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June Farm pix

June 20, 2010

My dad always wants pictures of our farm, here is compulation that I gave him for Fathers Day.


May 29, 2010

Now Dennis Hopper croaks?

May 17, 1936 – May 29, 2010

Hollywood Iconoclast Dennis Hopper Dies at 74

By Stephen M. Silverman

Saturday May 29, 2010 02:10 PM EDT

Hollywood Iconoclast Dennis Hopper Dies at 74 | Dennis Hopper

Dennis Hopper

Dennis Hopper, whose pot-addled Billy in Easy Rider and psychopathic Frank Booth in Blue Velvet helped put the icon in iconoclastic, has died after a decade-long battle with prostate cancer. He was 74.

The legendary actor died about 9 a.m. Saturday surrounded by family in his Los Angeles home.

Taken ill with flu-like symptoms last September, Hopper later said he was suffering with prostate cancer. Family members told PEOPLE that the disease had spread to other organs in his system.

Early Rebel Role

Born in Dodge City, Kansas – his father, Jay Hopper, reputedly was an intelligence officer in the pre-CIA Office of Strategic Services, which explained his son’s peripatetic American upbringing – Hopper was 19 when he was cast in his very first movie opposite none other than James Dean: 1955’s Rebel Without a Cause. Hopper played a character named “Goon.”

Known off-screen as a rabble-rouser and impossible when it came to taking direction, the young Method actor was soon virtually blacklisted from movies. Resorting to TV dramas and even moonlighting as a Vogue photographer, his turnaround came in 1969 when he joined forces with Peter Fonda, screenwriter Terry Southern and a then unknown B-movie actor named Jack Nicholson to costar in and direct a $400,000 road picture called Easy Rider.

The movie proved a box-office phenomenon, launched the youth movement in Hollywood and turned Hopper into a household name, though not necessary a bankable one. His next directorial effort, 1971’s The Last Movie, literally went up in pot smoke.

At the same time, his first marriage – to Hollywood princess Brooke Hayward (daughter of two legends, actress Margaret Sullavan and producer Leland Hayward) – flamed out, and Hopper would go on to marry (and divorce) four more times – including the singer-actress Michelle Phillips, to whom he was wed for nearly a week.

As far as children were concerned, the 1961-69 marriage to Hayward produced a daughter, Marin, now 47; with wife Daria Halprin (1972-76) he had a daughter Ruthanna, 35; and with Katherine LaNasa (1989-92), a son, Henry, 19.

Fighting convention to the very end, only last January, amid bitter claims about her out-of-control spending, a direly sick Hopper filed for divorce from his fifth wife, Victoria Duffy, whom he wed in 1996. The couple also had a daughter, Galen, born in 2003 and to whom Hopper was said to be devoted.

Whatchoo talkin’ bout St. Peter?

May 28, 2010

February 8, 1968 – May 28, 2010

Gary Coleman Dies

Originally posted May 28th 2010 11:36 AM PDT by TMZ Staff

Gary Coleman has died as the result of injuries he suffered earlier this week, the hospital tells TMZ.

We’ve learned Gary’s wife, Shannon, made the decision to pull life support early this AM.

We’re told Coleman died at 12:05 PM MST.  He died of a intracranial hemorrhage.

Family members and close friends were at Coleman’s side when life support was pulled.

He was 42.

As TMZ first reported, Coleman was rushed to a hospital in Utah after he fell and hurt his head. He was on life support since Thursday.

There will be a press conference at the hospital at 3:00 PM PT.

A rep for Coleman released this statement: “Thanks to everyone for their well wishing and support during this tragic time. Now that Gary has passed, we know he will be missed because of all the love and support shown in the past couple of days. Gary is now at peace and his memory will be kept in the hearts of those who were entertained by him throughout the years.”

Birthday Bob

May 24, 2010

Dylan b day!

Ag Report

May 14, 2010

Corn and cotton are sprouting up.



Trees are blooming

Haircuts are buzzing

Flowery things are all flowery..

