Sunday, February 25, 2024

The Razz Band's Last Grand Stand

 February 25, 2024

   The reviews are in and I am proud to say, we lived up to our eighties claim as "The state's most mediocre band."

The Razz Band's Last Shot
(with Uno sitting in)

   Yes, this last photo of the band was taken yesterday at the Cryin' Coyote Cafe in Cave Creek just before we kicked out the jams with "Louie Louie" (the clean version). Yes, that is the Tom Mix Cord, which Bob White drove down to the gig. He also sat in on drums so I could do "Gloria" out front with my patented "High School Gymnasium Frug-Meets-the-Jerk" moves.

The Razz Band in semi-action!

   Damn, I'm sore today!

   And, for the record, here's our first band photo, taken before a gig at Lake Havasu for a Sigma Pi fraternity reunion in April of 1978.

The Razz Band's First Gig

   Both photos were taken by Kathy Sue Radina. And Dan The Man Harsbherger got us the Havasu gig, so there is some serious Dee Jay Vu going on here.

   And, even more ironic, we closed both shows with a rockin' finale and this time the lyrics had new meaning and to be honest, they stung a little.

"Well, I told you once an' I told you twice

That someone will have to pay the price (in the morning)

But here's a chance to change your mind

'Cause I'll be gone a long, long time (true that)

Well, this could be the last time (it was)

Maybe the last time (most definitely)

I don't know (oh, yes, we all know)

Oh, no. . ." (quit your whining, dude and face the music)

—The Stones, "Last Time"


Saturday, February 24, 2024

A Day That Will Live In Infancy!

 February 24, 2024

   Well, the day has arrived and I can't find my drumsticks. Which begs the question: when are you too old to Rock 'n' Roll? I have a hunch, not being able to find your tools would be high on the list of determining the ability to rock and roll.

Daily Flashback Whip Out:

"Old Boomer's Judgemental Blow Back"


   I drew this back in my New Times days (in my 40s!), mocking my fellow aging Boomers with a prediction that has not only come true, but that old coot kind of resembles me!

   Which brings us to here.


Dan The Man's Commemorative Poster

   And, here's Rebecca's version:

Rebecca Edwards Commemorative Poster

   All my life I have been accused of being immature. "Oh, grow up!" is a phrase I often heard multiple times a day. But the good news is, I found my drumsticks!

"Some of us grew up on old Route 66, but, to be honest, 'grew up' is a little strong."

—BBB


Friday, February 23, 2024

The Edmundo Segundo Legacy

 February 23, 2024

   Yesterday we got the news that Ed Mell had passed. It wasn't a surprise but it was still a shock.



   His given name was Ed Mell II (the Second!), but I always called him Edmundo Segundo and he was the hardest working artist I have ever known. He had two brothers, Frank and Lee, and by his own admission, they were more talented but Ed simply outworked them—and everyone else. 

A Classic Ed Mell Desert Scene

   In the early 1980s, we shared an art studio which was an old grocery store at Tenth and Oak in downtown Phoenix and we often would go to lunch together and when we came back I had a hard time getting back to work, but Edmundo, would walk in the door, turn right, sit down and start painting again. Damn! it was breathtaking to witness. So focused and on task. I spent six years in what we called the Mell-Bell Studio and, frankly, it was my real college education. 
   Oh, and Edmundo was hilarious. Even as he dealt with Stage Four Cancer he would call me up about some serious business, but soon enough, he would crack wise and we would laugh and laugh. That is what I'll miss the most about my friend Edmundo Segundo.

Trips With Our Boys, Santa Fe, 1992

   Ed's youngest son, Carson, and my son, Tommy with me at Ray Duey's house on Canyon Road.


Edmundo with one of his stunning pieces



Edmundo goofing with my hat in the studio.
Photo by Ralph Rippe

"The only way to have a friend is to be one."
—Ralph Waldo Emerson

Thursday, February 22, 2024

When Horndog Stoved-Up Cowboys at The Mineshaft Attack!

 February 22, 2024

   In the late nineties, David K. Jones and I did a drive time morning radio show on KXAM, broadcast live from Tara's Mineshaft Restaurant And Bar in Cave Creek.


