Come and Take It -- Fighting to Stay Independent :: Fall 2013 - Issue 3

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C O M E A N D T A K E

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Y I N D E P E N D E N T

The Revolution introduced me to art, and in turn,art introduced me to the

Revolution.--Albert Einstein

Cover Art by Joe Averagi.

www.joeaveragi.com Layout and Art Director

Brea Danger

Editor-In-ChiefTimothy Danger

A special thanks to all ofthe artists that have sharedtheir time and passions

with us. You make this publication possible.

Submit Your Creations ::[email protected]

www.OldManAndBitterGirl.com/zine

Come and Take it is a bi-annual zine highlighting the

talents of Texas Artists.

Come and Take It is brought to you by the OMBG Podcast crew and af liates.

SUPPORT THE INDIE ARTS

GO TO TO A SHOW. TELL A FRIEND.

MAKE A DIFFERENCE

Eyes, Ears, and Brains WHAT WERE INTO

1.Saga (series)2.East Of West (series)3.In nity (mini series)4.Hawkeye (series)5.All New X-men (series)

1. Punk PressVincent Berniere

2. Left Of The DialDavid Ensminger

3. I Dreamed I Was A VeryClean Tramp

Richard Hell4. The StrainGuillermo Del Toro

5. Ex-HeroesPeter Clines

www.oldmanandbittergirl.com .

1. More Than You Can ChewSupreme Commander

2. The WorstDan Webb and The Spiders

3. Please Delete MeEiffel Tower

4. Hoop and Swan

The Forgetters5. Ready For Action Mexican Mustache


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Fr om t h e de s k of OMBG Hey there dear reader, welcome to the 3rd issue of ourlittle zine. It is hard to believe that another six

months have passed since our last issue.

Putting out the zine always makes me stop and takestock of everything that has been going on. When we

rst started doing this, the idea was to keep movingforward and not stop. We had no idea what would be inthe rearview mirror when we looked back.

In six months we have:- Joined the Film Exchange and Victoria TX

Independent Film Festival organization to promoteindependent lmmakers and dreamers.

- Secured the OMBG show a spot on terrestrial radioalong with our regular podcast routine.

- Obtained a new studio with the help of generouslike minded people.

- Got hitched (I dont know if we can call BreaBitter Girl anymore)

- Participated in a documentary put out by the Antagonist movement titled Self Medicators

- Released a book of poetry by Potato Mike- Helped launch a pop up gallery for Jake Ramirez.- Started a campaign to release an art book called

Beneath Texas

Where does all that leave us? On the upswing. Thedangerous feeling of being unstoppable because we arelucky to do so much. So far OMBG has a track record ofdoing the things we said we are going to do, and while

we intend to act on all our plans and projects, itleaves us with a bittersweet feeling of accomplishment

mixed with a need to ll the now current void with aneven bigger project.

Everything is coming together, you can see the ad onthe back of the zine, and we are working to build what

we wanted from day one: a functioning living breathing music and art scene without the glass ceilings placed

on it from non participants.

Hope youre along for the ride.

-- Timothy Danger


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Re s i du e b y Mi ch a el McCl a n a h a n7 AM a sublime sadness stirs you from your slumber,and in those eeting, fogged out, moments, youre

barely able to maintain your grip on the ghost of adream now wanting.its the last dream on your mind.the one dream that always stays on your mind. this dream is your gold standard, your grasp at a

perfect ideal, at a model worthy of transcribing. itsyour very de nition of bliss until you wake, and that dream begins to turn. it wrapsaround you and it rots. it seeps into you, into your

blood, and it poisons your heart. the speci cs of the dream fade, and emotions ood in to

make up for the loss, leaving a residue to stain yourday with the unshakable weight of naught.

you forget that the dream happened, and as the daytrudges on, everything seen and felt remains tinted byits grayed out lens.

the luster that comes from life spent wisely is lost it might as well be forgotten. only a dull existenceremains, one sparked into creation by a dream that canno longer be recalled.

work seems meaningless, visits with family and friends, pointless. because within the wells of your dreaming,

upon the moment of your waking, a bad seed was planted. your entire day plays out like this, and even thoughyou cannot track the coordinates of the cause, yourestill able to take solace in some familiarity, however

brutal it may be.youve been down this road before.and you will be down it again.

because you dare to dream the fools dream the one of obtaining perfections only found in dreams that sour upon waking.