Birthdays are all birthdayed…

The Dogs are still the dogs.

Frazetta Interview

May 13, 2010

More on Frank Frazetta.. that Gary Groth just went up at “The Comics Journal” (ps: that self portraite is bad ass!)

Frank Frazetta Interview

Posted by Gary Groth on May 10th, 2010 at 5:57 PM

I met Frank Frazetta in the summer of ’71 when he and his wife Ellie drove to a convention I organized in Washington, DC, to exhibit his paintings. This was something of a coup at the time, since Frazetta rarely appeared publicly and even more rarely exhibited his original paintings; no one to this day, including myself, quite knows how I pulled it off. I only remember having the chutzpah to call him up and invite him, and that he accepted on the spot. I remember him and Ellie being as gracious as two people who just drove 250 miles could possibly be. Frazetta set up his paintings in a small, closely guarded meeting room off the main dealer’s room, hung out, and chatted amiably with fans. It was very relaxed, with the paintings on easels around the room. Fans could practically put their noses on the paintings and study them.

The word legendary is bandied about all too often in our hype-saturated world, but in Frazetta’s case, it’s apt. As an artist, he was by every account truly a prodigy; his drawing skill was breathtaking at an unspeakably young age. He could draw anything, including funny animals, but he excelled at sex and violence, which in his hands was an authentic expression of who he was, and not just a parroting or attempt at one-upmanship of media clichés, which the trope has since come to correctly and pejoratively imply. By saying that depicting sensuality and violence was an expression of who he was, I’m not saying Frazetta was violent -I don’t think he was, particularly— but he was a connoisseur of physicality, of athleticism, of the human body in extremis. He was extremely athletic himself in his youth and, I think, loved it at least as much as he loved drawing and painting. That’s what i mean by his drawing being an authentic —and unpretentious— expression of who he is; Frazetta is the real thing, as I hope this interview proves, whatever you may think of what that thing is.

This is not quite the interview I’d planned. The first interview session did not record, thanks to a malfunctioning phone-recording device. This was two hours spent methodically covering his career from boyhood art lessons through his early career in comics. Frazetta is not the kind of person to sit still and reiterate his career twice in a month, so the next three recording sessions that he graciously granted me were less structured and more improvisatory. I tried to sneak in some questions that we’d previously covered, but we talked more generally about his career, his influences, his upbringing, his love of drawing, and his eight-year bout with a misdiagnosed thyroid condition that damn near killed him.

I think it accurately reflects the kind of man and artist he is.

The interviews were conducted in November and December 1994. – Gary Groth

Feel No Pain

FRANK FRAZETTA: Didn’t you interview me as much as you wanted to a week ago?

GARY GROTH: Well, I met you over 20 years ago, so I think every 20 years we should do it.

How much longer do you think I’ve got here, pal? You’ve got to speed it up.

Hell, I think you’re good for a long time.

Oh, right.

You and Burne Hogarth.

Yeah, well, that guy can talk!

[Laughs.] He’s sort of to talking what you are to painting.

Oh. I like that — he’s a masterful talker. Where does he get the energy?

I don’t know. I talk to him once every couple of months and he never slows down. It’s like he’s constantly on speed or something.

Did you ever ask him why?

I never got up the courage! [Laughs.] You seem to me like an inordinately satisfied guy.

I’ve got my share of frustrations — sometimes more than most. But I don’t show it. I’m delighted with my art and my talent, sure; it has always come relatively easily and it’s had such an impact, of course I love that. You gotta like it. That doesn’t mean I haven’t suffered physically or psychologically at times. I get hurt, and it seems prolonged. I really believe the old cliché: artists are meant to suffer sometimes. A lot of people feel, because of my talent, I just float around on cloud nine and feel no pain.

That’s true.

They do think that: the grass is always greener on the other side.

You seem to be the sort of artist who has never suffered a single doubt in his life.

That appears so, and a lot of people envy me. But I probably suffer the most. Probably stemming from my ultra-sensitivity.

[Laughs.] Yeah, right.