9/12/05
Blade: Stupidity
I sat in a stinky, smokey diner in Meridian, Idaho waiting for a mulleted waitress to bring over my "Country Skillet Breakfast," which consists of a meaty blend of bacon, sausage, gravy, eggs, sausage, gravy, cheese, sausage, hash browns, sausage, gravy, and biscuits. I usually don't concern myself with a decor faux pas in a greasy spoon diner that's located next to a feed warehouse, but for some reason, I could not take my eyes off of the walls of this place. They were covered in all sorts of painted saw blades. This got the wheels turning in my brain. At first I pondered the type of person who thought they were going to shock the art world by painting elk on a twelve-inch saw blade. Maybe they didn't have artistic impression in mind. Even so, what type of person thought they could make a healthy living selling this type of shit to OTHER types of people who, presumably, would find artistic value in it? This created a kind of Star Trek mind-paradox in my head, and I had to reach into my mind and despereately fish around in the muddy tar to rescue my sanity from destruction at the hands of redneck interior decoration.
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Didja click on the first link? If you scroll down until you see the saw pic again, maybe half way down the page, you'll see it was painted by inmates.
ReplyDeleteStill, if that's it's origin, what idiot decided that was art / worth selling?
It reminds me of a song called East Appalachian Roadside Modern Art, in which the singer talks about putting up an old piece a shit car on blocks in your lawn (like they may or may not do there) and calling it art.
who allows inmates to have access to saw blades? i mean it's not a shiv or a shank, but it'll sure get up under the ribs nicely if employed by the conniving vengeful yardbird
ReplyDelete-Gallant (of Goofus and Gallant of Highlights Magazine fame)