Thursday, June 05, 2014

A Gallery of Rogues From The BBB Archives

June 5, 2014
   Sixth day cleaning in garage. I ran across these characters from my archives.

 
The Apache Kid in Cave Creek Cave (Flint Carney), 1988

 
El Chivato In The Casas Grandes, Mexico Jail (Thomas Charles Bell), 1996

 
Steve Benson, Pulitzer Prize winning cartoonist, circa 1991

 
Doug Clark, Phoenix concert promoter (he created Compton Terrace), circa 1978

 
Paul Andrew Hutton, Santa Fe, New Mexico, 1993

"Whatever you love, you are."
—Old Vaquero Saying

Wednesday, June 04, 2014

To Save Or Chuck?

June 4, 2014
   Still cleaning out the garage and finding some things that I can't believe I ever saved, and other stuff that are keepers and then there are things that are right on the line: to save or chuck?

Save Or Chuck? Help me decide
 
The original poster for my first art show on October 22, 1992: Save or chuck?



 
Ghandi In Arizona, ran in New Times, the actual paste-up boards with glued on corrections: save or chuck?



 
Kathy Sue as Honkytonk Sue at a meat packing plant wall in Tucson, 1980: save or chuck?





 
Bob Boze Bell Screaming, reference shot for Playboy, 1988: save or chuck?


 
Cowboy Caleb Pike, Victoria BC, August 25, 1985: save or chuck?

"I like the dreams of the future better than the history of the past."
—Thomas Jefferson

An Iconic Cover?

June 4, 2014
   We're planning on doing one of these images on the cover of the October issue of True West (our Western Art issue). Do you know who it is?


   If not, here he is when he was older:



   Or, would you be more inclined to buy the magazine if we featured his artwork, instead a photo of Charlie Russell?

"When the artist becomes a legend, print his artwork, not his mug."
—A Cynical Editor

Tuesday, June 03, 2014

In Search of The Perfect Billy the Kid

June 3, 2014
    Still cleaning in the garage, making room for the palette of hard bound books. Been finding a couple little gems in the piles of goo, like this clean, little drawing, of the Kid:



 Billy Buckaroo

   This is from an old photograph that Jim Earle found (and used on one of his books about the Kid) and it does have a cocky resemblance to the Kid. Unfortunately, the photo has a Baltimore studio imprint so it's somewhat unlikely that it's the real Willie Bonney, but this is how we want him to look, plus the hat, which I've added, is a wide brimmed Chihuahua sugarloaf, which Garrett claimed he wore.

   Meanwhile, over the years I have commissioned various artists to come up with lettering for T-shirts and book titles and I believe this is a Bob Steinhilber number:



   And just for grins here's the new CDV of the Kid, flopped to represent how he really looked.

 
The new Billy the Kid CDV that Brian Lebel will auction off later this month.



And also, just for grins, here is the photograph I bought at the Longhorn Ranch Museum in New Mexico that set off the storm to find the truth about the lad:

 
An Authentic Photo of Billy the Kid and Pat Garrett signed! And totally fake.

"On the village street stands a tall figure in a red cloak flung over a sheepskin vest that is black with grime; a lavender turban with tassels and once colorful boots deck the extremities of this bandit, who hails me in a wolfish, leering way."
—Peter Mathiessen, The Snow Leopard

Monday, June 02, 2014

When A Picture Is Worth $96,000

June 2, 2014
   Found a long lost photograph in the garage over the weekend. This picture was taken when Bob McCubbin and I bought True West magazine. After our negotiations we stepped outside for a photograph and a handshake between the two current owners of True West and the two new owners (actually three, Rick Baish was not in attendance).

 
October 16, 1999: The two Steves (Steve Cundiff and Steve Gragert) shake with the two Bobs over a framed, first issue of True West

   And here's my blog post about the photo:

October 15, 1999
   Flew to Tulsa. Got to Stillwater at two, four their time. Bob McCubbin was waiting and we took off and got there and met Carole at hotel [who had flown over earlier and was learning the ropes]. Then walked over to Mexican Joe's for dinner and had a large pitcher of margaritas and then the worst Mexican food I have ever had in my life. Really awful. We then went to the TW office and looked at Dan's new cover logo and laid it in. We finished the January issue (we just had four pages that were ours).