   The show opened with the sound of eggs frying on an industrial restaurant griddle and we had locals in five days a week. 


Daily Whip Out: "Mineshaft Mama"

   I captured this scene of a stoved-up cowboy hitting on a beehive-wearing server at the pinball machine. It's exactly as I saw it (and I have the photo reference to prove it!) The irony is, I am now older than that old pinball horndog. But I can still relate to his methodology!

   Look what I got framed.


Daily Whip Out: "The Tom Mix Cover Art"


"I've always wanted to be crazy rich and the good news is I'm halfway there."

—Old Mineshaft Saying

Wednesday, February 21, 2024

Riders Under Cloudy Skies & When The Law Is Far, The Fist Is Near

 February 21, 2024

   Got a request from Steve Peterson who wants to know if I had any Daily Whip Outs on historic looking riders traversing cloudy skies. Well, yes, of course.

Daily Whip Outs:

"Riders Under Cloudy Skies"

   Meeting up with the Boys from Cattletrack today to go over our long gestating book.

Daily Whip Out: "Pendejo Puncher"

"When the law is far, the fist is near."

—Old Vaquero Saying

Tuesday, February 20, 2024

The Most Important Decision You Will Ever Make Is This

 February 20, 2024

   I usually end with a quote. Today we begin with one.


"The most important decision you will ever make is to be in a good mood."
—Voltaire

   If it's true we are what we think about, then, it pays dividends to be in a good mood. And there's an art to being in a good mood, which I believe is actually more like a muscle, than a magic elixer, or the byproduct of a series of fortuitous events. You know, "If I win the lottery, then I'll be happy," or "if I had that house, that girl, that job, that shirt, then I'd be happy.

   This is rarely the case.

   And, here's a guy who has helped me achieve better discipline to be in a good mood.

The Oklahoma Sage Larry Winget

(and an art collector with great taste in art!)

Why Not Sell Everything As the BBB Collection?

   I've had a few people questioning my decision to liquidate my vast archived DWO artwork and to them I say, "Okay, you store it at your house!" They quickly back peddle and say something like, "You need to sell it as a collection, dude." To which I say, "Who are you calling dude, dude?"

Daily Whip Out: "Battle Butte"


Daily Whip Out: "Crossing Banjo Flats"

Daily Whip Out:

"That Crazy In-din Walked Straight Into That Haboob"

   Yes, all of these will be on display and for sale at this special event.


Be there, or be square."

—Old Kingman Saying

Monday, February 19, 2024

Help Us Do Our Final Swedish Death Cleaning. My Children Thank You In Advance

 February 19, 2024

   Early in my art career I was challenged by a fellow cartoonist with this intriguing statement: "Every artist has 10,000 bad drawings in them." In response, I made the decision to do six bad drawings a day to see if it was true. It took me almost five years to accomplish the goal and, yes, the vast majority of my ten thousand drawings were, in fact, let's say, for the record, "not that good." But, this exercise made me very prolific. I literally have thousands of Daily Whip Outs filed upstairs in my studio, thanks to the late, great Kristi Jacobs, who took the time to separate them by subject matter and file them in large envelopes. These packets take up every inch of floor space.

   So, it's time to thin the herd and share the bounty, as it were.

   This weekend, every last piece is going to a good home. Or, in the trash. Why? This is a gift to my children, and their children.

Daily Whip Outs: "Jesse James Galore"


Daily Whip Outs: "Billy the Kid's Galore"

(granted, these are all framed and not part of the sale, but you get my drift)

Uno Weighs In: "It's all crap to me"

   And of course, there will be a slew of scratchboards to choose from.


Daily Scratchboard Whip Outs:
"Some Of These Are Gone
But More Than A Few Remain"

   And, you guessed it, there will be a few old vaqueros in the mix.

      And, even a landscape, or two. Or 21.


Daily Whip Outs: "Landscapes Galore"

   So, join me this coming Saturday at the Cryin' Coyote Barbecue joint in Cave Creek from three to six. Everything that is unframed is available for $47.50. Be there, or be square.

