Tuesday, January 28, 2020

1917, Cuttin' A Rug In 1980 and They All Go Out Praying

January 28, 2020
  Got to see the new film "1917" last weekend and I really enjoyed it. Best war film since "Dunkirk" which I saw three times in IMAX, and not quite as good as "Saving Private Ryan" but right up there. 



   

   Dan The Man Harshberger brought out some old photographs today. This one made me smile. 



   Cuttin' a rug, with Darlene Harshberger at our old house at 707 West MacKenzie in Phoenix, Arizona, circa 1980.

   I'm still noodlin' campfire images.

Daily Whip Out: "Campfire Bravado"


"They all go out praying."

—lawman Jeff Milton, in reference to bad men he witnessed dying

Monday, January 27, 2020

More Campfire Faces

January 27, 2020
   Had fun this weekend working out in my studio. I'm seeking ways to portray campfire light.


Daily Whip Out: "I'm all ears, Pendejo!"

   Pendejo is an odd duck who is captured by the bandit chieftain Doroteo Arrango and is going to be "adobed" (shot against an adobe wall) when, on a whim, Arrango spares his life momentarily and asks for a story.

   El  Pendejo quickly spins a horse flesh tale about a lame horse and the deception of a nefarious horse seller which appeals to the brutal, hard riding El Jefe.

Daily Whip Out: "Campfire Bravado"

   El Pendejo becomes a court jester to the brutal bandit king and he continues to spin stories within stories, each triggered by the next reveal.


elbanditosupremo.jpg
"Bandito Supremo"


   Several times Arrango threatens to kill Pendejo, but his stories save the day. Plus, Pendejo seems to know the secret desires of his listeners, capturing them like butterflies under glass.

   Eventually, El Jefe tires of the stories and puts Pendejo up against a firing squad. Appealing to the bandits lust for riches, Pendejos last words foretell of a great treasure. Pendejo is put to the challenge with every story, until the end when the game runs out and all is lost.

   Or, is it?


   That, my friend gives way to another impending, improbable tale from El Pendejo.



   Trust me, you will not like how this story ends.


   A good horse has justice in his heart.


   The storyteller appears weak. He affects all the mannerisms of the victim. He appears to be one thing, but he is another.


   He saw terrible things. Mud walls sprayed with layers of blood turned black. The slow drift of riflesmoke, the carretas filled with corpses headed for nameless graves.


   His mighty stallion went down, tripping in a gopher hole.


"A thousand different forces are killing student interest in the humanities."


"Wife Confident Husband's Band Too Crappy for Groupies"
—OK Boomer headline

Sunday, January 26, 2020

Hat Club Board Members And The Rules They Made

January 26, 2020
   Last night there was a board meeting of certain mysterious Hat Club board members down at Keg Steakhouse at Desert Ridge.


BBB, Rusty York and Thom Ross

Several items were on the agenda, including the ratification of new hat rules and exculpatory methods of extraction. A nice bottle of Cab was consumed and much nitpicking of myth and movies ensued.


Unelected Hat Club Board Members


Hat Rule #1: "Do not touch my hat!"

   Let's get this straight: a cowboy hat is not a toy. It is not okay to touch a cowboy's hat, or put on a stray cowboy hat lying around a bunkhouse or a truckstop. It is not okay to grab it off a cowboy's head, and it is absolutely forbidden to say, as you reach out, "Gee, what's that made of?"


"Do not touch my hat."


Exception: A fiance may touch a cowboy's hat once—on the honeymoon—but that's it. Also, a grandchild may do whatever they want to a cowboy hat, short of sleeping in it. It is, after all, just a hat. I know that doesn't seem fair, but that's just the deal. 

Hat Rule #2: "Do not wear your cowboy hat in mama's house."

   There is no more disrespectful thing you can do, short of killing the family dog, than wearing your cowboy hat inside your mama's house. This includes all your friend's mama's houses, as well. This even includes mamas from other nations. Moms are sacred and every cowboy knows it. Don't do it.

Exception: You may wear your cowboy hat when you are forced to enter the house of your ex-wife's mother. You know, the one who never thought you were good enough to marry her daughter. If you do, though, you must be prepared to fight your ex-wife, her mother and whoever is sleeping with the two sluts at the time of the entry. That's a hard trade off, but it's usually worth it.


Hat Rule #3: "Wearing Hats Indoors Is Complicated. "

   Many cowboys have been in the armed services where it was drilled in to them to take off their lid when they are indoors. This wasn't true in the Old West where you see cowboys wearing hats in saloons and dining halls, but today is a different deal. When in doubt—Doff it.

Exceptions: In some parts of the country, if you enter a restaurant, it's okay to wear your hat at the counter, but not in a booth. This can be dicey if you see someone you know at a table when you are sitting at the counter, with your hat on. If you approach your friend at the table you can say hi and keep your hat on, but if you sit down, the hat must come off. This is known as the "heading-towards-the-door" rule. It is perfectly acceptable to wear your hat, as you cross the dining room towards the door, but do not dilly dally, or the hat must come off.