 The next day we finalized negotiations, shook hands and had a photo taken. As we pulled away from the meeting in our rental car, Bob, who is driving, yells out, "Oh, my God! What have we done?"

"Don't buy yourself a job."
—golden advice I didn't take from a good friend

Sunday, June 01, 2014

History Is Where You Find It


June 1, 2014
   This isn't news, but I save everything. Kathy says I'm a hoarder but I prefer the less offensive moniker: Archivist. Unfortunately, for me, an archivist knows where to find things because they have "archived" their materials. I have a little different approach. Here is an example:


The BBB Garage Archives, June 1, 2014, 6:40 a.m.

   Believe it or not, it was in these very files I found all the supporting materials for my homage to Kingman and my parents, for my recently completed project, "The 66 Kid." True, there were several gems I could not put my hands on, and, of course, this morning I found two of them as I was filling a garbage container to get ready for the 500 hardbound books arriving in the next several weeks on a pallet from the publisher.

   I also found other things, like this newspaper from 1997:


I had forgotten that the University of Arizona Wildcats beat four No. 1 seeds AND they won the final championship game against Kentucky, in overtime—84-79.


The Fourth Avenue spill out party, which turned ugly a few years later when the Cats lost, sort of the Altamont to '97's Woodstock.

   Today, the pressing concern is—virtually all of this is one-ciick away on Google and probably You Tube, so why even save it? I called Tom Bell to see if he wanted it but he's on his way to a teaching job in Thailand and is chucking most of the stuff he has in Baltimore.

   I also found a long lost photo of the two Steves shaking hands with the two Bobs when we bought True West magazine way back in 1999. I had Robert Ray do a server search for this photo when we celebrated our ten year anniversary in the magazine, but he could only find a black and white scan of it. I fretted and fretted because I knew I had the damn color photo somewhere in my "archives" and, well, I found it yesterday in a box of "other" stuff (I'll post it tomorrow).

Watched the Rock 'N' Roll Hall of Fame induction ceremony last night with a mixture of joy and dread. Great songs, but all my favorite babes are looking long in the tooth! However, loved The Boss's oft-delivered live intro for his band:

"The heart-stopping, pants-dropping, earth-shocking, booty-shaking, earth-quaking, Viagara-taking, history-making, legendary E Street Band."
—Bruce Springsteen


Friday, May 30, 2014

Powhatan Clarke Revisited

May 30, 2014
   We are doing a big feature on the Arizona Medal of Honor recipients in the next issue (August), which is part of a big show currently on display at the Arizona Historical Society in Tempe (in Papago Park on the Curry side):

   One of the Medal of Honor recipients is the subject of a recent blog post about his father, who I discovered while visiting my son in Baltimore:

 
Powhatan Clarke, Sr. in a painting at the Maryland Historical Society Museum

   His son earned the Medal of Honor in Arizona. Here is my take on him, poached from a Frederic Remington rendering of Powhatan:

Lt. Powhatan Clarke and his Apache Scouts by BBB aping Remington.

   And here is a real Remington illustration that made soldier Clarke famous to the folks back east:
 
Frederic Remington's depiction of Lt. Powhatan H. Clarke rescuing Corporal Edward Scott of the 10th Cavalry Buffalo Soldiers and earning the Medal of Honor during the Apache Wars. And here is Lt. Clarke wearing his medal:



 
Lt. Powhatan Clarke, circa 1886. He earned the medal for his heroic actions on May 3, 1886 during the Geronimo Campaign. This photo is courtesy Heritage Auctions.

   And here's my take on the artist who painted Powhatan in the field:

 
BBB's Remington doing a Daily Whipout

"Ah, Arizona where young men are full of enthusiasm and old men are full of whiskey."
—Frederic Remington

Toasting The Hat That Is Toast


May 30, 2014
   AC in the studio is out. Had to call Desert Foothills Air Conditioning and then wait for a technician. One came around 9:30 and found out it was simply a breaker issue. Amazing how nice it feels in here with the cooler going.

