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From Lawson Deming (director of photography for the upcoming ‘Norman’ by the CRZA):
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For those of you who haven’t seen me in a while, I’m now the proud owner of a mustache, and I have received many positive comments regarding it (if you can count being compared to a porn star as a ‘positive’ comment).Just today, I heard that the Los Angeles radio station JackFM 93.1 is holding a contest called March Mustache Madness - in which mustachiod contestants submit photos of themselves in hopes of winning a Chevy Silverado.
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“Perhaps,” I thought, “my stache has what it takes to win.” There’s only one way to find out, so I entered the contest.Judging began online on the 12th of March with a field of 64 contestants and gets narrowed down each week. I don’t know if I’ll even make the initial cut, but my instincts (and your backhanded compliments) suggest that I might.
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So please, starting the 12th of March, go online and vote for my stache, and perhaps you can be part of something great.The link to the web-page is below - I don’t know exactly where the voting will take place on the site, but it should be up soon (ed. note - it’s on this page):

http://931jackfm.com/pages/265847.php?contentType=4&contentId=348665
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Tell your friends and family to vote for Lawson!
Oh, and just so those of you who haven’t seen me in a while can recognize me, I’ve attached a copy of the photo I sent to the radio station.Thanks all.

~ Lawson

i was asked to write something about myself for the upcoming joint custody event on saturday. all of these suck…

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Mardi Gras day isn’t until February 20th this year, but the festivities have already begun.

This weekend, I will be showing four new pieces at Mystic Blue on Magazine St. in New Olreans.  Here’s the flyer.

So, if you can, come.  I won’t be able to make it down there, but, hey, free drinks, some really colorful art, and good people.

Here’s one image I just finished.

My uncle Keith “the pride of Gretna” Eccles will also be showing a couple huge pieces I’m told.  His shit is wild.

Go with God.

So, in order to officially ring in February 2007 on the west coast, I have to finish giving you the top 9 creatures of the biennial. Without further ado.

#5

“You don’t come in here talkin smack.” –Lamar Thomas

Lamar Thomas adds insight into this ‘terrible moment in collegiate athletics,’ during a regular season game between Florida International and Miami (at the Orange Bowl) on October 14, 2006. Thomas was quickly fired as a commentator for CSS, but his words will echo well into Summer 2009.

Light a candle, turn off the TV (because the levels are low on this clip), and let it change your life.

#6

My kitten, Little Merced, clearly earned her spot here after being rescued by Lawson Deming in Koreatown. This orphan has more sass than a bag of bad gas. Squishy.

#7

This just in. Peter Berdovsky and Sean Stevens are awesome. They are two guerilla artist/promoters for Aqua Teen Hunger Force. It’s like the PSP scandal, but this is awesome. Take cartoons seriously.

Let’s not make a big deal out of what is not a big deal. More here.

#8

Dennis Green, former coach of the Arizona Cardinals and Minnesota Vikings, explodes into awesomeness after a ridiculous loss to Superbowl Bound Chicago Bears, in which the Bears rallied from a huge defecit. Green was fired after the conclusion of the regular season. It seems curses not only make teams lose games but, also, scream stupid shit at press conferences. Fight on.

#9

Lucky you. This one’s a write in, and an anticlimactic one at that. Choose your own adventure. Post a comment with your favorite creature of the last year and the upcoming one. Don’t be shy.

See you in ‘09.

No Performance members created and are enrolled in this ambitious project at the Orphanage/Found Gallery and have formed a blog to chronicle this special chaos. 50 artists, 8 Djs, projections, secrecy, free booze, and everything else L.A. and so-not-L.A. It’s called the Joint Custody Project and here’s the blog for full info (Reception Feb. 24th — Advance Warning):

jointcustodyproject.blogspot.com

Mr. Jonny See Coleman has been extraordinarily busy with his newly opened art gallery, called The Orphanage. The first show, Introductions, highlighted 16 artists whose work was new to the L.A. art scene. What the fuck does that mean? What is the art scene here? Culver City? Comparisons to New York? Why does it matter if you’ve shown here or not?

