Monday, April 28, 2008

the Colt disaster

Yours truly, Colt, 2007, oil on canvas, 12x12 inches, private collection

I had a letter to the editor published in today's Hartford Courant. I was responding to Jeffrey Cohen's recent story about the Colt Factory developer's most recent financial woes and halted renovation. The loss of the Coltsville artist community is a continually felt loss. What's worse is how rarely city officials have showed any interest in this kind of "scene" where synergy improves the area from the ground up. The size, strength, and excitement of the creative/intellectual scene is a way to measure a city's vitality. -Not by the number of costly, grand scheme development projects (debacles).

The fact is, the artists' community that previously occupied the Colt factory were a group of people who loved living there. This alone is a rare condition hard to find in any other Hartford neighborhood. The rent was cheap, the space was gritty but it was plentiful, and they could do whatever they wanted to make their art. Everybody knew each other and they partied a lot. These people were forced out in a strategy to create upscale converted lofts in hopes of attracting "young professionals." As we have all been informed, young professionals are just dying to move to Hartford. To make room for them and their hypothetical larger spending power, an entire building full of actual young professionals (artists) were forced to leave. GREAT IDEA. Five years later all we have is another empty factory and less art. Meanwhile, we also have several other high-priced condominium complexes downtown and now in Parkville, all of which are struggling to find tenants willing to lease the expensive properties.

I mean, can you imagine partying on the lookout platform beneath that great blue dome? It used to happen. Robert A. MacFarlane, the brains behind this development project, should be tarred, feathered, and run out of town. Welcome to Hartford, a city never short on bad ideas or empty luxury condos.

Sunday, April 27, 2008

Bristol might not suck...

I've been on a week-long hiatus after the launch of Weekend Party Update TV which as you can clearly see, was an enormous success, defying even our own supercilious predictions. If you haven't watched it yet, you must hate yourself because why else would you deprive yourself of such extreme pleasure? The praise, accolades, job offers, and syndication deals have been rolling in all week. Greg and I are drunk with pride. More episodes are coming soon for all of you who watched it and immediately needed more.

Anyway, last night, we went to Dave Sinaguglia's party at his studio in Bristol. He shares the space with a handful of other artists. Its the typical dream of artists, an empty factory for next to no rent. The only issue I had was having to drive all the way to Bristol. Incidentally, this seemed to be a popular topic for conversation all night.

That said, its a brilliant room for partying. All of the exposed brick and ceilings, abandoned machinery and plentiful safety hazards made everything seem kind of illegal. In my experience, this does nothing but make a party's atmosphere ten times more enjoyable.

Unfortunately, UHA's Spring Fling weekend kept a lot of people in Hartford, so the room never made it to capacity, but I left feeling like it had a ton of potential, which was exciting. DJ Rizzla aka Brian F. was spinning really good jams and the small crowd danced like maniacs. There were also several refrigerators full of PBR.

In conclusion, if Dave ever invites you to a party at his Bristol studio featuring DJ Rizzla, you should definitely go.


DJ Rizzla


well if it isn't beauty-dude and beauty princess. my miserable heart can hardly take it.




yours truly, Kevin Kelly


Jamie and Matty's studio- they also occasionally live here

Matty's paintings

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

WEEKEND PARTY UPDATE TV: EPISODE I




The first episode of Weekend Party Update TV is finally here! Greg Surman and I have been working our butts off taping and editing for two weeks, and we couldn't be happier. Special thanks to Vegas Boulevard and Real Art Ways. Thank you to everyone who gave interviews and subjected themselves to a ridiculous intrusion upon your privacy, personal space, and dignity. Mine are hardly in tact as it is...


Real Art Ways REAL PARTY 2008, muse and yours truly, photo courtesy of Steven Laschever


Sunday, April 20, 2008

Shag Franzia

Last night's Shag Frenzy party was a special one because Meljo Catalan is in town from Tokyo where he just became a professor of English. He was rocking out fairly hard and his dearest chums crowded around to welcome him home. We got to talking about making money in Tokyo, karaoke, gay bars, that time we used to work together at Barnes & Noble, and the future of business in Japan.

Jillian had four dolla dolla bills y'all

Bix



Meljo, wiling out

LJ's hot bearded boyfriend Kevin

happy birthday Sara! again.

my lawyer Natalie, moving to New York... Rick Bober, now booking bands for the Webster

Thomas, moving to San Francisco

Derek and Katie


Watkins: always in trouble

looks of concern from Stryker and Meghan while yours truly passes out in Faith's backseat. "Passed Out in the Backseat of Faith" ...that will be the title of my memoir of a religious journey during which nothing goes right, and God is my co-pilot. Eat your heart out Anne Lamott

Saturday, April 19, 2008

Soccer Club

Yesterday afternoon Soccer Club reformed and played for a couple of hours at the UCONN Law field near my house in the fashionable West End. This is the first exercise I've had in months. I'm really sore right now and was last night as well, so my party stamina was not at peak performance. Thus, the subsequent party pictures are kind of bad and I didn't stay out that late. To quote Josh Courtney, "sometimes, even I need a break."

stringbean Sean

Lemmy

St. Matthew

Zack


J







Lydia's dog, Audrey

Ross

the Weird Diner 2nd Annual Solo and Side Projects show:


chug life




The Dream Team at Sully's:

"I <3 Hartford" free buttons courtesy of Mayor Eddie Perez (seriously)



basically, women rarely go to Sully's. It's a man's man's tiki bar

Friday, April 18, 2008

Yes baby

I stopped in at Real Art Ways for a minute to meet Ellen Shattuck and see her sharp little show of relief prints in the Real Room. The work is very funny in a dreamily neurotic and anxious way. Also, they're very handmade and seemingly quite personal. Imagine if Martha Rosler made some prints instead of that irritating "Semiotics of the Kitchen" video. Shattuck's work also reminded me of some of Alison Saar's prints.
Afterwards I went over to Vegas B for some beers, some babes, and to let JPrez lick my soul. I was tired though so my pictures this week are rather lackluster and blah... Cuties and beautydudes were out in full force however, so don't worry.




Aerostatic and Forward Motion Theater: combined forces performing in Real Art Ways' main gallery

artist Ellen Shattuck and her cute husband

oh, we're dating steady now


Browah


slays me EVERY SINGLE TIME







beautydudes all up on my shit