Tuesday, April 28, 2009
Ride The Waves w/Obedient Waves

KOSHi, my illustration biz, took a back seat in recent years to Obedient Waves, a crazy-fun punk rock band I write & sing (and, of course, draw) for in & all around L.A. It's become my first love, professionally speaking, and I love that I get to pour all of the different sides of my personality into one amazing project. Billy Gruber's music has made my poems and VERY basic melodies come to life in a way I never could have imagined, and it's so cool to get to perform in front of an audience, design rock posters, make records & videos, and just dream BiG. I do, however, still have this nagging voice inside that's like, "what about KOSHi???" What about it? I think I'm still figuring this out, but I have some ideas & am going to attempt to bring the two together in my own kooky way. So, KOSHi is about to take a very Punk Rock turn & lose some of the pink girlishness that, quite frankly, I've outgrown. Hopefully, you all will take that turn with me.
"To everything... Turn. Turn Turn... There is a season... Turn. Turn. Turn..."
OBEDiENT WAVES
Labels:
billy gruber,
joanna devoe,
music,
obedient waves,
punk rock
Saturday, April 18, 2009
Gilt Complex
Me & Billy being silly...
Pilfered Magazine Sweetness

I am in LOVE with Pilfered Magazine, and, as you can probably tell from my last post (boo! hoo!) I needed something to cheer me up. This pic is going a long way toward doing that.
pilfered_april_page1
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Labels:
lara stone,
photography,
pilfered magazine
Dorothy Parker Said It Best

I feel like this today...
"I do not like my state of mind;
I'm bitter, querulous, unkind.
I hate my legs, I hate my hands,
I do not yearn for lovelier lands.
I dread the dawn's recurrent light;
I hate to go to bed at night.
I snoot at simple, earnest folk.
I cannot take the simplest joke.
I find no peace in paint or type.
My world is but a lot of tripe.
I'm disillusioned, empty-breasted.
For what I think, I'd be arrested.
I am not sick. I am not well.
My quondam dreams are shot to hell.
My soul is crushed, my spirit sore:
I do not like me any more.
I cavil, quarrel, grumble, grouse.
I ponder on the narrow house.
I shudder at the thought of men.
I'm due to fall in love again."
-Dorothy Parker
Cooler Than You
These girls seem to have a monopoly on COOL. I love them. I'm jealous. I want to play too!
"LAY DOWN LEAN"
"ONE DAY YOU'LL BE COOL"
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