   HAT NEWS: I brought one of my straws to Baltimore for T's graduation. Was tempted to bring one of my good felts, but after the graduation we were going to the beach in Dewey, Delaware and I was afraid I would ding the dang thing too much.

   Unfortunately, the brim on the straw went entirely flat, perhaps from the eastcoast humidity, although it didn't seem all that bad. I tried reshaping the brim, but it just got worse. Here we are on the last day in Baltimore, having shots in a harbor saloon near where T. Charles works at V-No (a wine bar, get it?):



Pattarapan and Kathy toast the guy wearing the hat that is toast.

   I'm embarrassed at how squirrelly the dang brim looks. Brought it into Watson's Cave Creek Hat Shop yesterday for emergency care. Could be expensive but I don't care. I want my hats to be happy.

"Hat's off to ya."
—Old Vaquero Greeting

Thursday, May 29, 2014

Powhatan Clarke's Old Man

May 29, 2014
   So, last week I'm in Baltimore at the Maryland Historical Society Museum and I see a big painting of a dude named Powhatan Clarke, and I send a text to Professor Paul Andrew Hutton who is writing a major book on the Apaches and ask him if this guy is related to the Powhatan Clarke who Remington drew and used as a model in the Apache Wars.

 
A BBB sketch from a photograph that Frederic Remington took of Powhatan Clarke.


  Hutton writes back and says, no, our Powhatan was from Louisiana. Gee, what are the odds? I think to myself. Oh, well.

   Today, I get this cryptic email from Hutton:

"BBB: I just came across a newspaper interview with Powhatan Clarke that mentions that his father PH Sr. was a famous professor in Baltimore."
—Paul Hutton

 
Powhatan Clarke, Sr. from the Baltimore Historical Society Museum

"Nothing is stranger than the truth."
—Old Vaquero Saying




Wednesday, May 28, 2014

A Million Ways to Fail Making A Good Western

May 28, 2014
   Thanks to my movie critic pal, Henry Beck, Kathy and I got to see a sneak preview of Seth MacFarlane's new Western, "A Million Ways to Die In The West." We saw it last night down at Tempe Marketplace (Harkins) and everyone in that theater wanted this film to work, which was cool. You could feel it.



   So, what's the verdict? Well, straight up, it's very funny (in parts) too long (two hours!) and at times doesn't know what kind of film it wants to be: the bad guy (Liam Neesam) gets an overly serious, not-funny-at-all, introduction-set-piece so we can see how bad-ass he is, but it totally takes us out of the non-stop satire. Picture a scene from "The Oxbow Incident" showing up in the beginning of "Blazing Saddles." This is eerily similar to what happened in last year's Lone Ranger when they tried to set up the bad guy with a gory scene of death and mutilation. And, I would venture, they both failed to create the desired effect: it's such a cliche, we're not in the mood to believe it, plus it isn't funny, so why's it even in there?





  As tennis great Rod Laver put it, "Go to the net, or stay behind the baseline—don't get caught in the middle." And in this case, we're smack-dab-in-the-middle of Clicheville: we've got cliche bad guys doing cliche stunts in a cliche setting (Hey guys, at this point, there must be some other location in the West BESIDES Monument Valley!). Plus, I am so tired of Bonanza Creek (outside Santa Fe) as a go to Western set (it was used extensively in "Cowboys & Aliens" and "The Lone Ranger" and now here). It's a piddly set, unworthy of a big, Western. Tired stuff, all done with great affection and respect, of course, but it's killing the genre deader than a door nail.


Charleze Theron is actually very good in this. Somehow, she manages to pull off a very difficult role and make it fly.





   Here's the review in Variety, which is dead on (sticking with the "Die" theme):

A Million Ways to Bomb In The West


"What you don’t expect from MacFarlane is a genteel, weightless genre parody that, even with its de rigueur parade of dick and fart jokes, is unlikely to offend anyone born after the gunfight at the O.K. Corral."
—Scott Foundas, Variety




Tuesday, May 27, 2014

A New Billy the Kid CDV Has Surfaced

May 27, 2014

   We have long suspected that after Billy the Kid's fame grew after his death, someone probably made a CDV of the tintype to sell. Now one has surfaced from the Silver City area and Brian Lebel is going to auction it off next month.





