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Illustration: Hobo-bot and Greasegoat

These two pieces were done at a different time, but I’ll post ’em here side by side. I’ve got tons of old work that could use some posting!
This first one (below) is my depiction of what I imagine would be a Robot’s reaction when faced with some form of heartbreak. Circuits shorting out, blown fuses, lots of “Premium Oil” (as shown on the can he appears to be drinking out of) consumption, pretty heavy stuff. Judging from the somewhat cold expression on his (assuming that its a male robot) face he’s pretty broke too. Meet Hobo-bot, vagrant automaton extraordinaire, heart broken wonderer of all places unholy and misserable. No satchel carrying and/or hitching of rides for this guy; robots usually have some kind of transportational(sic) ability that facilitates the transporting of self with some degree of ease, this also includes whatever items the robot in question may have at the time of transport.
Lovesick Automaton

This one here (below) was a T-Shirt design I put together for a punk rock band from the Republic of Panama. Its a smokin’-greaser goat. I think I may have broken new ground here, why with the pairing of a goat and greaser aesthetics… or maybe not.
No Ley Goat

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June 30, 2008, 2:20 pm
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Some very recent “work”; more coming soon.


Been busy; think Kosinski

Pardon my absence lately; I’ve been caught up with a series of things in need of my extended immediate attention. I’ll be back on the blogging horse soon, but for now I leave you with an excerpt from, the master of form, Jerzy Kosinski’s “The Devil Tree”, my favorite and yours:

“… I can be described as neither a hostile nor a sympathetic person. My sense of myself is entirely relative. My hostility and sympathy vary, depending on whom I’m with: I compete or I pity. Either I’m not good enough for anyone or I’m too good for everyone. Being in the group has made me incredibly agitated. I want to give up contemplation and get out and move.”

As said to himself by main character Jonathan Whalen, in reference to not being able to continue attending his weekly group therapy meetings.

Panama Drum Fest ’08 featured Frojax

After a month of non-stop rehearsing at our (Factor VIII’s) rehearsal space, last Saturday (1/5/08), I participated in the 2nd annual Panama Drum Fest. I had the honor of sharing the stage with other fine percussionist from right here in Panama, as well as from around the globe, most notably Billy Cobham. The idea of shelling out a solo right before a living legend such as Mr. Cobham was a bit intimidating, but in the end things turned out well.
I guess the reason as to why I never wrote about this here at the ‘ville was because sometimes I was a bit consumed by the irregularly long hours of practice in preparation for the festival (4-7 hours a day, five/six days a week from mid November to January 5), another thing was that I was in the studio by myself most of the time for extended periods. Something that can be equally as pleasant as it is “cabin fever” inducing. On a normal rehearsal schedule (w/o Factor VIII), I only run through stuff for 1-2 hours a day 4-5 days a week.
In short: by the time I’d get home I’d be pretty fried and hardly in the mood to talk about drum related happenings.
Aside from some minor monitor issues the day of the performance, the festival was a smash and everyone seemed pleased with the performances given by all the artists.

*I truly apologize to anyone that noticed that at the end of my set I didn’t acknowledge your applause with some kind of wave or bow. As I walked out of the stage door this was pointed out to me by my brother Chris. All I could say was “Oops!”
The reason I didn’t follow my performance with a bow was just due to a minor case of nerves. I don’t normally get on stage without my usual gang of primates (FVIII) serving as a barrier to take the brunt of any public scrutiny. FVIII’s absense caused me to storm off the stage in somewhat of a nervous little run/walk; I really hope that my absent mindedness didn’t bum anybody out. Thanks to everyone that came out, next time I’ll bow two-fold.

I’d like to credit the talented Jaime Anibal de Leon with doing a great job on stage as well as for putting together a great festival. I’d also like to thank my dear friend Omar “Mole” Torres (from the band Propiedad Privada) and his masterful bass chops for helping me put the solo together, also for just being an all around soldier during the past couple of weeks.

