Beautiful day for a bike ride.
<> I heard that the Joan of Arc Homecoming was this weekend.
I couldn’t pass it up so I rode my bike over there.
The weather was perfect.
Every kid, parent and neighborhood weirdo packed the festival of meats, booze, throw up rides, quilts and gambling.
Sounds like Catholicism to me.
I locked my bike next to the stage, the stage which I saw Southside Johnny play a few years back at the homecoming.
Somebody at Joan of Arc must work for a clever ad agency for they had these little posters asking in several different clever ways of “where is the brat?” in fancy font with pix of the parishioners in funny positions.
I looked at the people screaming on the rides.
The carnies looked a little off as normal.
This was a gambling heavy party, for they had about a dozen booths that involved some sort of religiously sanctioned gambling ranging from the dull pulltabs to poker and some sort of horse betting.
Didn’t figure how that one worked.
I took my chance on one pulltab and promptly lost.
Eh, it is to a greater cause.
But God forbid if I ever gamble without a proper license.
Actually, I don’t think God forbids gambling unless you are Baptist or something.
But the man does.
I don’t even like gambling, but I do like playing cards.
There was a concession stand with handmade cut out figures of a hot dog with legs, eyes and arms.
It was creepy cool only to be matches by the walking soda guy.
> <>I went inside to check out the old ladies selling their quilt tickets.
I really should have bought one.
I wouldn’t know what to do with it if I won, but they wanted three bucks for a ticket and I really should watch my pennies.
Eh, I shoulda bought one.
They looked very cool, proudly pushing their wares which were pinned up to the wall.
Hodaks chicken was for sale in the cafeteria, there was a bingo gambling game going on in a classroom- I think the Catholic age restriction was 14 or 16 or something.
I sat and watched the Dad’s grill the brats.
They all looked loaded and having a blast.
Sort of planted into the ground, rocking back and forth, sipping beer and flipping meat.
Makes me think of some sort of tribal festival.
The old women with their wares, the men and the meat, the women handling food, the natives gambling away their possessions, the kids eating too much and screaming, funny music and even funnier dancing, the head voodoo priest walking around like he owns the joint.
The whole event was familiar, comforting and peculiar.
Culture has many common threads, more than we like to admit.>
So I headed out and unlocked my bike and slowly rolled out of the lot. And some guy as I passed told me it was against the rules to ride my bike. Geez, some people think they are deputized or something. I didn’t even put two and two together until about five seconds after he told me I was breaking the rules. I just figured he was talking to someone else. I checked to see if it said anything at the entrances and sure enough there was a list of don’ts on a sheet of paper. Thing is, I was looking at the rides when I walked in with the bike and breathing in all the interesting odors.
I rolled out of there and went over to the Art Outside at the Bottleworks in Maplewood
I was there the night before but I really didn’t get a chance to check out much of the work.
It was a full house the night before.
Couldn’t go five feet in the joint w/o seeing someone.
I was drafted when I walked in to move a booth for the Schlafly crew.
I saw Andrea and told her that things looked great but honestly I had just arrived.
She put the deal together.
She is a sharp one.
Did a great job now that I did see it all.
Saw Maggie and Larry while watching Maid Right.
That was right on.
They are cool peeps.
They just moved next door to the place they were living so they were all moving and needed to take a rest.
They built a band room so they practice in their band the Good Griefs.
Maid Right played a song called “my dog Sherman
” about the dog chasing bugs.
Maggie and Larry laughed for their old bandmate was named Sherman
and then they started pointing out similarities between the bug chasing dog and their former bandmate.
I also saw Wiktor and Igneshika.
They are some cool peeps too.
I am doing some work for Wiktor.
I need to call him back.
They took me to eat inside the bottleworks as we dined.
The food at the Bottleworks is fantastic.
I could eat there every day.
So fresh and original.
I got to see Jenna, Nannette and Jason at the SCOSAG Booth.
I saw Brandyn Jones, she works over at City Hall and she also put things together.
She is funny.
Really, it was hard not to have fun.
Ron from Mad Art strolled by and he was also handling stuff too.
Geez, not only is he a po-po, runs an art gallery but now helping on this.
I saw Tom Schlafly enjoying the band and then I talked to Greta- she was rocking out in Maid Right, but I then complimented there show.
They did a cover of a police song.
They are much closer to an all girl jug band than the police.
They are pretty heehawriffic.
They are one of my favorite bands right now.
