Julie C. May at pb&j (Kirkwood-ATL)

Friday March 20th was the opening for photog Julie C. May at pb&j Gallery in the Kirkwood district in Atlanta, GA. They have been in business for two years. And the charming little village as a whole is doing quite well and now has most of your major urban needs condensed for you into a couple of blocks – so Atlanta, y’all. Please Go!!!

Hailing from the Beverlywood area of LA for the past ten years, Julie C. May has meanwhile toured the world in pursuit of great shots. The front room at this quaint, super-cute gallery is full of her selected finds. It runs through May 3rd.

Featured locations: Venice, Italy…Russia…Berlin…Poland…Puerto Rico…St.Kitts…CHI-Town…the girl really gets around. Her photography, shot in black and white with a 1976 Nikon and in shiny-today-digital-color, has so much life. As she says: “Every wrinkle tells a story.” These photos capture people “not reacting, living.”

Not much for self-promotion, the striking and radiant Julie C. May instead chooses to focus on her true passion – her business.  She founded the “Unscene Tour” to give a sense of home and a big boost to emerging photogs across the nation.  Check it: www.unscenetour.com

Back to the show, my companions were my adorable girlfriend, Jami Buck and my uber-hip Bromance from Cafe Intermezzo (via Cali), Duane. I wore lime green seersucker and a white belt and spring was underway. Spritzers are nice and so are almonds and art. Check it: www.facebook.com/hanvance

May got into photography originally “to get more boys to flirt with me.” Provocatively sexy statement for a married woman, I thought. Duane and I were the best heterosexual options on this night, as “the boys” were out in full force to support the gallery and kick back some free wine. They dress quite well, too. Check it: www.facebook.com/bobburkhart    (the b of pb&j)

From elderly Venetians that are clearly Old Souls to a Navyman resplendent in that one ray of light amongst the Chicago skyscrapers, personalities of people and the commonality of life experiences throughout diverse areas of the world are conveyed in a show perhaps more about face than space.

And then my baby paid half for me to get a small piece of Jack Simmonetta’s stuff. He is the j of pb&j. Just thinking to myself I was: the thousands of colors of blue are a nice color, and it is getting late.

So we said bye and headed to Poncey-Highlands for a post-pre-party at my babe’s townhouse, with too much of that Absolut Mango vodka and yet another adorable Jaimie, and then the four of us were up the street to the basement of the Highland Inn for the single best dance party in town. We listened to the Detriot to ATL transplanted rapper Stewart House along the way. And then we finally hit the dancefloor.

Keep URBAN GRINDing

I performed spoken word poetry at Urban Grind (coffeehouse) on Marietta Street on a recent Thursday. On the Westside of Atlanta, GA (not in Marietta), Urban Grind is located in the M Street Lofts and is my favorite spot to read in The ATL, bar none. The event is free each Thursday night with a purchase. It was a great read for me and a bunch of my friends on the scene were, you know, on the scene.

FIT was a hit with “Three to Six Minutes;” Imani from Grambling University read a lovely piece about her ass; Guilty Penmanship is a trio fronted by the vivacious Spenecia – they were high energy and their timing was perfect; Arcane Thoughts has switched seats and is now DJ Arcane; Cambridge is a real word-writer; the host this week was Sphinx and his weed humor and closing poem were appropriate; Cassandra owns the joint and sells a mean veggie burger on Ciabatta bread with skim latte; and my delicious girlfriend Jami Buck was there (kisses).

Twas a real solid mix of love poems, edge energy, musical interludes, live guitar and singing, and intelligent charisma. Urban Grind is an institution, and Thursdays are now sponsored by Douglas (of FLOWETIC – Wednesdays on Boulevard and North at the unnamed spot).