"Outside the saloon old former prospectors sat dreaming over their canes under the locking old clock. This fury had been known by them in greater days."
—Jack Kerouac

Sunday, February 18, 2024

Now You Can Own A Mick Jagger, A Charles Atlas, A Rudolfo Fiero And A Wise Ass

 February 18, 2024

   It takes one to know one, as the saying goes.



Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"The Smiling Wise Ass"

   And, for the record, I have known a few of these as well.

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"Chisled Cowboy Icon"

   Ditto for this cat.


Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:
"Instense Real Estate Guy"


   I have not met this guy yet, but a friend of mine has.

Daily Whip Out: "Mick Jagger Grandstands"

   And, over the years, I have met (on paper and on the screen) and loved every single one of these Old West characters.

Daily Gang Shot Scratchboard Whip Outs:

"Old West Characters I Love"

   Hint (In No Particular Order): Al Sieber, Mae West, Dick West, Elfego Baca, Charles Atlas, Rudolfo Fiero, Susan Sarandon, Little Crow, Mickey Free, Mickey Campa and Doc Dugan. And, to be honest, I feel like I have met them all up close and personal.

   And, finally, here is someone I am dying to meet.

Daily Whip Out:

"An In-din On An Indian in In-din Country"

   All of these scenic folks will be in the Whip Out bins at the Triple B Art Studio Public Art Sale at the Cryin' Coyote Barbecue in Cave Creek, this coming Saturday, from 3 to six. First come, first serve.

"The jerk store called and they're running out of you."

—George Castanza, "Seinfeld"

Saturday, February 17, 2024

Daily Whip Outs: A Cut Above

 February 17, 2024

   Okay, you've seen some of the Daily Whip Outs in the basic, first line category ($47.50), now it's time for the next level of BBB Whip Outs.

Daily Whip Out:"Boarding School Affair"

   Yes, this was a squeamish, not much reported, episode in the Native American boarding school experience where horndog teachers took advantage of the more attractive students in their charge. It was not pretty, but it was inevitable. A scene from the forthcoming graphic novel "Bisti Badman". Don't worry, it has a happy ending.

   Meanwhile, on the joint project Juni Fisher front. . .

Daily Whip Out:

"Dixxy Diamond In Dust Storm"

   Yes, Juni Fisher and I have a great story to tell about a modern cowgirl who doesn't quite fit the Hollyood, cliche mold.

   The cowboys in my family often referred to the rough and ready hired hands who were not very gentle when it came to the livestock.

Daily Whip Out: "Mr. Hell On Horses"

   And, when it comes to cowboyin' in Arizona this guy has some worthy heritage.

Daily Whip Out:
"Loudermilk Arizona Cowboy"


Daily Whip Out: "Miner's Claim III"


Daily Whip Out: "Miss You Too"

Daily Whip Out: "Old Coot"

   He was a good guy, Uncle Guy, who lived at Steins Pass, New Mexico. I inherited his saddle.

Daily Whip Out:
"Uncle Guy In The Sky"

   All these Whip Outs are way above the bargain basement prices offered in the previous posts. And, here are two guys who came out today to put a dent in the top tier of BBB Whip Outs:

Rob's Robbery

   And the band dude wasn't alone.


Craig Schepp Scores!

   Yes, my number one art patron, Craig Schepp, took home a select gaggle of the best BBB art work. All, in all, it was a momentous day of collection worthy material.


"What was hard to suffer, is sweet to remember."

—Seneca

Friday, February 16, 2024

The Sexual Fantasies of A Clodhopping Yahoo

 February 16, 2024

   I am not proud of any of this, but, unfortunately it is all true. When I was 12 I had a major crush on a certain Mouseketeer. And, in my immature, fevered, Kingman brain, I just knew she knew too.

Daily Whip Out:

"My First Hot Mouseketeer Girlfriend"

   I'm sorry, this DWO is not for sale. It is perhaps the best caricature I have ever done and I am having it framed and mounted in a place of prominence in the Triple B Studio.

   Now, back to Clodhopping Fantasyland and the Daily Whip Outs that track the downward spiral of a lonely kid who should have known better.

