Sunday, November 27, 2005

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image copyright: nellis, 2003

16 comments:

nathan Barrett said...

"You got the right stuff baby, nothin' else can turn me on" - or is it "no-one"?

chrinisticles said...

i miss the CTA too...the pigeon crap, candy wrappers, chicken wing bones and spit puddles on the platform. oh yes, and the forehead grease on the windows by your chair, the urine smell mixed with B.O.! all jokes aside, i really do miss it!

chuck said...

that's a tough angle to scale on there phil. you worked it nicly. i'm so totally jealous of your prolific production in the midst of a job, school and a little begger. i have zero excuses for my stagnation.

Aaron said...

phil, i'm amazed at how broad your artistic skills are... you're so well developed in so many genres and you've grown so much as an artist over the past few years... it's amazing, man!!

oh, the days of piano and forte!

elnellis said...

you are very kind, thanks for the feedback. don't worry chuck, i pulled this one from the archives, it was called forth by my nostalgia...

pedro said...

Nice work. The guy reading the book must be headed to Don's (hopefully HE won't get back late and be forced to spend the night with the winos on the Red Line . . . )

Flyin J said...

i like that

chrinisticles said...

oh, pneter...
you know that you liked smoking your pipe and riding the red-line all night long. besides, that was years ago--you aren't still a little bitter about that one are you?

hey phil--remember waking up to a certain someone banging on the door at like five in the morning? i think it was that same certain someone who never got a key for our apartment all summer long.

elnellis said...

yeah chris, peter is still bitter about that episode. remember when we woke up and tried to leave the apartment and couldn't open the door because peter was sleeping outside in the hallway. he knocked and knocked and we never heard him... what we did hear was "the beast" at 4am though... and i'm still bitter about that one...
ps. do you guys still have ring-worm from sleeping on the mattress i bought from that homless dude?

Aaron said...

and let it be noted that it was 3 of you sleeping on the STD mattress...

...and at times 6 guys in the studio apartment. and so much cigar smoke.

that place must have wept tears of joy when you guys left at the end of the summer...

nathan Barrett said...

I remember that little place too. I'm sorry I missed out on the action. I remember throwing pebbles at the window to get let in. Poor Pete, I think you got shafted at our Pilsen apartment too when you didn't have the key and had to take your clothes off in the alley to shimmy up between Julios place and ours to break in, like so many of us had to do. I hope life is better now Pete and that your wife doesn't ever lock you out.

By the way Phil, a girl from my Church in Chicago is in charge of picking art for our worship setting and is looking for some different stuff. I sent her to you blog, so she said she probably will contact you! She loved you stuff.

pedro said...

For the record:

My bitterness has been dispelled now that my pain has been recognized.

I'm pretty sure that my ringworm isn't from the matress since I slept on the futon, but I can still remember the stench of stale cigarette smoke and grease that had penetrated the hallway walls, and I remember the nasty, greasy sludge that pured out of our broken sink drain.

I think the third guy on the mattress was Jessee, and fatty slept on the Make-Out Bench over Shoe Village.

That magic summer will always maintain mythic proportions for me.

Chris said...

i had many a 'prayer meeting' with those of the opposite sex on the make-out bench...i could never forget shoe village or the phone booth (aka--our closet) that phil talked to ruthie in every day for hours.

pneter, mnemember that song we sang that made phil fly into a rage? i think it went somethig like this, "my phil is so big! so strong and so mighty there's nothing my phil cannot do--for me!!!"

i also have found memories of 'fashion show.' phil, remember how most of our closet was filled with peter's clothes? remember how he would try on different outfits and asked us which one we thought looked better?

peter, remember when i took one of your shirts with me to south africa and took pictures of me wearing it on the beach to give to you in hopes you wouldn't hate me forever?

Chris said...

hey guys--remember the night we went skateboarding together? phil, you cruised by those girls on the lakefront with your ass-cheeks hanging out and all peter and i could do is laugh! then we did it down that street with all the clubs at like 2am! all the drunk club people laughed and clapped--peter on the banana board, phil on the longboard and me on regular old board...good times!

elnellis said...

it's a good thing we are documenting these memories in a public forum, that way we will never forget the "magical summer of mythic proportions" (good way to describe it peter).
hmmm... shoe village, butts on parade, fashion show, the makeout bench, the ruth booth, the beast, the ringworm mattress... i should write a children's book!

Aaron said...

hmm.... children's book? i'd buy it. as long as piano and forte are in it.

the three weeks i lived in that apartment with you guys was quite the adventure. phil, i just remember our music class when you brought in Tamens and played it for the whole class and Dr. Round was scribbling on the chalkboard like a mad man trying to chart the rhythm, dynamics, and melody of a hardcore song.... his reply was, "phil.... thanks for bringing this in... it was very interesting!" and then when prompted for comments, a schmoody said, "was that even music? ugh!"... i just loved seeing Round dance around at the blackboard "giving your song a fair chance".... so funny.