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Category: Drawings (Page 13 of 19)

The Zelig Memo

On January 25, Moonbug was last seen fleeing his imperfect persona named Bubba.

It appears Moonbug’s repetitive viewing of Woody Allen’s “Zelig” set him off on an irrational frenzy which, up to the present, remains unresolved. Bubba is fully unarmed and fully incapable of social interaction. We advise you to be on the lookout when interacting with said persona.

The CIA sent us a sample of “Moonbug’s” recent drawings. We hope you can help in nailing down said subject’s identity with the aid of the following “artwork”:


This appears to have been drawn while Bubba was at his Buenos Aires based sister-in-law’s place.


Another drawing which seems to have originated from Belgrano, Buenos Aires.


Rio de la Plata. Here we see our subject focus in on unsuspecting beach-dwellers.


Brazil. Intelligence confirms a Bubba visit to the white beaches of Buzios.


Another Bubba tranche de vie. Note the obsession with noses.

Internal memo: “God, that guy’s an untalented wanker if ever I saw one. Britt — wait — Consuela — care to have a drink? Your place or mine?”

Milonga

Ola! I’m back.

Profound observations and reflections of Buenos Aires and Brazil will have to wait for a bit until I manage to wrap my provincial northern-hemisphere-brain around the experience. Amazing, beautiful, hot, fascinating, at-times-somewhat-disturbing are words that spring to mind. For now: Flickr photos and a sketchbook page.

In Buenos Aires we saw Assassination Tango on tv just prior to my first visit to a tango dance hall (they call them “milonga’s”). The movie sucked so much (it’s basically Robert Duvall promoting his newly wed Argentine wife while impersonating Robert DeNiro) that my expectations had previously jumped below zero. But the place we went to turned out to be beautiful in every way — a highlight while I was there. This page below does not come close to doing it justice.

milonga

By the way: the woman that enquires “Empanadas?” really was there. And boy, was she big.

Ragged Glory

Neil Young

It’ll probably come as no surprise that I’m a huge Neil Young fan. I learnt to play the guitar by listening to his albums. To me, he’s sort of like the older brother I never had. So much warmth, consolation and wisdom can be found in his music. Long may he run!

Edited 28/11: put up a better scan.

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