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an excerpt from duster a short story by CEE RAYMOND


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For more by CEE and SONUVAGUN STUDIOS...

www.buzz-ammo.com


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St u p i d Th i n g s Th a t H a p p en To Me A T a l e of Ti m Oi

I love bars. The American Revolution was startedin one. My rst show with a band was in one. I

like the feeling you get when you walk into a place, put your foot on the rail and the bartenderhands you a drink without asking.

Problem is, playing in bars for so long, I havecome to hate two songs with a passion. They areHotel California and Margaritaville. These twoabominations are on every jukebox in America, Ithink they come pre loaded when you buy one. Nowyou are probably thinking, those songs arent that

bad and are actually pretty catchy but I submitthat if you had to eat hot dogs everyday for therest of your life you would be pretty sick of it,so to me Margaritaville is like a hotdog I havehad to eat every night.

One night, I am in my local hangout with myroommate at the time, Sam. I liked drinking

with Sam. He was playing bass with me in TheBlacklisted then, and he was a great wingman

because we both liked totally different typesof girls. Thats important because two girls

walk up to the bar real close like, and insteadof ordering a drink, the girl that isnt my typetries to talk to me. Hey dont you play in a

band? she asks. Yes, I tell her. Worm Suicideright? she says like she is the smartest personin the world. Wrong, see ya, I tell her as Iturn my back on her.

I shrug at Sam, she was more his type anyway. Thenthere is a tap on my shoulder, its her cuterfriend Sorry about her, she is stupid, we didcatch your show though. It was really good. Well


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thats more like it. So this girl and I, we startchatting casually. I have never seen her but ourshows were pretty packed, we dont talk about

music much but we talk about other things like

Star Wars and how good of a singer I am. But the music thing is bugging me, because before I decideto invite her anywhere we go after the bar, I needto know her music taste. (I once kicked a girl outof my car for saying Motorhead was a dumb band).

Then it hits me! The jukebox test. I am not above

something so petty as a music taste test. A few weeks before this incident, the bar we were atjust got an internet jukebox. At the time, this

was a pretty new thing, and that meant, she couldliterally pick any song she wanted. So I hand hera ve, tell her to pick something good, and ordertwo more beers.

She must be picking something good, I began tothink. It was taking her forever. I sat on thestool, wondering the awesome stuff she must besearching for on the magic jukebox. Maybe someRamones, or Nick Cave might be pushing it, but I

would have been happy with even some Bosstones.

I was already planning on not going home alone, maybe a little company for a change. She came back

smiling like she just aced the SATs. What did you pick? I asked. I suddenly realized I was in for a

lonely night. At that moment as she points to theceiling where the sound of the speakers comes tolife. And Margaritaville wafts through the bar.

-Written by Timothy Danger. www.timothydanger.com


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Angel Nikola


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Mu s i c Vi deo f or M a j or Po p St a r b y Mi s t i R a i n w a t er - Li t e s W ARNI NG: You mus t be mad e of pla s tic . A re y ou s kinn y? A re y ou s hin y ? W ill you melt if you sta n d t o o c l ose to a ra d iat or?

W e on ly h ire FAK E. W e ha ve z ero int e res t in rea l .

R eal does not se l l, b aby dol l .P leas e ha ve w hit e te e th. P leas e ha ve n o d i sce r nib l e s c ars , wr i nkl e s, s ign s of age ,g ravi ty o r i n ten s e p s ych i c a n gui s h.This is A MER I CA, god d amn it.

N o on e HU RTS her e .There is ple n ty o f f o od

b ut d ont eat it .

There is ple n ty o f b e er b ut d ont dr i nk i t. A lso. Don t f art . A lso. Don t b urp . A lso. Don t c urs e .

Do yo u th ank God eac h da y f or l ife, li b ert y an d pu r sui t of hap p ine s s?

