Happy Turkey Day everyone, I hope everyones is safe and wonderful, also just a quick shout out to my best friend Evan (not my son) on the birth of his son, coincidentally also named Evan lol.

Congrats Evan and Adriana, on a Beautiful healthy baby boy

So among the Detresse project and my day job and every liitle thing inbetween, I like to spend a lot of time just researching different things, and I was sitting here drawing some different things when it just kinda hit me, I am always looking for or searching/yearning for inspiration, and I suddenly thought to myself… “I don’t even really know if I am sure what the f^ck that word even means…” So, I did a little, or a lot of research online, and after about 2 hours, this is the best definition I have seen…

Definitions of inspiration on the Web:

• arousal of the mind to special unusual activity or creativity
• a product of your creative thinking and work; “he had little respect for the inspirations of other artists”; “after years of work his brainchild was a tangible reality”
• a sudden intuition as part of solving a problem
• divine guidance: (theology) a special influence of a divinity on the minds of human beings; “they believe that the books of Scripture were written under divine guidance”
• arousing to a particular emotion or action

Bonus…….

LOL, Right Chad, what the f^ck is wrong with you?….

“If I could find the time to speak,
I’d try to find a thousands way to prove you wrong…
Falling on my face,
I’m chasing all the lines of your skin…
And all your perowet mistakes,
So dance until your brand new… 
Ignore the fight inside that scares you,

Look before you, end it all…
Look before you, shut your eyes…
For the last time,
Theres no more room, to go back down…
Your picture trends in black and white…
(I will show you),
I will show you what it’s like…

Let them say all that they want,
I’ll wipe away your painted wings,
till your heroes come,
If you doubt it’ll look so new, 
Then the venom in your eyes, will control you…

Well I hate, pouring my heart out…
When it’s fading fast,
And streaming down your leg…

Look before you, end it all…
Look before you, shut your eyes…
For the last time,
Theres no more room to go back down…
Your picture trends in black and white…
(I will show you),
I will show you what it’s like…

She whispers in his ear, (Don’t hurt me)…
Don’t hurt me, (Dont forget me), don’t forget me…
Dont hurt me, I’m still not put back, together..

Look before you, end it all…
Look before you, shut your eyes…
For the last time,
Theres no more room, to go back down…
Will you fight for me, and not back down…
Your picture trends in black and white…
(I will show you),
I will show you what it’s like…

(If you let me me),
Your picture trends in black and white…
(That we painted),
I will show you what it’s like….”

Just thought I would post a little plug, why you might ask? Why on earth would I do something like that? Well if people didnt want to see what interests me and what my crazy thought process was then they should have told Wade not to give me access to the site lol.  Apparently there is a wine tasting/competition event/something going on for one of my greatest inspirations Maynard James Keenan, you can check out his website @ www.caduceus.org or his own sort of creative accumulate website @ www.puscifer.com, He also posted a blog recently that I thought was really interesting, now it is about Barack Obama getting elected president, but I think its something we can all agree on whether you are a republican, a democrat, and if you are anything like me you tend to steer clear of politics all together simply due to the face that I have so many better things to argue with people about, like the poor quality of computer porn and what not…

So Here you go

“Changes Come 11/05/08:” Roughly 9 years ago, on a day off from endless touring, I found myself in Memphis, TN. Instead of the normal routine of bad room service, pay-per-trash, cookie cutter mall visit, dinner, and “gentleman’s club,” I opted to visit an historic site. The Civil Rights Museum & Martin Luther King Jr Memorial. Rather than cab it, I chose to walk the several dozen blocks across town in an attempt to tune myself to this place. This Museum is not in the center of town and not a place you would just happen upon. It’s a place you would need to seek out. As you approach the building, it appears that it’s simply a converted motel. Basically because it is. And for good reason. You pay your donation and begin to wind through a seemingly endless maze of photos, documents, text, video/audio. I took my time. I read as much as I could. It didn’t take long for the dark reality of this period to set in. Atrocity after atrocity. This wasn’t that long ago. We did these things to each other. These awful awful things. It was like watching a movie. I kept thinking, “surely something good must happen soon to offset all these horrible things and events and surreal moments.” I spent hours in there looking for it. At times I caught myself walking faster from display to display looking for an emotional break or some levity and found none. 2 full floors. And just when I thought it was over, and I could see the exit sign ahead, my body froze. I realized why it was a motel. I realized where in fact I was. I was standing in front of a display window that looked into the room where Dr Martin Luther Kings Jr drew his final breath before stepping out of his room. He was assassinated in this very spot. I could feel my heart snap. And although it rarely if ever happens, I wept like a baby. We did this. People like you and I who come into the world in the same manner, walk on the same soil, breathe the same air. We did this. Will we always be capable of such monstrous acts against our brothers and sisters? Where is the light? Will we ever see it? Today, Nov 4th, 2008 I think I may have seen evidence of this light. Never mind the candidates. They’re politicians. Not the point. That we were able to grow enough as human beings to elect Senator Barack Obama as our President and International Representative showed me hope. It began to untie the knot that I’ve carried with me since that visit to Memphis. This time tears of joy. Granted, we aren’t out of the woods yet. But I see light. And today is truly a wonderful day.

