Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Billy's Back Bigtime

March 31, 2015

   Got the Kid on my mind, big time. We're doing a 12 page feature on him for the next issue of True West with quite a few surprises in store, with stuff from Nolan, Hutton, Buckeye and the Boys.

Daily Whip Out: "Billy Gets His Picture Took"

   We love him, but you must remember he was so buck-toothed he could eat pumpkins through a picket fence.

Daily Whip Out: "Billy's Big Ol' Buck-toothed Grin"

   Billy owed much to the vaqueros of New Mexico. . .

Daily Whip Out: "Vaqueros Ride Hard"

Vaquero Wisdom
“He who chooses the beginning of a road chooses the place it leads  to.”
—Old Vaquero Saying

Daily Whip Out: "Pene-tente"

   Yes, Billy is back and he's up to no good.

Daily Whip Out: "Billy's Back"

“We hang the petty thieves and appoint the great ones to public office.”
—Old Vaquero Saying

Monday, March 30, 2015

BBB at G2 And Close to D8 and H8

March 30, 2015
   Just got back from Santa Fe and points south. Spent most of yesterday out at the Bonanza Creek Movie Ranch south of Santa Fe. Castle Pictures is filming Gunslingers 2 and I am back to be a talking head. There are several numbered movies shooting in the area right now. Adam Sandler is doing "The Ridiculous Six" which appears to be a parody of Quentin Tarrantino's "The Hateful Eight" which also filmed up here. There is a Tina Fey movie with an Afghanistan setting filming on the site ("The Last Survivor" also used New Mexico as a stand-in for Afghan, although not very convincingly to my eye). The funny thing is that there are signs everywhere leading up to the ranch with cryptic, temporary placard road signs with arrows that say "G2", "D6", "H8" and "A7" for the Tina Fey project. Each one leads to a different location on the ranch for that day's shoot.

 BBB at Bonanza Creek Movie Ranch working on G2

   Someone on the set said that "Gunslingers 1" was the highest rated series ever on the Military-American Heroes Channel. From what I saw, it looks like season two is going to be even better.

   The Top Secret Writer followed me as a talking head, and then we drove down to Albququerque to see his new digs. Sat out on the back porch, watched the sun set and solved some life.

Hutton, BBB and Buckey (named for Buckey O'Neill) sitting and hanging out at the High Chaparal

   Flew home this morning and back in the saddle this afternoon.

"Workaholism is such a tough addiction to get over. I had to divorce my wife because she was an enabler."
—Dave Marshal

Saturday, March 28, 2015

What Town Am I In?

March 28, 2015
   I'm visiting a town where menus are serenaded by street musicians.

I'll have the "local tortillas" with the green chile and I'd like to get back to where I once belonged.

   This town has the class to honor pick-up trucks and put them up on a pedistal where they belong.

In this case, a 1941 half-ton Dodge Pick-up truck

   This town works hard to proect the past.

Sign outside of a postal station: "A nation that forgets its past has no future."

   This is a town where the oldest Baby Boomer in Arizona can stand outside of the oldest house in The United States of America.

The oldest house and the oldest BSer in the same place at the same time.

   This town is also home to Kid Ross, one of this country's best and funniest artists.

Kid Ross and BBB standing in the center of San Francisco Street.

   If you haven't guessed it by now, here are two final clues: this town is fond of terrible puns for names of businesses, like Santa Facial and Santa Cafe.

"You had me at Santa."
—Some kid from Lamy

Friday, March 27, 2015

A Half-Assed Friend Saves The Day

March 27, 2015
   Got up this morning and tweaked a Mickey Free painting I was suposed to file for Curator Cal, but saw something I could improve:

Daily Whip Out: "Mickey Free Rides Through The Tundra On His Half-Assed Friend."

   I say "half-assed" because I got the following critique from the "Mule Lady":

   Now, about your boy Tu. This may hurt like falling onto a cactus, but I would be remiss if I didn’t point it out. Over the years you have referred to him as the “not-so-trusty mammoth jack”, but then a sentence later, “big mule”. And, in the early days a “mammoth jack 16 hands high”. I, for one, paid attention and do read what you write, because it is great fun. But, the Mammoth jack is a breed of donkey, as in the American Mammoth Jackstock. The AMJ is the only American breed of Ass and while Washington did not breed the first American mules – by a long shot – he actually was the Father of the American Jackass. The AMJ is the outstanding Papa of the mule. Male mules are actually called “john” or “horse” mules, and females, “molly” or “mare” mules. Male donkeys are called “jacks” and females “jennets or jennies”. Back in the mid-19th century the vernacular was really convoluted and mules were called jacks and jennets, horse mule, mare mule – and other words that a polite lady such as myself would not put down on paper – naw, that’s a lie. So, calling ol’ Tu a mammoth jack just ain’t possible. He is either an Ass or a 1/2 Ass. Then again, I did love the time you used the term, “semi-equine”. As a breeder of the now “threatened” American Mammoth Jackstock and their bastard hybrid children, the mule, I find them to be semi-canine!
—Mule Lady

Daily Whip Out: "The Mickster & His Half-Assed Friend Tu"

"A mule is a horse, but even more so."
—Al Sieber

Wednesday, March 25, 2015

If Lozen Is Chosen, Ain't Nobody Dozin'

March 25, 2015
   Bike Week in Cave Creek so it takes ten minutes longer to get anywhere.