    A couple years later, I  graduated to this girl.

Daily Whip Out:
"She Knew How to Pony"

   Trust me, she knew how to do other stuff, but she just didn't want to do any of it with me. Later, I pumped gas in my dad's gas station and fell prey to the legend of the Dip Stick which was a total made up fantasy designed to hook naive little goobers like myself. The older guys told us when a good looking woman comes in for gas be sure to check the oil because sometimes they have custom dip sticks that say, "Ask for ass."

Daily Whip Out:
"The Girl With The Custom Dip Stick"

   Growing up in Kingman car culture, I also had a variety of crushes of the cinematic kind.

Daily Whip Out: "Two-Lane Blacktop Babe"

   Yes, that's Dennis Wilson of the Beach Boys and "Sweet Baby James" Taylor, and the girl is Laurie Bird and the movie is "Two-Lane Blacktop," one of my favorite road pictures to this day.


An Actual Vegas Billboard, circa 1978

   I grew up 103 miles from Vegas, so I not only got my ideas about sexual fantasies from cruising the Strip, we also cruised Fremont in downtown Vegas and made out with local girls from Henderson, which turned out to be a long drive for a little tongue, if you know what I mean, and if you are over seventy, I think you do.

   "When you study history you realize people have been this stupid for thousands of years."

—Old Vaquero Saying

Thursday, February 15, 2024

Last Stand of The Razz Band And Wyatt Earp Bartender Meets Fabio

 February 15, 2024

Get ready for a loud blast from the past.

Last Stand of The Razz Band

Yes, on Saturday, February 24 at the Cryin' Coyote Barbecue in Cave Creek we will be rockin' from three to six. Here we are at our induction into the Arizona Music Hall of Fame several years ago.

Just don't ask me to do Wipeout.

Lauren Kormylo, who is a jeweler and longtime art collector, came out with her husband, Tom, and her stepson, Thomas, to go through the Triple B Art Garage Sale, this morning and she patiently went through five different stashes and three Kristi Jacobs' packets and chose these six pieces.

The Kromylo's Major Haul

I don't want to imply they stole anything, but, in fact, she lifted some very pricey artwork at a heavily reduced price because a.) she's a True West Maniac, and b.) she bought my stuff when nobody else would (besides Craig Schepp). The good news is—there's plenty more where these came from! Like these little gems that got coughed up when Lauren was looking through a packet from my upstairs morgue:

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"When The Smoke Cleared, Wyatt Earp Stood There Without A Scratch"

Imagine all of the bile and booze talk Wyatt had to put up with as a bartender (and he was a bartender much longer than he was a lawman). As he told Ike Clanton after getting an earful walking to Earp's house after a faro shift at the Oriental, "Ike, you talk too much for a fighting man."

Daily Scratchboard Whip Out:

"Wyatt Earp Bartender Ear Bender"

Daily Whip Out: "Wyatt In Hollywood"

Wyatt Earp As Fabio

  And, these next two DWOs are based on Sadie Earp's obsession with having Wyatt save a damsel from a burning building in their painfully lame and ill-fated attempts to write a successful, i.e. commercial story about Earp's time in Tombstone.

Daily Whip Out:

"Fabio Earp Saves A Damsel In Distress"


Daily Whip Out:

"Wyatt Fabio Saves Damsel In Distress II"

And, yes, I spent way too long "improving" all of the above images.
   One of the joys of rifling through my archives is finding stuff I don't even remember doing. And, I didn't have to touch a thing on this big, bad boy.

Daily Whip Out:

"A Great Horned Owl In A Twisted Saguaro"

This is pre-scratchboard and was drawn from life just down the ridge from us, circa 1987. There was this giant saguaro with twisted arms, most of them pointed down because it was near Cave Creek wash where it gets cold at night and the arms get twisted from frostbite. It has since fallen so I'm glad I got to memorialize it. The great horned owl knew all along.

Sorry, I get kind of emotional about all this, but as my French amigo Paul puts it:

"A work of art that did not begin in emotion is not art."

—Paul Cezanne