A new version of the Billy the Kid tintype: Label estimates it will go for $8K to $10K. Want to go halfsies on it?

For more information, go to:



Brian Lebel’s

 Old West Show & Auction

 June 27th – 29th 2014

 Denver, Colorado

 Celebrating our 25th Anniversary



 www.denveroldwest.com



"He's back!"

—The Regulators

Monday, May 26, 2014

Get Ready for a new series to be called "Gunslingers"


May 26, 2014
   On our last day in Baltimore, my son drove us up to Hampden for breakfast at the Golden West Cafe. Had the local version of huevos rancheros, complete with a banana slice:


it was good, but the tortilla was store bought. I told my kids I couldn't live in a place where you can only get store bought tortillas. Unfortunately, that includes most of New Mexico. Afterwards, we walked around the neighborhood, which is quite funky-hippie.



I believe this is Cafe Hon, which was another eating place on the street.

  Just got invited to attend the premiere of "Gunslingers" a new mult-part docudrama series on a new channel—The Military Channel is changing their name to The American Heroes Channel—and they are launching the whole deal with this series, which I worked on. Here was my view last summer on a hot day, outside Santa Fe:



The Bonanza Creek set of "Gunslingers," where I channeled my best, poached Larry Ball factoids on Tom Horn, among others, and, the resulting stew, which will premiere on July 29 on the new American Heroes Channel should be a hoot.

In addition to the launch of the TV show I've also got to start getting ready to launch my own book, "The 66 Kid," which will premiere on August 14 at the Powerhouse in Kingman.



Lots of media to line up and it's almost as difficult as doing the actual book (and even more haphazard!). it ain't easy to be heard in a crowded marketplace. Or, as James Parker put it so succinctly in Sunday's New York Times:

"You [must] find new formats, new gimmicks, new shows to be on, new ways to prickle or perforate the oblivious disregard in which America holds you, the dark night of your unfamousness."
—James Parker

Saturday, May 24, 2014

More French Remingtons


May 24, 2014
   On Thursday Kathy and I walked from T's apartment to the Mount Vernon area of Baltimore. Yes, named for George Washington. The monument for the father of our country is currently under rennovation:


The Baltimore Washington Monument in Baltimore

   The area is also very rich in old buildings:


A Baltimore church in the Mount Vernon area, built circa 1876

We visited two museums in the area. One was the Maryland Historical Society Museum where they had a very good Civil War show and then we walked over to the Walters Museum where I discovered a couple of very cool gems on the fourth or fifth floor:



"Italian Brigands Surprised by Papal Troops," by Emile-Jean-Horace Vernet, 1831

The text says Italy was plagued by stagecoach robberies in the frontier regions and this painting portrays a Papal posse rounding up some outlaws in the process of robbing the stage and carrying off  bootie and booty. The dude on horseback, center, is a dead ringer for Custer, and the brigand he is about to shoot in the head is almost a perfect Joaquin Murrietta. Great action and good horse flesh and this predates Freddy Remington by fifty years!

It gets better: around the corner from this painting is another French action masterpiece:


Another French guy predating Kid Colt Comics by a century (sorry, didn't write down his name or the date). Noticing the muzzle flashes, something I thought was pioneered with Kid Colt, Sgt Rock, and the 1950s comics, but no, here it is in the early 1800s. The modern day acolyte of this effect is Andy Thomas who seems to love the muzzle flash and uses it in many of his paintings of Billy the Kid and Mickey Free, etc.. Charlie Russell used it sparingly, and I don't recall any Remingtons utilizing the muzzle flash. Can you?

Anyway, I'm always amazed at how there is not much new under the sun, but these two gems take the cake in that department, proving for the umpeenth time Chaucer's line, "Out of old fields comes all the new corn."

