Completed the cover art for Mark Danger’s new mixtape Intriguing Origins #1
Album drops Oct. 27
SHITE WHIPES
2 sets tonight— one at 5:00 and one at 5:30 at Liberty Bikes, St. Paul St., Downtown St. Catharines
“THE SHITE WHIPES”
a performance by JORDAN DUERRSTEIN and DANNY FAST
at Liberty! Bicycles
2 Bond St.
Downtown St. Catharines
September 15th, 5:00 PM
A part of Art City - Niagara Night of Art
I drew this album cover for The Bends’ new CD Through Looking-Glass Houses.
CD release party/farewell show is tonight at the Mansion House, downtown St. Catharines.
The local artists’ centre was asking for submissions for emblemata for a public project they’re doing. They asked artists to make emblems or symbols to represent the Niagara region, St. Catharines in particular. Here’s my write-up:
It’s only really a name that bonds us together: a name not decided by the people here and now, but by a man we don’t know who died centuries ago. In an age where many subcultures exist, we as a city (and country) lack a solid cultural identity. There’s not much bringing us together. TV and Internet helps us communicate quicker, but nothing of value is really being said. Disagreement lies everywhere—politics, religion, art: you can’t solidify St. Catharines into one main argument. Now, you could make a stereotype if you wanted to (white, middle class, uninvolved), but no one likes those, now do they? In a postmodern society, people don’t want to be put into a definition—so we let only the name of our city hold us together.
AND here’s the set I performed at the PERCEPTIONISTS show.
Pure Imagination, Hallelujah, and Dancing in the Street covers.
So proud of my brother last night at his art show :) #proud #art (Taken with instagram)
Hey! That’s me in the living room with my manager Gianni Arbuckle!
Why Would Anyone Read This? A Scandalous Look Into The Art World
(My good friend Will Kümmer, reporter-at-large, wrote this article about me. It is completely 100% true. Enjoy.)
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Tim Hortons. 2:30 PM. I planted myself in a two-person booth, facing the window, and got to thinking about how this interview would play out. There was an older couple seated next to me speaking enthusiastically about the weather. Sure is hot out. My back hurts when it rains. Mine too. Would Danny and I be able to speak with such candour? I produced my laptop from the threadbare red backpack at my feet and, after shooing a few renegade crumbs from the brown faux-wood table, rested it before me. A text document was open and waiting. In it were a handful of questions, each divided by a blank space or two. As I read through them, a red and brown shape in the distance caught my eye. Bouncing along between parked cars and pedestrians came a blurry figure, wrapped in a drab brown coat, seated upon a tiny bicycle. A full beard hung about the figure’s chin, and as he came into focus, I noticed a pair of pursed lips, and two squinted eyes just barely visible beneath a furry gray ushanka. This was the man himself. This was Danny Fast.
Danny Fast makes art. But Danny Fast is not an artist.
(Click “Read More” to read the entire article.)