Here are some pictures:

John Frochaux @ Panama Drum Fest ‘08

John Frochaux @ Panama Drum Fest ‘08

John Frochaux @ Panama Drum Fest ‘08

John Frochaux @ Panama Drum Fest ‘08

John Frochaux @ Panama Drum Fest ‘08

John Frochaux @ Panama Drum Fest ‘08

John Frochaux @ Panama Drum Fest ‘08

John Frochaux @ Panama Drum Fest ‘08

The Merry X-mas Men

As we enter that time of year where a person’s self-worth is measured by how fast he/she can max out their newly approved credit cards; my somewhat-twin cousins and myself have decided to add more glitter to the mass hysteria by posting an x-mas “card” (or message) here at the ‘ville. Just to remind everyone of what Christmas is really about: good attitudes, nice shirts, odd ties, and distant relatives.

ARCADE UPDATE #1: Mail order madness

Finally, after some anticipation, the parts needed to build the arcade’s control panel arrived today; so far I’ve only been able to create a not so very detailed mockup of the controls. Hopefully by the end of next week I’ll have this part of the project chopped, cased, and hooked up to the working computer (which I’ve yet to put together). I’d say that I’m hardly off to a “start” of any kind; the buttons and joysticks are still in their plastic packaging along with the PS/2 chip.
On the other hand, its good to already have the greater part of the components needed to start the project on my side of the court. Now if I can only find some time for a Ground Breaking Ceremony.



Tools: a pale new dawn

Just last week my toilet attempted to take a midnight wiz all over my apartment and I was brought down to my knees (literally) to tightly hold a metal tube that had been punctured by fluctuating water pressure for the greater part of an hour. Fifty minutes and a nightmarish leg cramp after, the plumber showed up and fixed my disobedient plumbing with the daintiest twist of a wrench. Our minuit affair ended in a $100 plumbing bill. After an otherwise restful night, I decided that some changes had to be made.
There comes a time in every man’s life when some things need to be decided upon; things such as a insurance providers, appropriate coverage, weight loss, dieting, 70’s Ramones vs 80’s Ramones, arcade cabinet building, and marriage. But before any of the aforementioned queries can be tackled, a man must have the correct tools to successfully run life’s four-minute mile; in other words what is a man without tools? I’m hardly speaking metaphorically here folks, I don’t mean tools as in knowledge and/or intellectual well roundedness when standing on one of life’s proverbial cross roads. I’m talking about the galvanized and iron foundered tools you buy at the hardware store. Tools that, when used skillfully, posses the power to turn you into the handiest of men.
Today I crossed one of life’s portals, thus leading me into another facet of pseudo-adulthood. Today I maximized an aspect of my life… today I purchased my first complete toolbox, and I’ll point out that this wasn’t a pre-assembled set, no sir! My toolbox was strategically hand picked tool by tool by yours truly. Carefully tailored and designed to cater to any household situations and/or malfunction that may need the attention of variant degrees of brawn, craftiness, and of course tools.
While shopping for said toolbox, I took some things into consideration like; durability, usability, and stainless steel vs. other metals (i.e. When threatening someone with a hand-tool, a stainless steel wrench has more of an effective visual effect than a metal one because of the former’s polished finish. If faced with having to actually carrying out said threat you run the risk losing your tool; a metal wrench has a lower opportunity cost than one made of stainless steel. Conclusion: stainless steel is best for threats and impressing other kin folk, and in comparison metal is more expendable as far as cost go).
Once I had chosen all of my pliers, socket wrenches, and general tool-ery I made my way to the front checkout a paid. As I walked to the car toolbox in-hand, my innards rewarded with the feeling you get when you know you’ve acted efficiently. My gut echoed “John, this was a wise purchase”.
Upon my arrival at the apartment I praised myself for having done well, and proceeded to call family members and friends alike to indirectly inform them of my current status of Toolbox Owner/Craftyman.