July 11, 2011
Heads up for fellow fans of legendary punk vocalist (Jawbreaker, Jets to Brazil, Thorns of Life, and most recently, forgetters)/literature professor/hermit Blake Schwarzenbach: he may be becoming rapidly unhinged and he’s sharing his manic outsider art with the internet. His new blog, Blake’s 1967 Catastrophe features dioramas, illustrations, notebook pages, photographs, and strange tracts roughly centered around events in US naval foreign policy (Osama bin Laden‘s water burial receives the most attention.)
Recently, in Slovenia, while hallucinating in a hotel room and trying to draw a church at dawn, I wrote what I think is the closest to a formal artistic statement as I am ever likely to produce:
The only role of art in my life is to try to reproduce an image — or a feeling — that suggested ‘aliveness.’ So — to briefly find oneself overwhelmed with visual satisfaction — a view, a field, a goat, some humans, building, trestle, mountain, stream. It is a postcard to yourself saying, “Don’t jump. It’s horrible but it gets worse.”
While Schwarzenbach’s friends and devotees have been voicing some concern on Facebook, I’m really enjoying this new artistic face of the man behind some of the greatest music I’ve ever heard (2009’s short-lived and releaseless Thorns of Life included). Hope you’re doing well Blake and keep up the weird/cool shit!