W e wa nt y ou i n o u r s h ow. Bend over .Here s yo ur b ig r ewa r d.

Li t t l e Son g b y Mi s t i R a i n w a t er - Li t e sO h

I k n o w t h e r e i s l i f e

a n d l i f e w i l l c o n t i n u e

a n d I a m a f r a g m e n t

a n d I a m n o t h e r e .

Yo u c o u l d s a y I a m a s h e l l f r o m t h e a n g r y s e a .

Yo u c o u l d s a y I a m a c l o u d o n i t s w a y .

Yo u c o u l d s a y I a m a b a r k d o w n l o w .

B e r r i e s a r e b u r s t i n g o n t o ng u e s

a n d b a l l s a r e b e i n g t h r o w n

a n d t h er e a r e e y e s d a n c i n g w i t h l o

v e

a n d t h e r e i s a d i s c o a r o u n d t h e c o r n e r

w h e r e l i p s a r e s p a r k l i n g i n s y n c

a n d b o d i e s a r e m i n g l i n g m a gi c i n c a n t a t i o n s .

I a m n o t t h e w h o l e e q u a t i o n.

I w i l l n o t c o n t i n u e .

B u t w h e n I g o s o m e t h i n g e s se n t i a l w i l l r e m a i n

f o r a s m a l l t i m e .

I a m l e a v i n g b e h i n d a l i t t le s o n g .

S o m e o n e m i g h t w a n t

t o s i n g i t .


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Th e Pr omot i on Mon s t er b y Et h a n H. Mi n s kerDoes success depend on reaching people you dontknow, people whom you are not bridged too? Ithink of fame as radiating circles. Innermost

would be friends and family, next would be friendsof friends or family, and outermost would bethose who have no direct connection to you. Theoutermost circle is the hardest. How do you makethat leap? Its like a rock far out in the middleof a river. You stand on the bank working out all

the ways you might reach it. Run and jump? Wadeout into the unknown, knowing only that you willget wet? Pole-vault and hope you make the landing?Reaching people who have no connection to you atall might be the most important audience you can

build. Why? Friends and family may complimentyour work, but I know I never truly trust their

opinions. They are already biased towards me. Buteveryone else will either love it or hate based onnothing more than the work itself.

They have to see your image seven times beforethey will notice, my mother said to me once.The more places my image appears, the more

likely people will see it. I have been covering New York City and any city I travel to with my

stickers. Sticker art is a touchy subject withinthe world of street artists. Because it costs

more money to create than tagging, and is used byall the corporations to sell whatever crap theyare pushing, it has little respect. There is a

language on the streets of sticker art; gangs, bands, clothing lines, and individual artists are

all represented. The cityscape can be de ned bythe stickers on lampposts. Walking from midtownto downtown you will notice a trickle building upto a tidal wave. If you dont clean the surfaces


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continuously, we will come back and cover it.This is what we do. Someone goes rst. It might

be a kid from high school who tags on a shippinglabel and one-handed slaps it on the cornerlamppost while scanning the street for cops, andthen moves on as if he wasnt doing anything.The next guy comes along, sees the sticker andknows the spot is not being cleaned, so he addshis. Stickers, like moss, grow more on the sideopposite the direction of traf c, so that anycops cruising by will have their vision blocked

by the clean side of the mailbox, scaffoldingor whatever the artists are af xing it too. Youdont want to waste your time putting up stickersonly to have it removed immediately.

Maybe I need to embrace this monster and acceptthe fact that without this dark side I willhave no chance of success. Money = more art. Weformed the Antagonist Movement as an anti-art

market community, but creating new art projects means we need to embrace capitalism. From the

start we wanted our artists to be able to drawan income from their creative activities; wehoped that quality and talent could trump the

politics and nepotism of the art world. Insteadit may have made us unappealing to the galleriesand dealers. But, when you have no money, and no

backing, what else can you do but look for a wayto side-step the system?

Ethan H. Minsker is the author of two

books Rich Boy Cries For Momma and

Barstool Prophets. Find his lms

and books at www.ethanminsker.com.

Find more on the Antagonist Movement

at www.antagovision.com.


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