Wednesday, December 21, 2011
ah, nobunny. while some might laugh at the campy-ness of wearing a mask onstage, those folks are denying themselves a great pleasure, which is pure rock n' roll. from the lo-fi garage pop power of love visions, to the slightly more refined yet still garage-y first blood - or on the many other singles, splits and alter-ego albums and collaborations - he demonstrates his songwriting prowess with infectious melodies under a punk rock glaze. obviously, i wholeheartedly endorse the man's music. i've even had the opportunity to converse with him while completely ignorant of his identity, which then yielded me a copy of love visions full of doodles of my face.
so that brings us here, dear readers, which is the consummation of this tale, an old big eye thrift-store rembrandt transmuted into a humble take on the man-behind-the-mask mythology. if you'd like to see the starting point, do a google image search for "maio harlequin boy"; i probably should do that with all my recycled arts, but i'm as lazy and human as the lot of ya.
oh, and mr. nobunny, if you see this, why not make it your next album cover for whatever project is popping out of that prolific wellspring of a jam-maker you call a head? i'd be deeply honored.