I have not been feeling 100% lately, no worries, not mentally or anything lol.  Just physically, but I thought I would post a little update letting everyone know to look forward to some pretty kick ass Detresse updates shortly.  An actual storyline!!!!!!! What?!?!?! Lol, something for me to follow? Chad, say it isnt so.  Anywho, I hope everyone had a good and safe halloween, looking forward to thanksgiving and christmas and what not, Keep on Rocking!

Chad

I’ve been meaning to post the winners on the site, it has so seriously continually slipped my mind. Many thanks to Kristie for making sure that the winners have been posted on the deviantART fan page.

So, here they go:

1st place–kotsu-direngrey↓

2nd place–seanpt↓

3rd place–NoirRojo↓

Many, many thanks for all of those that participated, voters and entrants both!

-Wade

By now you may have noticed something new below the calendar (unless everything here is new to you!)

Click on the image under the Spread the Word! item to the right to download a rar archive with the new ad for the website. There are two pdf files inside, one letter sized and the other 11×17 in size. Download, print, and share!

It would even be cool if you could submit a picture of your posting–spread the word!

-Wade

In Case I dont post an update till then, HAPPY HALLOWEEN!! From the Detresse Family to you!

I hope everyone has a happy and safe Halloween with thier family and friends, I will be updating the site with new artwork shortly, Wade and I are currently working on the website ad, and our Holiday Post Card for this year.  I am very excited to see what you all think.  Just remember to keep swinging by, and remember Chad loves you…. LOL, Yes in a totally gay way.

Just thought I would drop in and write a little something while Wade is re-tooling the website.  I am super stoked about what is coming up for Detresse.  Keep your eyes peeled here for new updates and happenings as they develop.  I just finished a piece that I am going to use as an ad to hype up the website, see if we cant generate some pageviews with some kick ass artwork/advertisement.  I am going to start posting my “Journals” here, so those of you who happened to click the link from DA, Welcome!!!!!! And please, keep dropping by, and leave me a comment or two, I am after all an attention whore, and I love hearing from you guys!!!!

Song of the day why not?…. LOL, You poor poor people…

Sulfur…

“My guilt and my shame
Always sell me short always feel the same
And my face and my soul
Always wear me thin always under control
But the longest hours you’ll have in your life
Are the ones you sit through to know if you’re right
So I’ll wait but I’ll pray that I’m wrong
Because I think I know what’s going on

So let me get this straight the only will is my own
I do whatever I want and stay alone
All my decisions make it untouchable and tainted
I’m gonna suffer for the rest of my life
But I will always find a way to survive
I’m not a failure but I know what It’s like
I can take it or leave it or die

STAY…You don’t always know where you stand
‘Till you know that you won’t run away
Theres something inside me that feels
Like breathing in sulfur…

My life is undone I’m a sinner to most but a sage to some
And my Gods are untrue I’m probably wrong but I’m better than you
And the longest hours I’ve had in my life
Were the ones I went through to know I was right
So I’m safe but I’m a little outside
I’m gonna laugh when I’m buried alive

STAY…You don’t always know where you stand
‘Till you know that you won’t run away
Theres something inside me that feels
Like breathing in sulfur… ”

LOVE YA!!!!!!

-CHAD

I’m doing some renovations here, so don’t mind the mess…

Peace!

-Wade

“Shit happens to some of us. Traumatizing events occur and then we spend the rest of our lives, either consciously or unconsciously, trying to work it out. Some of us become the aggressors, inflicting the same trauma on others. Some of us medicate. Some of us become creative and use different mediums to express our pain and healing process. It’s a long process. And it of course gets worse before it gets better. If you happen to be one of the fortunate few who can express your self in a way with which people empathize, it can get even more difficult. The unhealthy behavior, which can surface during the healing process, is often times applauded. They applaud because you’ve touched on an experience with which they can relate. They applaud, you feel better, but only for a while. No ground is gained if we as artists only do it to be desired, praised, or accepted. The trick, for those who have chosen this expressive path, is to remember why you’re here. The trick is to remember that you’re here to heal and find resolution. That way if you stray off the path, or are seduced by the unhealthy accolades, you will be able to find your way back to the path. There are only so many metaphors for “feel my pain,” “woe is me,” and “pity this broken man.” Eventually we need to move beyond the trauma, otherwise we’re just a broken record and we offer no hope to anyone. If these stories aren’t healing us, the teller of the tales, then how the hell are they going to help in the healing process of anyone else? Where is the hope if we are required to remain stationary, to continue picking scabs rather than move on to healthier places?
So, Remember. The goal for us is resolve and healing. The hope is that with each stage along the way, new understandings emerge. It would seem then that with each new threshold achieved, prior darker states of being become less and less relevant. And we in theory continue to move towards a lighter state of being.
Let’s use the metaphor. There’s been an earthquake or a tornado or hurricane or some large scale, tragic event. We’re working to rescue the survivors, the injured, ourselves. We’re exposed first hand to death. We’re calculating what it will take to rebuild or if we should abandon. We’re coming face to face with difficult if not impossible decisions. There is chaos. There are extreme emotions. But we are committed to seeing it through, however long it may take. For our benefit, and/or for everyone’s benefit. And then one day we wake up to find we are out of the woods. We have persevered. But we’ve spent so much of our life dealing with the trauma that we’re not quite sure what to do now. We’ve grown so accustomed to living under the most challenging of circumstances that we have no idea what to do with a lovely day. We are now in unknown and unfamiliar territory. So what do we do now?…”