Because you haven’t rotted with false advantage and floated along flaunting the most buoyant of noses? Because people can still take a chance on you? Because you can engage with them? Because maybe it’s not intimidating to consider buying art?

I think Jonny would ask me to please move on to another topic. Here are the past shows, plus links to photo sets of their receptions:

Introductions
August 18 - September 13, 2006
Featuring work by Donna Angers, Drew Brown, Jonny Coleman, Sarah Dougherty, Leah Devora, Kate Kendall, Rachel Kessler, Tomas Owen, Jason Pinsker, Lyla Rose, Makoto Takigawa, Minoru Terada, Rebecca Tierney, Ryan Wade, Brooke White, Ryan Williams

Reception was September 9, 2006
DJ by CRZA

Eager Believer
September 28 - October 11, 2006
Featuring the work of Devendra Banhart, Diane Barcelowsky, Arthur Bates, Arrington De Dionyso, Rob Doran, Neil Michael Hagerty, Maya Miller, Jean Nagai, Nabob Shineywater

Reception was September 29, 2006
With DJ Them Jeans [Jason Stewert] and (quasi) DJ set by Devendra Banhart

‘I USED TO READ WORD UP MAGAZINE/SALT ‘N PEPA & HEAVY D UP IN THE LIMOSINE’ — revelers delight in each other’s well-being, company, and the news of Reggie Bush being an awesome dude or, perhaps, a being from the future

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Well, there weren’t any limosines. Neither Salt, Pepa, nor Spinderella were there, but it was a Saturday Night, and the St. Martin’s Episcopal kids from 2001 celebrated for many reasons at Daiquiri Bay in Metairie.

Reason #1: 2/3 of us were in town. Some were married (Dave “A to tha Mothafuckin’ K” Huston). Others engaged (Thomas “fiver” Diano). Some were lonely (me). Either way, there were pheremones in the air; someone had to hook up. Submit any/all info to noperformance@gmail.com.

Reason #2: Reggie Reggie Reggie. Five minutes prior to the announcement that Reggie Bush had finally agreed to a contract with the Saints (to the alleged tune of around $60 million over 6 years), Nathaniel “Man of a Thousand Voices” Rogers announced a round of free drinks if Mr. Bush signed while we were on the Bay’s premises. Fuck you, Vince Young. Fuck you. The fall will see a Rebirth for Saints fans and New Orleanians alike. Thank you, Mr. Bush, and, again, fuck you Vince. Good to his word, Mr. Rogers purchased roughly 60 Jager bombs before returning for more karaoke.

Reason #3: More karaoke

Reason #4: David Christian’s Electric Boogaloo Breakdancing Clinic. For close to a minute, David “Windmill Thighs” Christian dropped some serious knowledge, spinning on the floor at 33 1/3 revolutions per whatever, creating a draft and keeping the females twitching. WHO KNEW?

Reason #5: Random dates. Yeah, I didn’t necessarily introduce myself to you, oh random tagalongs, but you knew I was there. Wish there were more of you, but I guess that’ll come with the ten year.

Reason #6: Photos to remember you by.

Reason #7: Not feeling guilty about talking about yourself over and over and over. It’s what you’re supposed to do.

Reason #8: Gossiping about those who couldn’t make it. For example, I heard Jason “Spiderman/Mailman/Man-Boy” Harmon crapped his pants in college. On campus. During the day. We still love you. Email me your gossip, if that’s how you roll.

That’s it. Hope these kids are doing well. Hope those who didn’t make it figure it out next time…but we missed you. Send all hate mail to noperformance@gmail.com.

Sweet dreams & until another 5 years…

That’s right, check out www.orphanage-art.com. The Orphanage Gallery is now up! Your specific questions can be answered there, but our ‘Artist Talk’ section will be archived somewhere here on NoPerformance. Explore. Get into it. Ask questions. Laugh. Please.

With two projectors blaring your favorite fucked-up footage, and a full sound system pumping the sleekest of beats, LiT on Wednesdays will be the sexiest dance party you can hit. It’s at Memphis, this new restaurant in Hollywood that looks like it belongs in some town just before General Sherman torched it. RSVP now…it’s free…there’s an open bar…it’s easy.

Say hi if you come.