Satchmo shits a bricolage (The Wonderful World and Art of Louis Armstrong) thanks to Stewart McSherry
ONE magikal night in Malibu, Stewart McSherry
(it means 'Steward of the good Sherry') bought from me for a nominal
price a Mardi Gras Indian beaded patch, in order to provide me with the
lifestyle to which i had become UNaccustomed, which i then promptly spent
at Chateau Marmont on a split of 'something cool' (see Rickie Lee Jones).
But when I returned, only to piss off Kate Perkins with my unstable cargo intact, Sterwart brought out the most curious art book which I should have,
but had never seen, from that day to this.
It seemed to be so far under
the radar that even an Outsider Art Gallery Director from the French
Quarter of New Orleans and boss, Alan Boudreaux
had somehow missed it.
What should have been friends, colleagues and
collectors bringing it to my attention, or to the attention of any of
the other friends, etc., - when there still were real friends - before
Facebook - including Al Rose, Kim Fowley, Willy DeVille Video's,
and all of the other rock stars, celebrities, collectors, artists, and
plain musicphile weirdos, who passed through our gallery on a daily
basis, apparently never knew about this secret.
So I had to
go to visit a New Orleans transplant in Malibu to find out about the
most amazing body of Outsider/Collage/Montage/Bricollage/Cut-up art I've
ever seen, made by the inventor of the one and only true art form from
the city that CARE forgot (or is it TIME?) to find it.