Lyrics Series

So sorry for the absence. Life has been… boring to say the least. Instead of forcing an entry I prefer to wait until I am inspired. I have never much understood the tumblr format of blogging where you post random shit, not shit that is yours either, shit that you found on the internet. I blog for the catharsis of writing. Of sharing. Of creating. So, yeah, when I am bored, you will not see posts. That being said… Let’s move on to the purpose of this.
I have found myself very inspired by lyrics lately. A song gets stuck in my head, it plays over and over, I think about visualizing it. Songs that have lines and hooks that resonate with me, and my world, and the twisted maze that wraps around my brain deserve solid creations. So, without further adieu, here they are.

Buddha, with Kid Cudi lyrics.

Foster the People, Warrant

Self Portrait Collage, with AFI lyrics

I hope to find the inspiration for more. You can always keep up with my bullshit on Instagram (@bethanie_m) and Flickr, link is somewhere on this page.



The modern age and its effect on the youth.

I’m literally listening to a teenager’s Soundcloud feed right now. And loving it.

This kid has more talent than I could have dreamed for when I was a teenager. I’m not jealous.

So I was perusing one of my favorite iPhoneography sites, We Are Juxt, and discovered an interview with a teenage Instagrammer , @dj_cue, that isn’t obsessed with taking selfie shots in the mirror. He’s talented, he’s creative, and he’s original. His Instagram feed is so distinct and original.

It kind of amazes me the things teenagers can do in this day and age. When I was in high school, I took pictures for the yearbook on one of those original digital cameras that took floppy disks. Like this:

And now we can take better quality photos on our phones. And while we’re on the subject of how old I am/feel, this was my first cell phone: Many of you might remember these relics of the past, but some of you may just think, what the hell is that? We’ve come a long way, baby. Texting was a new phenomenon then, and now it has virtually replaced talking on the phone. Millions of teenagers upload their Vlogs on to You Tube every day, their entire lives are documented on Facebook and Twitter, and they don’t even have to wait for movies to come out to DVD before they are downloaded straight from the Internet. In this age of over-consumption of technology and media, it’s nice to see kids using technology for good and not evil.

Oh yeah, gonads. Why? Because that word is so funny and never gets used anymore.

I was trying really hard to make a sticker for a sticker campaign yesterday, and it just did not work out at all for me. I kept getting the ratio wrong with going from iPhone to the sticker printer, so I gave up. I am tech retarded quite a bit of the time. I’m working on my handicap though. So I made it a print on my Etsy & Society 6.

Whoa, ever lose entire 10 minute blocks of your life looking at ridiculous celebrity gossip on the Internet? I wish I could say it didn’t happen that often… Must unfollow TMZ on Twitter.

Red Bull Gives Me Wings.

Sometimes life is funny. Sometimes, the best thing to do is sit back and take it all in. Yesterday I left work on an empty tank and hoped all the way home that Squishy could make it 30 miles home. This morning, I had to hope Squishy could make it the 2 miles to the bank to cash my check, and then another mile to the gas station. This is what happens when your debit card information gets stolen at a restaurant and you have to wait to get a new card in the mail. Screw you, Ra Sushi. Life hasn’t been the friendliest this last week, and I’ll be the first to admit that when life gives me lemons, I just put them with vodka and sit on my ass and dwell about how life sucks. Total first world problem I know. Here’s a fun fact about Arizona, it’s fucking hot. And when you’re so broke you can’t afford to run the A.C., it makes it feel a lot like a third world country.


Anyway. I sold a print this week, and that is awesome.

What else did I want to discuss this morning? Oh yeah, Linkin Park totally made a dance song. Burn it Up is a dance song. And by the sounds of it, the other new songs are pretty electrical as well. I love dance music. I love techno beats. Linkin Park has its moments in my life. So this could work out between us. We could rekindle that little fire we had in high school, when you were screaming “SHUT UP WHEN I’M TALKING TO YOU.” We’ll just take it day by day, LP.

