Thursday, August 23, 2012

Fit Girl - New Song Demo

I wrote this song really quickly today.  I wrote two lines of it in the gym this morning, and the rest of it while stuck in traffic on the way home from work this evening.

Fit Girl (P. Erlandson)

I was in the gym when she walked in off the street.
With the kind of body to knock you off your feet.
She got down to work, and she started to lift.
Muscles moving like a continental drift.
Looking at her I turned white as a sheet.

She was punishing her delts by the Smith Machine,
Like the love child of Judy Jetson and Mr. Clean.
Over in the corner I’m about to faint.
She’s the kind of girl that I would love to paint.
She was the baddest jacked up chick that I had ever seen.

Chorus:  Fit girl, fit girl, look my way!
If I catch your eye, I’ll have to look away.
If I cannot have you I will live in misery.

Now I’m no schmoe, but my knees were getting weak.
I was afraid she’d think I was a pencil-neck geek.
In between sets, I’d try to catch her eye;
I’m trying to look cooler than the other guys.
I am hypnotized by her physique.  (Chorus)

I can’t describe the effect that she has on me.
I don’t need no coffee, no 5-Hour Energy!
She’s got me bouncing off the walls.
She’s racing my heart like clenbuterol.
She’s got me buzzing to the Nth degree.  (Chorus)

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Tattoo Poem -

Here is a poem I wrote about getting my tattoo.  In case you missed it, this is the art I'm having done on my back:

My friend Adam is the man doing the tattoo.  I dedicate this poem to him.

Three Adams - for Adam Brooks

Dali paintings, skulls and monsters, particolored wings,
Cards and dice and portraits line the walls of Suicide Kings.

Breathing shallow, still as rock, I’m trying not to blink.
Virgin plains of ruddy skin imbibing jet black ink.
Adam leans against my back and scribes a fearful face:
An image of an image of the saviour of our race.

Then, as the needle does its work, three Adams fill my mind.
One, the ancient orchard thief and ruiner of mankind.
Two, redeemer of the first, who back to Eden beckoned.
Three, the artist at my back, illumining the second.

For as by Adam Number One the world was filled with sin,
So Adam Two took sin away for One and all his kin.
And as the Second took on flesh to save One from the brink,
So shall the hand of Adam Three incarnate Two in ink.

The artist’s hand creates bold lines of energy and vigor,
Which on my back, in turn, create a large and startling figure.
“It is finished!” groans the Second Adam from the tree.
“I’m all finished!” quotes the joyful Adam Number Three.

I don my shirt, and like Saint Veronica’s veil, it’s blessed
With visage of the dying Christ miraculously impressed.

© 2012, Paul Erlandson

Friday, August 17, 2012

Hot Rod Anglican Gets Inked

So I got, or rather am in the process of getting, my first tattoo ever.

It is based on this stained-glass window (Ecce Homo, 1913), by Johan Thorn Prikker.

In choosing both the image (above) and location (upper middle back) for this tattoo, I was heavily influenced by Flannery O'Connor's short story, Parker's Back.

So far, only the line work has been done.  The pain was not bad at all ... it was completely bearable.  I still have two session to go, to have the color applied.  I'm really excited about having this.

"Sic Deus Dilexit Mundum" translates to:  God so delighted in the world ... which is from the beginning of John 3:16.

Here are a few shots of the tattoo, taken the day it was done:

Wednesday, August 15, 2012

An Old Animated Film of Mine

Here is a short film that I made in high school with my friend, Scott McLarty.  It is an animated super hero film whose main character, Kaptain Devore, is based on Mr. Devore, the teacher who taught Scott and me high school German.