The Ochun Oxtra / Haffsårkestern

If you have a boat and name it the Ocean Orchestra and leave the spelling in the hands of a Muddler, you get it misspelled the Ochun Oxtra, or in Tove Jansson's Swedish, the Haffsårkestern. (You find it in her Moomin book Moominpappa's Memoirs.) We thought it was an excellent band name (or rather, the least not excellent name that we all could agree upon, having tried so many strange ones, from Wild Red Raspberries to Tante Bengtsonz's Band) and I thought that one had better have the boat redrawn (out of respect for Ms. Jansson, original works and so forth). The original pencil...

...led to this...

...and was made into a -- perhaps not perfect, but poster still, and I had to do this under full steam ahead. There'll be a good guitarist, two singing beauties and I'll tap the keys as usual. Anchors awheigh.

A Short Journey on the River Styx

Death, where is thy sting?

-- For a short little while, I was like dead. Exhausted, with a fever and a cold too, after having helped out at the shipyard (boats are heavy) with putting ships to sea and now waiting for my own last coating of varnish to dry... I fell asleep in my heat. I faintly remember how my fellow Sunday sailors tried to wake me up (they had quite a hard time). So here you find Yours Sinc. in Charon's boat (q.v.) down on the River Styx, surrounded by forces ambiguous or malicious.

But fortunately, friendly swallows showed the way.

Vernissage Concert Pencil and Other Musical Flowers

Happy times at Larry's Corner, where Anna Petraškeviča, Girilal Baars, Yann le Nestour, Sören Runolf and Mats Dimming played Discrete Comprovisations; mellow, mostly harmonious experimental music. In the background (below) you see the art of Mr. Ceder, who got an applause too...

Next Saturday, Yours Sincerely -- if he's still alive -- might host a musical night there with other fine odd people. The same rowdy gang might later be responsible for this little show on May 30:th (my quickie poster too)

...it is a little pity that you don't see all of the flowers in it; I drew the original freehand without having any roses in my life at all, so I don't think it's too bad. Pencil...

...and then a little digital pastel.

Sneak Vernissage Experimental Music Poster, finished

Most of these cruel experiments with instruments (for the poster mentioned before) are drowned in text, they were mostly completed for fun (and for you, dearies!).

Here goes; a wriggling recorder...

And an accordion; I made careful note not to try too hard to draw an accordion but Come What May, and it got quite accordingly accordion anyway.

And here's the completed poster... the day after, knock wood, I'll have my Vernissage:
Larry's Corner,
2 p.m.
35 Grindsgatan, Stockholm, Sweden,
May 16:th.
Cheers.

Environmental Pitch Fish

And this little fish is tired of swimming. It might have a bit with the gas mask to do. But above all it swam to a newly founded paper for Green News, where I knew the founder a little, but others knew him better, so swim on, poor little fish. Then it swam all across the Atlantic to a New York fanzine where pitching is encouraged. In vain. After swimming back to me it is now rather tired, and begs to rest its weary fins here on this blog. Voilà.