Your host at Urban Grind the following week would be my friend, InfraRED. On this night, InfraRED’s eyes lit up in the audience, when I busted out “White Face” for the crowd like so:

in white face

me the

first white

sambo pickaninny

me

your

wigga in white face

i steppinfetchit

on stage

to amuse

as social commentary

as jester joke

on white folk

in bespoke

or haute couture

saying “for sure”

for show

so throw dough

at me

your cracker

cube boy

mr. dynamite

your ice toy

only honkey

tonkey enough

to wear white face

in this place

get yourself together

get yourself together

lynch this

mob me

i sob see

don’t cry G

be glad

thankful

be mad

crank crazy

geekin’ freakin’

if you like

to get funky

not anymore

not this flunky

pale-faced

milk chocolate

yet i rock it

when i talk it

surrounded this place

by white

towers of power

while i shower

you glower

and glare-stare

while i climb-rhyme

one time

in white face

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Cisco Adler Branches Out

Cisco Adler Interview by Han Vance, Copyright © 2008

I interviewed Cisco Adler at the Malibu Rum Party at Mason Murer Fine Art:

What did you grow up listening to?

My parents’ music first, then Hip-Hop: I was a Hip-Hop snob. Then I started branching out; rebelling from my Dad’s music…and it paid off.

How did you meet Mickey Avalon?

My brother and his manager were friends, and he opened up for my band, Whitestarr. I was like, “That’s why I was so…why I had been so into Hip-Hop.”

I hear influences of classic rock when I listen to your solo stuff.

Melody: I always dip into that. You can’t beat a classic melody. That’s why Akon and those dudes are making so many hits. They sound classic in a way.

Where did you grow up? LA?

Back and forth between LA and Maui with my mother, so I’m an island boy.

Tell me about Cisco Adler Presents. Do you produce, promote, write songs for others?

I do everything under the sun…Banana Beat Records is my imprint through Interscope/Suretone. Lisa D’Amato is my first artist.

I love her stuff. You don’t seem to have any genre boundaries.

As long as I like it and it goes with my vibe I don’t…Then I have Remi Nicole from London. She’s like a Lily Allen but a little harder and ghetto.

Shwayze walks up nearby and I recognize him from the Buzzin’ video and ask Cisco if it is him. Shwayze? I ask.

Shwayze, Cisco confirms. It’s all about Shwayze right now. A hit song will always speak for itself. You don’t have to say anything.

How did you guys meet?

When I was in my band there were always people around. He was one of the people on the couch. Then he started begging to show up at the studio. He would always come up to me at night when I was drunk. I was like ‘ just show up in the studio.’ We made the whole album before we got picked up. It was uninfluenced.

I briefly spoke to Shwayze next while Cisco posed for pictures with chicks that knew him from the Hollywood celebrity press or MySpace:

You grew up in Malibu?

Mostly. I moved to Malibu when I was really young.

I read that on your MySpace account, but you never know what is true. It said, “Only black kid in Malibu.”

That’s pretty true.

How big has MySpace been for you?

It’s been everything. I got so much exposure through meeting people on MySpace, people hearing my stuff.

Currently listening :
Mickey Avalon
By Mickey Avalon

There Was No-L

There Was No-L

She Was Gone

As Quickly As I Made Her Up

No-L, I Called Out

She Turned Her Head

You Want To Go Downtown?

