Goodbye, glorious soldier. My 'first' color poster has finally sold out. A small edition of 100, but a devoted and devote batch. I thank each print individually for its service. If you own one, give it a wink and a nod and say: "good job, you sacreligious monster for doing your part to crush the insidious evil of religion everywhere. for this i salute."
I am decidedly a Sloanist from way back to the first record. I have not to see them live as yet, and am tre' excited about the whole endeavor, although this poster was very rushed and I would have liked to do much better. the print looks great, though.
looks great. is that a weed eater?
a year into the isolation, the cold and the freeze-dry took it's toll on his old acoustic and the only good it could do would be to add to that row of grave markers along the ridge. old pipes and empty gas bottles, a few strands of filament and a handfull of loose screws and threaded machine parts came together to make a makeshift instrument to pluck as the seven-month sun cycle finally gave way to a seven week sunset. it wasn't in any kind of tune and the hollow reverberation didn't warm the heart enough to stand the coming cold but it was enough to fill the endless wintry lonliness, and just enough to accompanying the last cracking whispers of a song forced through dry lips singing their last.
pedini has the right story going. i like to think of most posters as having a story behind the image (i use a lot of figures so there ought to be a story for the character) and the story is as you make it. the band's music does reverb and also spells out a lot of forlorn moments as well as blast offs (see my other mmj poster where the figure rocks to the sunrise/sunset). Jim James specifically asked for NO COUNTRY imagery for some things we are working on. So...