Malignant Response

Response to the Malignant Humor show has been great. I still find myself explaining that the show is "malignant" and changes and grows. Seems to be my curse... either not explaining myself enough, or explaining myself ad nauseum. Or just being too obscure for anyone to understand what I'm doing. Most of the time, I don't know what I'm doing myself.

Somehow, I thought the vending machines would be an instant success. Seems (A) people just aren't interested, or (B) they don't realize that they can actually buy art, or at least stickers, temporary tattoos, or buttons out of them. All of those come with a "Freaky Fortune Comic." something kinda like a Bazooka Joe Comic. And there's 54 different ones. And then there's (C), some people just don't understand how the vending machines work.

It all keeps reminding me of the song "Sensitive Artist" by King Missle. Crap. I'm a sensitive artist. And I wanted to grow up to be Batman. Or an outlaw biker or something.

Sensitive Artist
by John S Hall
King Missile (dog fly religion) _Fluting On The Hump_ Shimmy Disc 1987

I am a sensitive artist...

I am a sensitive artist.
Nobody understands me because I am so deep.
In my work I make allusions to books that nobody else has read,
Music that nobody else has heard,
And art that nobody else has seen.
I can't help it
Because I am so much more intelligent
And well-rounded
Than everyone who surrounds me.

I stopped watching tv when I was six months old
Because it was so boring and stupid
And started reading books
And going to recitals
And art galleries.
I don't go to recitals anymore
Because my hearing is too sensitive
And I don't go to art galleries anymore
Because there are people there
And I can't deal with people
Because they don't understand me.

I stay home
Reading books that are beneath me,
And working on my work,
Which no one understands

I am sensitive...
I am a sensitive artist