Yeah, I Need Cigarettes

You’re Heading The Wrong Way

Delicious Arm Candy

Setting The Bar So High

For Future Friends

Gorgeous Is Major Understatement

Tanned, Curved, Freckled

Tall, Cheeky, Soul-Eyed

And I Tried

To Imagine

Forever

I Wanted To Keep Her

This Horror Writer

Educated On The Catwalks

Of The World Capital

From The Middle Of America

To Me

Currently listening :
The Smiths

No Marr Drama

SO, LAST NIGHT HAD TO BE THE CRAZIEST FRIDAY NIGHT EVER IN THE HISTORY OF THE SUBURBS. FIRST, I ATE MUSHROOMS. NO, NOT THOSE ‘SHROOMS – PORTOBELLO WITH SPINACH AND CHEESE. THEN I SMOKED ME SOME MINI CIGARS UNTIL MY THROAT HURT AND I WAS DIZZY. THEN, I WAS REPEATED TO THE INSTRUCTIONS FOR PROPER HOUSESITTING WHILE THE FOLKS ARE AWAY AT HILTON HEAD. THEN, I SAW MY SISTER’S NEW THRIFT STORE CLOTHES. THEN, I WATCHED A THE SMITHS CONCERT FROM 1984 IN GERMANY. MORRISSEY DANCES WITH HIS ARM OVER HIS FACE AND SIDEWAYS LEG KICKS UNTIL HE NEARLY TOPPLES, ALL ONE HUNDRED AND FORTY POUNDS OF HIM. ANY GOOD SMITHS’ SONG HAS AN EXTENDED PERIOD OF HIM WHINING IN SOUND RATHER THAN WORD, AND THEY HAVE NO BAD SONGS. SIS HEARD HIS WHIMPER AND VENTURED AWAY FROM PACKING TO JOIN ME IN MOM’S LIVING ROOM. IN 1984, THEY DID NOT HAVE ENOUGH MATERIAL FOR THREE ENCORES, SO THEY PLAYED MANY OF THE SAME (GREAT) SONGS TWICE. THE GERMANS CLAPPED. JOHNNY MARR IS THE GREATEST RYTHM GUITAR PLAYER OF ALL-TIME, BUILDING A SUBTLE WALL OF SOUND THAT WOULD STAND TO BE NOTICED IN ANY BAND WITHOUT THE DRAMA QUEEN AS FRONTMAN…AND OH WHAT A QUEEN HE IS. GREAT HAIR AND WORDS AND THAT VOICE. PLUS, HE HAD FLOWERS IN HIS POCKET. IN POETIC TERMS, THE QUEEN IS DEAD. BUT SHOEGAZING SHALL HALF-LIVE ON IN ETERNITY, I CRY. I LOVED IT WAY TOO MUCH. THEN, I HAD A BEER WITH A NEIGHBOR AND WENT HOME TO MY ART LAIR AND WENT TO SLEEP…ALONE… I WAS NOT HAPPY AND I WAS NOT SAD. AND THE SUMMER NIGHT: CRAZY I TELL YA.

Nepotism in Art? (Athens art show review)

Nepotism in Art?

When I recognized my son had artistic talent it was so rewarding for me. He can really draw and mass creates beautiful representational art. My step-niece is another relative whom is a prolific art creator, his same age, with similar habits and instincts. Ayla Dartez has her first one-woman show in ATHENS, GA as you read this; she is six year’s old. Sure, I spent last night laughing at the comics she creates while drinking an Irish whiskey with her dad – my stepbrother. Sure, he is one of the owners of the place where she is showing: Five Star Day Cafe’ on Broad Street. But my dearest Ayla has earned this show strictly on merit, the merit of her work exemplified here with twelve of her finest whimsical paintings. Her vision for color astounding, her use of characters, humorous. I own an original self-portrait that hangs proudly in my office at home. She is a talent to watch for and this show is entertainment in its purest form. The paintings are hung with thumbtacks. What else for a six-year old? 10 remain for sale at press time.

REM setlist from ATL show

1. These Days
2. Living Well Is the Best Revenge
3. So Fast, So Numb
4. What’s the Frequency, Kenneth?
5. Time After Time
6. Driver 8
7. Man-Sized Wreath
8. Walk Unafraid
9. Hollow Man
10. Ignoreland
11. Houston
12. Electrolite
13. (Don’t Go Back To) Rockville
14. Auctioneer
15. Harborcoat
16. The One I Love
17. I’ve Been High
18. Let Me In
19. Bad Day
20. Horse To Water
21. Orange Crush
22. I’m Gonna DJ23. Supernatural Superserious
24. Losing My Religion
25. Pretty Persuasion
26. Nightswimming
27. Fall On Me (w/ Johnny Marr)
28. Man On The Moon (w/ Johnny Marr)