Friday, March 14, 2008

Corporate Art, Izenmania Style

I don't generally consider myself an artist, at least not in the conventional sense (by conventional I mean visual... I participate The Arts, primarily as a musician). I'm a mediocre sketcher at best, and I rarely draw anymore, with occasional exceptions. I certainly don't paint or sculpt or anything. But heck... sometimes an idea just sort of strikes you, and you run with it.

So SiteCrafting, where I work, is getting new business cards. This, combined with the fact that I never ever give out business cards, means I have a whole crapload (probably in excess of 500) of outdated cards. It seems a mighty waste to throw them all out. So I grabbed a stack (about 105) and brought them home, and here's what happened...















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Tuesday, March 11, 2008

We're Not Conquerors. We're Just Nerds. Nerds With Sandwiches.

Something has been bugging me for a couple weeks, ever since the Driscoll Incident. Dan Voelpel started it. Driscoll carried it on. Neither of them can really be blamed, though, because since then it just keeps going and going, popping up nigh everywhere. To quote Voelpel's Trib article:
Fired up by the inspiration, some in the crowd decided they needed to act to take back Frost Memorial Park, next to the North Park Plaza parking garage, from the ne’er-do-wells who hang out there.
Ever since then, the phrase "take back the park" has been bouncing around the feed like mad. Everyone's saying it, from participants to academic observers. And, quite frankly, it's just making us look like idiots. Any outside reader with a little bit of neighborhood activist experience is going to look at this and say "What? You can't drive off unwanteds by eating lunch in a park on a sunny Friday at noon." And they would be absolutely right. If we really were out to get "ne'er-do-wells" out of our neighborhoods, the lunch hour is not the time to do it. How much criminal activity or whatever was really going on that we somehow foiled? Probably none. Maybe I'm looking in the wrong places, but I haven't seen a lot of crack dealers trying to cash in on the lunch rush.

I mentioned in an earlier entry the group of elderly women who set up a card table on a drug-ridden street corner and played bridge in the middle of the night. That's how you drive off criminals... go to a place where they are, when they are there, and plant yourself. The notion that the same thing will be achieved by what we did (and will continue to do) is ludicrous.

So what were we doing? When Patricia first brought it up at the Go Local event, her reasons were fairly clear: word on the street suggested that the city was looking at constructing a fence around the park to discourage criminal use. Unfortunately this has the side-effect of discouraging legitimate use as well. However, as it stood, the trade-off was an easy one to make because there simply weren't enough law-abiding park-goers. The goal, as I understood it from Patricia, and passed it on to the feed, was to demonstrate use, and thereby prevent the fencing off.

Unfortunately, once one article latched onto the "take back" notion, everything got twisted around. Driscoll took Voelpel's statement and, curious to see what "taking back the park" was like, went down there. I would have been curious too, if I hadn't organized it to begin with. The fact is, even if we had been there in force that day he would almost surely have been unimpressed. We aren't demonstrators. We aren't vigilantes. We're barely even activists at this point. We're a bunch of businesspeople and residents using a park the way it ought to be used: eating lunch, socializing, networking.

I fear that a lot of this is just shades of the "flash mob" debacle from last year... one person uses a phrase not recognizing that it doesn't fit the circumstances, a couple other people latch onto it because it's catchy. Those being described object at first, but eventually pick it up as a joke. Eventually it has entered common use and everyone has forgotten that it has very little to do with what was actually going on.

I'm all for taking back the park. Any of them. If anyone feels like meeting in the same park at 1 AM on a Saturday morning, I'll show up, guitar and all, and lead a frickin' sing-along. I won't do it by myself... stories of this working demonstrate that it is most successful with a group large enough that the aforementioned goons and dealers recognize that they won't be able to intimidate them. I don't care how afraid you are to walk around by yourself at night... nobody is going to attack a band of 10 bystanders just so they can sell a rock or two.

But I'm also all for what we're doing now. Because I think it is important. But it's also important to understand what's really going on. The fancier our label, the loftier we make our goals seem, the less impressive our effort becomes. We did a good job of using the park as a park. But if you pretend we were trying to reclaim it from villainy, we just look like a bunch of misguided incompetents.