"some [bullets] come with a sharp 'click', like striking a cabbage leaf with a whip lash, others come with a screech, very much such as you would get by treading on a cat's tail."
—Wilbur Fisk, 2nd Vermont infantry, at Cold Harbor, Virginia, June, 1864

Gettysburg and Devils Den


May 24, 2014
   When I was a lad in school, I often got in trouble for talking too much and would sometimes be sent to the library, of all places, which was intended as a punishment but actually inspired me. While nosing around the stacks at Mohave County Union High School, on one of these solitary confinements I discovered a book full of Mathew Brady Civil War photographs. I loved them all, but I especially loved one photo in particular: a dead Rebel sharpshooter in a battlefield location known as Devil's Den. This photograph haunted me. The sharpshooter looked so young. I made a vow to someday stand on that exact spot which was at Gettysburg in a spot known as Devil's Den.

   Well, yesterday afternoon, I finally got to stand on the exact spot:



A lifetime dream to stand in Devi's Den on the Gettysburg Battlefield. The famous photograph is on the plaque, but unfortunately, it's washed out in the sunlight. Also, I believe it was Gardner who took the photo, not Brady, but in those old books it seemed like Mathew Brady got credit for more than he took (or, I was a careless reader and assumed it was Brady).

Of course there were other nearby places I was dying to see and stand on, like Little Round Top, The Peach Orchard and Seminary Ridge and they were all thrilling to finally see with my own eyes. This is the Confederate view from Warfield Ridge, looking across at Sickle's position on the extreme left of the Union line:



Longstreet's view from what is known today as West Confederate Avenue. Of course every square inch of the battlefield is documented—and still fought over—with dueling memorials, statues and plaques cluttering up the roadsides like a back woods yard sale, but what is so vivid when you walk the sprawling acreage is the realization that all the Rebels were fighting on ground they had never seen before and it's probably safe to say, most of the Yanks weren't familiar with the ground either. I suppose this is true of every battlefield, but the juxtaposition of random geography being utilized by giant, moving armies, with the leaders making decisions on the fly and today all those same, random spots are sanctified and carved in marble, is pretty profound.

The Visitor Center had very good displays and the film narrated by Morgan Freeman is most excellent, but the mind blower for me was the 360 degree panorama painting of the battle done by a French painter, Paul Dominique Philippoteaux. Here's just a small portion of the huge painting:



Known as the French Master of the Cyclorama, Philippoteaux, did at least eight other colossal canvases in the late 1800s, some on other battles—one in Egypt— and he is very, very good. There is not one weak rendering of horse or man in the entire epic sweep (and believe me, I was looking for one). Here's another portion of the canvas depicting cannon being brought up to the front lines:



The restoration of this epic painting is a story in itself. The painting moved around and then was cut up into smaller paintings and much of the rest was in ragged shape when they started to reassemble the thing in the 1950s. I don't even know how you would have moved the original, or how Mr. P. could have painted it unless he had a railroad roundhouse as a studio. Why this dude isn't more famous I don't know. It's a masterful, tour de force.

"War does not determine who is right—only who is left."
—Old Vaquero Saying

Thursday, May 22, 2014

Quote The Ravens Nevermore


May 22, 2014
  We woke up to a slight mist in Baltimore this morning. This is the view from T. Bell's third story, loft bedroom (the kids are letting mom and dad use their bedroom):


Good morning Baltimore!

It's misting out which is just heaven to a Zonie. Here's a closer look:


Baltimore in the morning: that's M&T Bank Field, where the Ravens play, at left.

Lounged around and had coffee. Pattarapan made Thai porridge before she left for work. Since Tomas is now a graduate he has a ton of job interviews. Here he is putting on a tie while his mama irons his pants:


Mama said there would be days like this.

   I'm tempted to say he's still mother dependent, but at least she's helping him, while his father sits on his big, fat ass and blogs about it. Here's the posed version:


You missed a spot, Mama.

   Going to go to Gettysburg tomorrow. Decided to walk around and look at art and be tourists in Baltimore. Speaking of which, last Friday we drove by Edgar Allan Poe's old house which is about a block from T's apartment:


Bill Glenn and T. Bell (in his graduation gown) in front of Poe's house, circa 1834.

   It just dawned on me, are the Baltimore Ravens named for Poe's famous poem? Really? I never realized this. A football team named after a poem?! That is crazy cool.

"Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my door!'
Quoth the raven, `Nevermore.'"
—Edgar Allan Poe