I don’t really remember what got me into Andy Warhol & the Velvet Underground…I just know I’ve liked both since I was in high school, possibly even grade school.
I do recall the first bio I read of Andy–I want to say it was the summer between 8th grade and freshman year. My mom used to work for Waldenbooks, and had brought home a trade copy. I snatched it & began reading it. She informed me when I was halfway through it that she’d decided to give it to my cousin Julie & her husband Jim, who were also into Warhol, VU, and a ton of other cool stuff. Julie’s always ranked high among my favorite family members (she shares a birthday with my sister Kendra & she was my favorite babysitter when we were kids), and Jim has the most awesome record collection I’ve ever seen outside of a used record store (anyone remember records, or am I just getting to be that old?)! Plus, they’re responsible for getting Jay & I hooked on “Dexter.” But anyway, I remember that rather than hanging out with Julie & Jim the morning they came over to get the book, I spent about 2 hours holed up in my room, frantically trying to finish reading it. It’s a good thing I’m usually a pretty fast reader.
But from there, I started getting into the Velvet Underground and imagining what it would’ve been like to have hung out in the Factory in its heyday. And the more I learned about Andy, the more I felt a little sorry for him. I always had the impression that he lived his life feeling like just enough of an outsider that he couldn’t quite be happy–And that’s something I’ve struggled with for as long as I can remember!
So imagine my surprise when I found out the Washington Pavilion was going to be hosting a Warhol exhibit. I believe it was last December that I read on their website it was going to be featured at some point this year, so I’ve been eagerly awaiting it. And my mom, gods love her, after reading my post about it a few weeks ago, sent me a check & told me to go get my tickets and enjoy myself. So I did.
As soon as I got home from work this morning I quickly changed my shirt and we headed down to Sioux Falls. And while I love his ink drawings of shoes more than the silk screen prints, I was still excited to go and see the exhibit. What bites is that unlike at the Warhol Museum itself, photography is not allowed here. However, I did manage to sneak a picture of the cow wallpaper:
I lucked out and there was no one around at the time. I was not at all surprised by the fact that the bambino loved the Silver Clouds portion of the exhibit, but a lack of nap led to a time out, and me breezing through the rest of the gallery. Luckily, most of it I’ve seen before, but it was still neat to look at again. At one point we all took a bathroom break before heading out, and when I came back into the area where they were showing the screen tests, Lou Reed’s was playing. I was sorely tempted to try for another picture, but there were a lot more people in the next room, and I didn’t want to push my luck. When we got back into the main area of the Washington Pavilion, I started snapping pictures of the ads–I figured they couldn’t bust me for that.
It’s been about 2 years since we’ve been to Famous Dave’s. The bambino was still an infant and had just started eating table food (I think he mushed a corn muffin the last time), and we ran into my friend Tim there. This time, the bambino had some mini-corndogs and mashed potatoes, and I didn’t see Tim. Jay & I both got the brisket sandwich:
Praline bread pudding. It was heavenly. I tried desperately to eat the whole thing (the bambino’s meal came with Oreo’s & Jay declined my offer to share), but it was SO rich, I only managed about 3/4 of it.
Almost the entire day (minus the hour we were at the Washington Pavilion) was spent shopping…Which I’ll blather on all about tomorrow!