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‘From My Party House’ Painting

Philip Leister

Painting, Acrylic on Canvas

Size: 36 W x 72 H x 1.5 D in

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… Cold, cold eyes upon me they stare People all around me and they're all in fear They don't seem to want me but they won't admit I must be some kind of creature up here having fits … From my party house, I'm afraid to come outside Although I'm filled with love I'm afraid they'll hurt my pride So I play the part I feel they want of me And I pull the shades so I won't see them seein' me … Havin' hard times in this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found … Havin' hard times, in this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found … From my party house I feel like meetin' others Familiar faces, creed and race, a brother But to my surprise I find a man corrupt Although he be my brother, he wants to hold me up … Havin' hard times in this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found … Havin' hard times, in this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found … So many hard times... Sleepin' on motel floors Knockin' on my brother's door Eatin' Spam and Oreos and drinkin' Thunderbird baby (Wail) In this crazy town … Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found Havin' hard times, in this crazy town Havin' hard times, there's no love to be found … I'm sick and tired I'm sick and tired of payin' dues baby And I'm sick and tired of havin' so many hard, hard times baby And from my party house, from my party house ‘Hard Times’ by Baby Huey & the Babysitters Songwriter: Curtis Mayfield The Baby Huey Story: The Living Legend is the only solo album by American soul singer James "Baby Huey" Ramey. He died at the age of 26 while recording his solo debut, and the album was finished and released posthumously. The title refers to the "legend" of Baby Huey that survives after his death. Baby Huey & the Babysitters was a soul band formed in Gary, Indiana. The band, founded in 1963, was the idea of organist / trumpeter Melvyn Jones and guitarist Johnny Ross. James Ramey was their front man, and he adopted the stage name of "Baby Huey" (after the cartoon/comic book character Baby Huey). They were well known on the club scene in Chicago. Their sole LP for Curtom Records in 1971 was precursor of hip hop music. James Thomas Ramey (August 17, 1944 – October 28, 1970), better known as Baby Huey, was an American rock and soul singer. He was the frontman for the band Baby Huey & the Babysitters, whose sole LP for Curtom Records in 1971 was influential in the development of hip hop music. Source: Wikipedia

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Painting:Acrylic on Canvas

Original:One-of-a-kind Artwork

Size:36 W x 72 H x 1.5 D in

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I’m (I am?) a self-taught artist, originally from the north suburbs of Chicago (also known as John Hughes' America). Born in 1984, I started painting in 2017 and began to take it somewhat seriously in 2019. I currently reside in rural Montana and live a secluded life with my three dogs - Pebbles (a.k.a. Jaws, Brandy, Fang), Bam Bam (a.k.a. Scrat, Dinki-Di, Trash Panda, Dug), and Mystique (a.k.a. Lady), and five cats - Burglekutt (a.k.a. Ghostmouse Makah), Vohnkar! (a.k.a. Storm Shadow, Grogu), Falkor (a.k.a. Moro, The Mummy's Kryptonite, Wendigo, BFC), Nibbler (a.k.a. Cobblepot), and Meegosh (a.k.a. Lenny). Part of the preface to the 'Complete Works of Emily Dickinson helps sum me up as a person and an artist: "The verses of Emily Dickinson belong emphatically to what Emerson long since called ‘the Poetry of the Portfolio,’ something produced absolutely without the thought of publication, and solely by way of expression of the writer's own mind. Such verse must inevitably forfeit whatever advantage lies in the discipline of public criticism and the enforced conformity to accepted ways. On the other hand, it may often gain something through the habit of freedom and unconventional utterance of daring thoughts. In the case of the present author, there was no choice in the matter; she must write thus, or not at all. A recluse by temperament and habit, literally spending years without settling her foot beyond the doorstep, and many more years during which her walks were strictly limited to her father's grounds, she habitually concealed her mind, like her person, from all but a few friends; and it was with great difficulty that she was persuaded to print during her lifetime, three or four poems. Yet she wrote verses in great abundance; and though brought curiosity indifferent to all conventional rules, had yet a rigorous literary standard of her own, and often altered a word many times to suit an ear which had its own tenacious fastidiousness." -Thomas Wentworth Higginson "Not bad... you say this is your first lesson?" "Yes, but my father was an *art collector*, so…"

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