   “Lozen is my right hand. . . strong as a man, braver than most, and cunning in strategy,” said the Apache leader Victorio about his sister. She also fought alongside Geronimo and his warriors, surrendering with him in 1886. She, too, became a prisoner of war, dying of tuberculosis sometime after 1887.


BBB Daily Whip Out: "When Lozen Is Chosen, Ain't Nobody Dozin'"

   I did another version, a little more ethereal.


BBB Daily Whip Out: "Lozen Stalks The Dawn"

   I'm also working on a Tenth Cavalry True West Moment.


BBB Daily Whip Out: "Tenth Cav Courier"

   Notice the smile on his face. I have a hunch those Tenth Cavalry dudes really enjoyed their freedom out West. Is this authentic?

"Authentic, or not? Hasn't [America] been built on the premise of avoiding this very question?"
—Karl Ove Knausgaard, in his #2 take on American in New York Times magazine

Tuesday, March 24, 2015

The Desert Is Blooming And So Are The Local Idiots Like Me

March 24, 2015
   The desert wild flowers are in full bloom around our casita.

The Pump House Amid Blooming Desert Wild Flowers

   Here are couple of the boards I tried to ruin last weekend. First up, The Duke of Dust Gets Serious:

Daily Whip Out: "Don Pedro Stood In The Saddle And Said, 'No Se.'"

   And another dust storm attempt:

Daily Whip Out: "Mickey Free Rides Deeper In To The Billowing Dust"

   Tried to file this next one, but saw it needed a little definition on the cleavage (and other anatomical regions):

Daily Whip Out: "Native Women"

   And, of course, I would be remiss if I didn't show, the failures. Or, at least the times when I go home for lunch and get MY butt whipped, instead of the Daily Whip Out getting whipped. Here is a painting-in-progress that I worked on at lunch time but couldn't finish:

Daily Semi-Whipped: "Tent City (originally started for 'The 66 Kid'—in 2014—to illustrate Ben Rux at Goldroad, but left undone)"

    Working on a writing piece for the launch of the True West Moments book. Handed in the rough yesterday, tweaking today. Yesterday, Curator Cal followed me into the breezeway and said, "Stop drawing for five minutes, okay!" It wasn't a question, or a request, it was a demand. So I gave her five minutes. When I told this to Kathy this morning, she laughed and said, "Well, you certainly ARE prolific, aren't you?" And I sighed and said, "I just don't know if it's any good." To which my therapist wife replied, "Who cares, it gives you joy to do it. Enjoy that."

"When we realize we're all mad, then the whole world suddenly makes sense."
—Mark Twain

Monday, March 23, 2015

Jackboots & Cowboy Hats, Part II

March 23, 2015
   There was some concern expressed last Friday by our publisher Ken Amorosano that my editorial illustration of a Sublette County deputy with a jackbooted Brown Shirt behind him with the Nazi insignia was too much. I reluctantly had to agree. When I went online to research Brown Shirts, I found dozens of depictions of Obama as a Brown Shirt, an SS officer, or as Hitler himself. I hate this kind of cliched hyperbole, from BOTH sides. Plus, I wasn't happy with the caricature of Wyatt Earp and thought I could do it better.

   On Saturday, after Kathy came home from Jazzercize, I had her take a couple reference shots of me in the pose I wanted:

Old Man take a look at yourself, you're a lot like me. . .

No, seriously old man, take a look at me acting like I'm twelve.

   Did some more prep sketches to capture the pose I wanted:

Daily Whip Out: "Wyatt Earp Studies for Jackboot Illustration"

   And whipped out a colored pen version:

Daily Whip Out: "Wyatt Earp Jackboot Study, No. 2"

   Got up this morning and whipped out the final before I came into work:

Daily Whip Out: "Wyatt Earp: 'Seriously? Jack Boots And Brown Shirts?'"

   Rushed it into the office to scan and changed the copy on my editorial (To The Point) to match the new version. Goes to press today.

"I was in command of the content, but not the form, and form is always the most important aspect of human communication."
—Karl Ove Knausgaard's #2 essay on America in New York Times magazine