This is the print that sold this week. Boy am I glad I decided to post it.

Hipster dance party

What a refreshing way to spend a Friday night. Instead of wielding my way through the crowds of some boring, played out, but oh so happening bar on Mill or in Scottsdale, I spent the night dancing my feet off at Bar Smith Downtown. Andy Rourke of the Smiths was Deejaying Smiths tracks and what I discovered was something I have been missing out on. One time in New York I got the pleasure of dancing to non-mainstream music, and I must say I enjoyed it so much more than the usual booty shaking celebrated in regular bars and clubs. At Bar Smith I was surrounded by hipsters and alternative/indie people all dancing their hearts out in their own personal response to the music. No judgement or certain style required, everyone had their own style as well as personal bubble (well almost everyone, one girl had a particularly strong like for my friend Erin).
I was home.




An adventure in Art.

Last night I finally escaped the grind of working till midnight nearly every single Friday, mind you had to specially plan for this weeks in advance.

I started my adventure at ASU Art Museum, viewing the project “It’s not just black and white” by Gregory Sale. This is a social studies project about prisons and jails in Arizona, with actual sheriff’s inmates painting an entire wall of black and white stripes. On the opposite wall was a blank space for people to write, draw, and scribble their reflections and thoughts on it. There was also a phone to record spoken words. With fliers printed with actual facts and statistics about the history of prisons and the growing incarcerated population of Arizona, it really left me with more than just the idea of how we punish people. I have already been a firm believer that in Arizona we lock people up for things that really shouldn’t warrant actual imprisonment. This project gave more underlying focus on the fact that our system isn’t working the rehabilitation factor.

My next stop was Third Friday in Phoenix. After zooming from Tempe to Downtown in order to catch the openings before half of them closed at 9p and doing the most awkward parallel parking job, I reached my first destination of the “Scooter Gods” at Pravus Gallery. The show is by Mulder142 and features various gods, such as Jesus, Lucifer, and Buddha, all riding scooters. The acrylic on panel paintings are full of bold colors using bright outlines. The style is very illustrative but incredibly detailed, with a cartoonish feel, but depth that draws you in. Seeing Jesus in jeans and a red hoodie and flip flops kneeling next to his scooter in “Jesus-A Prayer in the Garden” is an amusing image to come across. Jesus being such an identifiable icon makes the piece all the more enlightening and uplifting. His take on Lucifer in “Lucifer-Bringer of Light” features little “666” sequences all throughout in varied typographies keeps the viewer looking all around the image for little surprises. Overall I enjoyed the pop art feel of it, the juxtaposition of gods riding scooters, and the bright use of colors. Check out more of Mulder142 and his Scooter Gods.

I also checked out “GodZenMonsters!” by Mike Maas at Perihelion Arts. His work is bold, pop art, with 3-D elements. I LOVE the bold outlines; I’m all about cartoon-ish pictures. His “Mod Mutra” acrylic and screenprint on board even featured a common theme of the night, a scooter in the background. I love scooters.

Finally, my night ended with excellent live music from local act Manual Sex Drive. This show took place at a hockey dive bar on 38th Street and Thomas Road in Phoenix called the Icehouse Tavern. The bar overlooks an ice hockey rink. So on one side there was a live a hockey game to watch and the other there was live music, who could ask for more? Manual Sex Drive is self described as gothic, post-punk rock and fits the tag very well. I saw them once before at the Mardi Gras in Scottsdale. In the Icehouse Tavern there is no stage, so i found myself right up against the band. I couldn’t resist just dancing along with the tunes this time; the song “McJesus” is one of my new favorites. Front man Monty’s antics on stage keep the show entertaining. With Dark Mark on bass, Nils on drums, Nick on guitar, Annabel on keyboard (Bone player was missing this performance), Manual Sex Drive stands to gain momentum in our under appreciated local music scene.

Unfortunately my Blackberry doesn’t take very good pictures at night. So these are kind of blurry. Sorry. I’ll remember my real camera next time.