An Exception to The Exception: While everyone agrees the hat comes off in church, it is okay to wear your hat in Cowboy Church, but then it comes off for the Lord's Prayer.

Hat Rule #4: "The Dance Floor Dilemma"
In the old days, cowboys wore their hats to dances and never took them off, especially while struttin' around the dance floor. But, so many fights broke out when hats got bumped during dances that there are still places—mostly in Texas—where there is a hard and fast rule that you must take your hat off while dancing.

Exception: When a cowboy and a cowgirl are both wearing hats and it's time for a grinder, it is considered appropriate to leave both hats with a babysitter back at the booth.


Bonus Hat Rule: If you are in a cantina, drinking tequila and playing cards with
banditos who call themselves Los Muertos, do not make fun of their sombreros.


Hat Rule #5: "Cowgirls Can Get Away With Murder"

   Most of the hat rules cowboys adhere to are not applicable to a pretty cowgirl.

Exceptions: there are no exceptions to this sexist and ridiculous rule.

"So Sue us."


And the final Hat Rule Is:


Do not ever put your hat on a bed! If you find it there it has to be burned, immediately. I didn't make these rules but they were put into effect by the Hat Board, above, so get with the program!

"Sounds like a bunch of hat Nazis to me."
—Someone's wife who didn't want to go to the dinner last night

Friday, January 24, 2020

You Can't Go Home Again

January 24, 2020
   Pictures take me back to my youth in Mohave County.

The Kimo Cafe, 1950. Jim Weinke at door

   I had my fourteenth birthday party at the Kimo Cafe.

The Kingman Drive-in, 1963

   We tried to sneak into the drive-in with Michele Gilpin and Rick Ridenour in the trunk of Michele's cousin's GTO. We got caught when the Hurst gear shifter got locked in reverse and I had to open the trunk to let Rick out.

    Both Rick and Michele are gone.

Jugs Iced Free, Hilltop, 1947

Al Bell's Mobiloil Station, Peach Springs, 1947


Tommy and his grandfather
at the Copper Cart in Seligman
on the annual Fun Run


The Exits, New Year's Eve, 1964

   A sad irony is I am still trying to impress five girls I went to school with. Three of them are gone, but I'm still trying.

"You go back home and everything you wished was different is still the same and everything you wished was the same is different."
—Cormac McCarthy, "Cities of The Plain"



Thursday, January 23, 2020

Four Geronimo T-Shirt Designs For You to Consider

January 23, 2020
   My boy turns 37 today. Happy Birthday Thomas Charles!

   Meanwhile, I had our design team, Dan Harshberger and Rebecca Edwards come up with four Geronimo T-Shirt designs to consider. With help from our Marketing Guru, Ken Amorosano, here's what we came up with for your consideration:

Design #1: "Geronimo Warrior"

Design #2: "Geronimo Warrior #2"

Design #3: "Geronimo Triptych"

Design #4: "Geronimo Never Surrender"

   Let me know which one you have to have in your closet and on your body. Thanks!

"You go back home and everything you wished was different is still the same and everything you wished was the same is different."
—Cormac McCarthy, "Cities of The Plain"

Wednesday, January 22, 2020

Another Socked In Morning

January 22, 2020
   Woke up to another socked in morning.

Socked In Clouds This Morning

This is looking north towards Elephant Butte.

Socked In Clouds Up On Morning Star

Same mountain range at the top of the hill.

More Socked In

Socked In Again

"Sock it me, sock it to me, sock it to me, show a little respect."
—Aretha Franklin, "Respect"

"My biggest fear in life is that the audience will beat me to the punchline."
—David Mamet

Tuesday, January 21, 2020

The True West Staff On A Rainy Day In Cave Creek

January 21, 2020
   So I had to eat two of the Geronimo banners because of a controversy over one of the words, and rather than throw them away, I put them up on the True West World Headquarters, and since they looked kind of cool, I thought we'd do a staff photo after our Design Review on Tuesday morning and since it rained all night, Robert Ray begged off driving out, so, minus Robert and Stuart Rosebrook, who is in Iowa, here are the staff who showed up today to argue for better things in the magazine.

The True West Staff
L to R: Christine Lake, Rebecca Edwards, Jenna Link, Ken Amorosano, BBB, Carole Glenn, Greg Carroll, Samantha Crowley and Dan The Man Harshberger

   As I mentioned, it rained most of the night and Elephant Butte was socked in this morning.

Elephant Butte Socked In

Still noodling campfire scenes for a project my son and I are working on.


Daily Whip Outs: "Ring Around The Moon"

"Great art is clear thinking about mixed feelings."
—John Baldessari