Casey Hallas Art

Tuesday, Nov. 30

Today I went to Hallas Park and painted under my pine tree. These are artisan spray paints, whose damn tips never work and always seem to disappear. I have almost no control of the medium, which I suppose is what the paintings are about. I went grocery shopping after that, picked up some espresso-infused cheese and persimmons. Next I stopped by the music store to put some effects on sale. Vic showed me the studio space upstairs, which is magical and also doesn’t exist on Instagram. He doesn’t yet know but he’ll be a co-lead in the feature film I’m producing. Porter told me some stories about Miles Davis. My studio at the Depot had materials I left outside and in the lobby accumulated outside my door, a clear sign they need to be taken away. Tomorrow, I’ll put them in storage but not until I email Kathleen to tell her it will be taken care of soon. Tomorrow is also the day rent checks are due. Earlier in the day I saw my friend Katie, who works at the coffee shop. I told her the famous Big Ben quote, of Steelers lore. And, as she has a feeding tube now going into her nose, I told her it’s actually quite fashionable since Dune is still in the theaters. Cheers Collegewood, cheers. I’ll see you out there.

C-Town Blues

(blues in A Flat)

I’ve got the C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
Porter says I shouldn’t
But there ain’t no stopping me

I kapo up a fret
I kapo up a fret
Sharks upon my neck
I kapo up a fret
Porter says I shouldn’t
But there ain’t no stopping me

He, fraternal twin
He, fraternal twin
A commie from Ohio
He, fraternal twin
He’s a holy roller
Like a bird on roller skates

I’ve got the C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
Porter says I shouldn’t
But there ain’t no stopping me

Porter has a cult
Porter has a cult
Commie from Ohio
Porter has a cult
He’s a holy roller
Like a bird on roller skates

You kicked me in the face
Kicked me in the face
Kicked me in the rain
When you kicked me in the face
You’re the schadenfreude 
In the class of ’98

I can’t find my phone
I can’t find my phone
My toilet’s overflowing
I can’t find my phone
He’s the schadenfreude 
In the class of ’98

I’ve got the C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
C-Town Blues
I’ve got the C-Town Blues
Porter says I shouldn’t
But there ain’t no stopping me


Making Art

I create culture for imaginary people because I don’t have real people to share culture with.

2021

The year that angry white people did more for Critical Race Theory than Foucault has done for France!

Remembering

Remembering.
Remembering.

Why you look so sad girl?
You’ve got a Chad girl.
I ain’t got nobody.
Why’d I have to see?

Along to the song I wrote for love…
Along to the song I wrote for you.
Along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to this song.

A man buries sorrow
In his heart for what he loves.
He hopes that it flowers –
That it grows into peace.

Sing along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to the song I wrote for you.
Sing along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to the song.

A man buries sorrow
In his heart for what he loves.
He hopes that it flowers –
That it grows into peace.

Sing along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to the song I wrote for you.
Sing along to the song I wrote for love…
Sing along to the song.

I don’t feel justified,
I don’t feel right.
I did what I had to
To survive.