For Jamie Brisick

Anyone who knows me well, understands the influence Raymond Pettibon has had on me over the years. Like most things in my life, I am sure I have Kyle Field to thank for this. All one must do is take a quick stroll through this blog, look at the walls of our house (show posters), our disheveled bookshelves or neatly tucked album covers in my collection for confirmation. So I had a mean streak of envy when I discovered my friend Jamie Wrestling Elephants...

FOR THE LOVE OF RAYMOND PETTIBON
November 7th, 2010

Of all my great achievements (trick-or-treating OJ Simpson’s house; five stitches to the chin after failed Evel Knievel-inspired launch over three Tonka trucks on Huffy BMXer; 7th place Meadow Oaks Summer School Hot Dog Eating Contest; tiles at Marina Dog Bowl; Tae Kwon Do yellow belt; stage dive Dead Kennedys Whiskey; cocaine seizure behind the wheel of powder blue ’66 Karmann Ghia; back-to-back pizza deliveries to John McEnroe and Charlie Sheen in ’86; premature ejaculation with Alexis from Heidi Fleiss’ stable ($800/hr, non-refundable); sushi with Madonna circa Like A Virgin; Mile High Club Pan Am Flt 104 JFK-DeGaulle; stalking, cornering, revelling in for maybe a year then killing perfectly good love, repeatedly; front row The Who reunion tour; on-time alimony payments seven months and counting; et al), this might be the sweetest:



Jamie sent me some reading material on this very subject a while back and I think it's time I dig in over the holidays. Would love to see this in person soon Jamie. Be Well...