Greta also spun fire at the fights.
She is also likely to fight at one of the bouts sooner than later.
I ran into Chad Garrison in the beer line, surprise surprise.
I bought his beer for him.
I saw even more people, but it goes on and on.
That is why I came back the next day to check out the art.><>
I started at the Scosag booth and Jenna, Jason and Nannette convinced me to put a halo over my head with a decorative head band.
They told me all the hip kids were doing it.
That was good enough for me, but I don’t think I deserve a halo.
Nannette told me that it wasn’t real so it didn’t matter.
I started around by Bill Christman’s booth.
That is just a downright cool fella and his work is a perfect reflection of that.
Popular, but with an octane boost.
I like the simplicity, the straight timeless design incorporating a lot of hand painted signs.
I always liked those signs.
You see them around on occasion.
Sometimes they are faded on the sides of buildings.
It took real skill to put it together.
It doesn’t try to be more than it is.
I saw Diane Tororian and her husband with their kid.
Very wild kid.
She lives over south of the park.
Apparently she went to school w/ my sis over at Nerinx.
She and her husband were keeping a close eye on their son who was meandering about looking at the pavement while they took a rest, but it looks like they can’t take much of a rest with such a curious kid.
And that kid likes to eat.
It was amazing.
The kid wouldn’t stop.
He would grab food out of his mother’s mouth.
It reminded me of a mother robin regurgitating a meal for her offspring.
Except in this case it was a brat.<>
<>I walked around saw Craig Norton had his drawings out. I then stopped over at Carmalita’s booth where she had a lot of plates and bowls. Nice stuff actually. I should consider getting some at some point. We spoke of her quest for a Chevy Nova. She was hanging in the back of her booth with her chum. It looked like they were having a small party in the back, but they were just lying low in the sunny time of the day. I then crashed Caroline Huth’s booth. She does very cute work. It sells well and for good reason. She uses a lot of found art and things she acquires at estate sales. It is mostly paper goods, or smaller stuff incorporated into frames. I talk to her about what she is trying to convey and honestly- she is wacky. I good ways. Let me think, yes good ways. There is a nice pic of her with a bird on her hat. I wound up sitting in on her booth while she ran around. It was nice to take a seat on her director’s chair. People would constantly exclaim their amusement at her pieces. I even sold one for her. A small one. We joked around with one of her friend’s dogs and then talked about the word on the street. She then sent me off with some fresh water for my commission.>I then rode my bike home. As I crossed over 44 at Arsenal someone shouted at me to “get the hell off the sidewalk!”. I looked over at it was Patrick Landewe and Getchen on their way to the Bottleworks. Funny. I crossed over Arsenal to go on the street and there was Marty Minnegrode pedaling in good fury all geared up and proper. That was funny to see him on the street. He had just gotten back from riding to Crestwood. That is some trip. We chatted as we both headed east and then I broke off at Sublette and headed home. I rested up til later in the night.
<>Later that night I wound up heading out to see my old old roommate Dan Potthast band play, MU330 at the Creepy Crawl. It was fun to see them. I sat in the back with the dignified and legendary Paul Stark. I know Paul from a long time back. Most of us do. He works over at STLtoday and has had quite a few interesting jobs over the years. He has always been a participator in the scene, especially when it comes to the ska music, and film. He hosts the Monday night movies at Fredrick’s Music Lounge. He is the manager over there. Very level headed and always making great observations. He can be a shit disturber at times, but he always seems to be far enough removed so he can just watch the fun. We sat in the back, talked a bit and then I went back to talk to the crew. Dan has been living in Cali up in Santa Cruz living the California dream. He called me up wanting to borrow the Cady, but it looks like that won’t be possible for the steering knuckle is still broke. I have been establishing myself as a parts detective trying to get the correct knuckle for this ride. He wants to use the car for their song Rosa Parks. It is about when the KKK adopted the highway. Dan is doing well, I talked to Ted and he is also doing well. We talked about our gardens, and that guy literally is a horticulturalist these days. I talked to Matt Hahn who is getting married into some very seriously connected family. Reception over at the Starlight room with the in law dad inviting an additional 300 or so on top of their number. He is big on the insurance game. It looks like Matt will be moving down to Springfield for a year while his bride to be studies for school. He is a certified electrician and has been working for years at it.>I rolled out of there and met up with the crew at the Famous Bar- always easy for it is close to the crib. I passed on the 3am and went to sleep.