Kate Bingaman-Burt is AWESOME.

And she likes the store, too. Visit her here and here. And many thanks to Will Bryant for the introduction.

Michael Jackson just died.

Michael Sieben forthcoming book

It's almost that time of the summer for...

Read more about it on Juxtapoz.

We plan to stock up on There's Nothing Wrong With You (Hopefully). We'll also make sure to give you an opportunity to crack open a Lonestar tallboy with the man himself and get your copy signed. More info on that soon.

Slams Dunk

SlamsDunk-1, originally uploaded by Cara Christopher.

Yes.

IZ the WIZ, R.I.P.

One of my favorite dudes from Style Wars... Images and more...

August is going to rule.

Otis Ike

Yes.

Keep it up.

Esther draws on the wall...

Esther draws on the wall...
Originally uploaded by Domy Books

TEXAS INSTRUMENTS
new paintings
by Esther Pearl Watson

Friday, June 12, 2009 at Domy Books, Austin
913 E Cesar Chavez, Austin, TX 78702
7-9pm, FREE ADMISSION

Exhibition runs June 12–July 23

Yes.

and then:



I almost got my ass kicked over a game of Street Fighter II, once.

TONIGHT! in HOUSTON -- Brantly Martin - Pillage -- June 9

HOUSTON -- Brantly Martin - Pillage -- June 9, originally uploaded by Domy Books.

Domy Books, in association with Powerhouse Books, is pleased to present

Brantly Martin
reading from his new book, Pillage

Tuesday, June 9, 2009 at Domy Books, Houston
1709 Westheimer, Houston, TX 77098
6-8pm, FREE ADMISSION

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"In the United States of Amoeba, Amoebans have always been ready to judge who is an Amoeban and who isn’t. First generation have always been looked at as outsiders, immigrants, scum. Islanders, being the brains of Amoeba, take this even further. To them I will always be an immigrant. Not just an immigrant, a Mexican. Spic. Wetback. If the Natives had their way the GW, Williamsburg, and Brooklyn would be drawbridges. The Lincoln and Midtown blown up. They are forced to accept the notion of coexistence, but are always quick on the trigger of subtle reminding. I grew up here son or back in the day. Yeah, and forever shall you stay here. Son. Your island, your prison. Without your tired-ass references, what the hell have you got? Alcatraz east. And when a Native dares leave the Island don’t think they go five goddamn minutes without letting all comers know their derivation. If it isn’t back in the day it’s some uptown Native dropping private school names. To them I am forever a Mexican. Fucking bring it.” —Brantly Martin, Pillage

From Powerhouse:
The love child of Charles Bukowski and Bret Easton Ellis, Brantly Martin provides a brutal yet hilarious look at the lives of Manhattan’s downtown elite at the dawn of the new millennium in Pillage, his first novel.

Detailing the decadent descent of Cracula and his crew, Martin lures us into the shadowy ambiguities of addiction—a world where desire meets destruction and the perversity of this pathos is often laughable. Be it urban wildebeest Aeronymous, the wigga with a taste for BAPE sweaters and iced coffees; the Fireman, the overgrown adolescent who knows the quickest way to your ex-girlfriend’s bed; or the Reverend, who rejected the sins of his brothers to save the Africans from themselves, the entitled creatures of this novel plunder what remains of a once-vibrant culture and reap the spoils of our languorous generation.

Between eight balls of cocaine and pints of Patrón, Cracula fluctuates between reality and fantasy, hyper-aware of the façades, formulas, and falsehoods that encircle his existence, but unable to gain an advantage. Pillage reveals the inherent hypocrisy of America’s social and economic achievements, as they are made manifest in the city that never sleeps, slyly implying that triumph is a trap in itself—and the only way out? Just ask Kurt Cobain…

"Brantly brings new meaning to clubland’s term, ‘happy house.’ Pillage is a wonderfully written, hilarious tragedy set in the playgrounds of the avant garde, sure to break if not bend some well known noses. I laughed and cried from cover to cover."
—Mark Baker, the Godfather of New York nightlife

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Brantly Martin has been working in New York City nightlife for the past eight years, hosting weekly parties at various downtown Manhattan venues. He was born in Houston and now lives in Rome.

This made me really happy today.

but I laughed the loudest when this dude rolled up:

Red underwear and umbrella hat.

Saturday! Saturday! Saturday!

OKAY MOUNTAIN
the Hot Slump
Ryan Bubnis, Cody Cochrane, Jay Howell, Jason Jagel, Griffin McPartland, Porous Walker
June 6 - July 1, 2009
Opening Reception: Saturday, June 6, 7-10pm
mardröm
New Work by Corky Sinks
June 6th through June 27th Opening: Saturday, June 6th 10pm - 12am
MASS Gallery, 916 Springdale Rd. Austin, TX 78702
Lizzy Wetzel: The Medicine Show
Opening Reception: Friday, June 6, 6-9 PM, FREE
@Women & Their Work Gallery
1710 Lavaca Street
Austin, TX 78701
512-477-1064

Fucking up the Fortress

Geek vandalism, originally uploaded by Chris Magnusson.

This makes me happy.

FINGERS (Edie Fake and friends...) - Tonight in Houston, Tomorrow in Austin

FINGERS Tender and true, nimble and mobile, our hand is wide open up, waiting for your touch on our Life Line. These roving FINGERS are anxious to take you to the back room gay vaudeville of yesteryear, a vision of caves and paradises we have imagined into reality. We bring you a night of performances in the struggle and the splendor of queertransfeminist bodies, a rainbow of hallucinated ahistorical reenactment. Our FINGERS act deftly, slight of hand and slight of weight, shadow games, palmistry and carpal feelings. We present a whole sordid smorgasbord of intuitive magical practice:

Dewayne Slightweight's The Kinship Structure of Ferns, a 30-minute psychedelic solo opera with projected drawings, is a hermit's inquiry into the nature of kinship and it's collective hope and despair.

Edie Fake rises up for The Count, vampiric gay tales from the crypt. A recounting of what his unearthly life has been below. An account of the ghost rivers that run beneath us. A 20-minute countdown of our times together until all the night candlelight is burnt. Tabulation. Reiteration. Reincarnation. Silky Shoemaker's Arranging the Object is a gladhanded play (with video) about the terrible weight of loving, knowing, and holding it in your arms,with inspiration drawn from late night radio, ecstatic camp, and Lily Tomlin(!)

Owen Brightman does double duty, traveling lightly with two short pieces. Sado-Magical stages bondage escapism and rope tricks the finesse into knotty suspense. If your right leg should cause you to stumble is a harlequinade of stilted vignettes and gentle balance.

Scott Tankersley brings to the stage Hark the Haunted Hallways!, a 20 minute sonic excursion into the glorious, hungry catacombs of the
(butt)hole.

Wednesday, June 3rd: HOUSTON, TX
Super Happy Fun Land!
3801 Polk Street, Houston 77003

Thursday, June 4th: AUSTIN, TX
Monofonous Dirt Dinner Theater
610 Vermont Rd, Austin

No Age & Domy

No Age played at the store during SXSW.
Kevin alerted me to this photo.
No Age make great music.