And here's the kicker: it really is largely my fault. If I had thought of all this before everything got started, I probably would not have gone with:
We can keep the dialog going and start retaking our public space at the same time.
In my head I was thinking much more eagerly of the idea that one meeting wasn't enough, and that getting everyone together with whatever excuse would be good to keep up the dialog. Unfortunately I didn't think my phrasing through and now this "take back the park" catch phrase is rattling around the blogosphere, when it really shouldn't be. We either need to ramp down the rhetoric to match the action, or ramp up the action to match the rhetoric. I know which makes more sense to me. How about you?

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Monday, March 10, 2008

Wright Park Fusion

Okay, so as far as music goes, you'll mostly hear me talking about the now-mostly-defunct This Shirt Is Pants (probably in an effort to unload some of our pile of CDs on you... it's true, I'm shameless) or Out Of Sight, Out Of Mind, the group of my dad's that I've been playing with (March 27th, 7-9 PM at Rhapsody In Bloom, by the by). But in truth, my musical heart will always be in one place: Mr. Fusion.

I started playing and writing with my buddy Erich nigh on 8 years ago, in the Spring of 2000. Over the years we've played a small handful of shows, recorded one album (admittedly demo-quality) and accumulated a catalog of (apparently) 40 tunes. I'm sure we could have a lot more, honestly, but it's been a very off-and-on process, with large gaps (months, nearly into years sometimes) where one or the other of us will be busy with school or work or some other thing.

However, we've finally reached a point where we both have quality full-time, fixed schedule jobs, some spare time, and a large build-up of creative energy, so Mr. Fusion is happening again. Unfortunately I live in an apartment, and Downstairs Man is not always pleased to hear us a-rockin', despite our best efforts to keep it quiet. Saturday, however, we had a brilliant idea. The weather is starting to be more reliably decent (or at the very least dry), and so, after the latest request to keep it down while Downstairs Man graded papers (can't fault him for that), we decided to pack it up and head out to Wright Park (a whole block away).

It worked out great... we found a spot right by the park's cannon, just off G, sat down on a couple rocks and played to our hearts' content. It is always good to have a chance to up it to full volume... I'm a fairly loud singer, and the doumbek can rattle a room a bit, if given the chance. Better still, we had a chance to entertain a few passers-by, be they walking their dogs, carrying groceries, going for a jog or just looking for someone to talk to (and my, wasn't that an interesting conversation...).

Anyway, we both had a lot of fun, and, weather permitting, I suspect it will be turning into a regular thing. So if you're ever wandering around Wright Park on a nice Saturday afternoon, don't be surprised if there's music in the air... it's probably us. Taking back the park for acoustic musicians everywhere. Or something. You may even start to see us elsewhere... Frost Park? Tollefson Plaza? Who knows? If there's a couple places to sit and no-one to complain about the volume of our un-amplified guitars, anything is possible.

Also within the next couple months I'll probably start posting samples of our renewed recording efforts. Good times to be officially had by all.

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Sunday, March 9, 2008

Izenmania: Now With More ART!

This fine piece of Tacoma cartoon commentary (originally seen here) is now a permanent fixture in my home:



It looks down at me from above my computer/blogging station/recording studio to inspire my own personal blogger uprising.

The Tacomic birthday party at the Helm was, like so many of these little gatherings, a joyous cluster of the Tacoma blogland community... everyone from TacomaChickadee to TacomaMama to Girlfriend In Tacoma, plus of course Clan Freitas, the Urbanist, and His Nachoness himself. And many others that I am leaving out because I only feel like making so many links per entry.

There were also quite a few people walking by, presumably leaving Barber of Seville, who peered inside and then scampered off, clearly not brave enough to join us (probably because by the time they got out the show was winding down. I do wonder, however, if maybe a sign on the street that said "ART SHOW: More then 100% free!" or something to that effect might have drawn strangers into what may have looked like kind of a private party (what with everyone talking to everyone as if they knew each other)

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