouldn’t know it to look at me, now, but I used to run with the art damage crowd.

I wasn’t doing my grocery shopping around gallery opening calendars, like some of my friends whose periodic white wine, cheese and cracker binges showed up like tree rings as striations on unpainted fingernails — but I did my share of gallery crawls and loft parties, nonetheless.

My friends had by and large decided that they were hip and anything they did was, therefore, glamorous — and they were great guides through the urban cultural jungle, pulling me aside to whisper about this artist or that critic lurking in some alcove or doorway or backgrounding me on the current scandals and gossip.

Of course, ultimately, there is the art. But the great thing about a mediocre opening or a show filled with pretentious, metooist claptrap was that it left more time for serious — sometimes vengefully serious — drinking. Show me bad art, will you? Your cheap chablis will feel my wrath, gallery swine!

[And let me here apologize to all you gallery owners I helped run out of business back in the ’80s and early ’90s. Yes. You were right, I was a deadbeat. I never bought a damn thing.]

If you hang out on that scene long enough, sooner or later you’ll see a few earnest, hardworking artists who somehow got swept up in the action. You’d think they’d know better.

One supposes it’s usually the allure of cute or sexy or dramatic girls or young men, timelessly in black, who stare into the artist’s eyes and tell them they’re, you know, deep. No matter how deep you actually are, that stuff can turn you around for a minute or two.

Without a Thought of You

To think that I once
felt sorry for you
it’s all that i can
bring my puny brain to do

you must think me quite naive
and don’t think I ain’t gonna leave
I just want you to know
what you put me through:

I won’t ever have a dream
without knowning it won’t come true
I won’t ever think of lonely
without a thought of you

Fallin’ for you
was a stretch for me
all your arty friends,
important people to bleed

as every artists knows
every show that
opens must close
you can put it in 30 pt type
in my review:

I won’t ever think of lonely
without a thought of you
i won’t ever have a dream
without knowning it won’t come true

I won’t ever think
forever
without knowing it’s
really never

I won’t ever think of lonely
without a thought of you

10-4-95
(C)1995, TK Major

[A note on the photo at the top of this post: Stumped for an image for this song, with about half the post written, I decided to take my tiny digital cam out for a walk. This image came straight out of the camera, with no mods except resizing to fit this space. I’d actually been trying to shoot clouds in the puddle, was settling for palm trees, and didn’t realize my own reflection had snuck into a corner of the snap.]

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