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‘Keys Open Doors’ is almost here!

Half a year ago Portland’s R.S. Delucco & I talked during a visit about having a release here in Seattle. After some thought (as well as fortunate timing) we decided to move the inaugural release of his publication ‘Collected Works‘ to December 3rd, at The Catalyst Gallery in Seattle’s Capitol Hill Neighbourhood. (See bottom for printable flier)

The initial release will be titled ‘Keys Open Doors‘, featuring 20 original illustrations of fantastical skeleton keys. You will be able to pick up this professionally hand-bound 8.5″x5.5″ book with french flaps for only 10$. The books will be signed by Rick & numbered 1-100. For you folks on FB, get yourself RSVP’d here.

This will be the last show for Catalyst for up to a year as the 3 boys decide to hunker down and re-imagine mission statements and vision. Straight Crushing & the gallery space have maintained a great working relationship over the last year, it’d be great to see you all there for one last after-hours drink to send them off.

–Stop_Foster

“My Week W/ Mrs. A” + Archers E.P. Teaser!

So thus begins the end of my battle with this decade’s flesh-eating celebrity virus MRSA (or ‘Mrs. A‘ as the head of Group Health’s Infectious Disease ward called it).

Seriously, I got it. After two days visiting Urgent Care with a high fever and signs of infection they diagnosed me with the stuff. Once things got rolling I was sent up to Home Infusion Services for a peripherally inserted central catheter. A ‘Picc Line’ is essentially a small tube threaded through an artery (via my arm) all the way to the Superior Vena Cava (top, on the left), allowing IV medication that is unable to travel through small veins a passage way to my heart. Through my Sally Port we go, eh?

Straight to the heart.

After that I was trained to use a ‘Prefusor Basic‘ or a ‘syringe pump’ (pictured below) from home. This allows the massive syringes full of Antibiotics to be pumped through the Picc Line, dumping them directly into my heart for good measure. 
But now things are on the up! Mrs. A, she retreats, and my spirits are high.

Especially when I came home to find that Chris Cantino, co-front man of the best damn band in Portland, OR e-mailed me a sneak preview of their upcoming tracks. As usual, shit hits like a live wire from start to finish. Archers ability to stir up the last sentiments of danger and fun in pop music never ceases to please, I’ve listened to it 5 times consecutively (and counting) since it hit my inbox. If you visited the previous link, you’ll see that Portland Mercury is finally catching on to what you faithful readers knew all along.

Love,
Stop_Foster