Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. We beg you, internet, forgive us for our prolonged absence from the sublime world of bloggery. We have cool stuff to show you. Read more…
Frown Town is a patchwork quilt of secondhand garbage. Not only are the puppets physically constructed from used gear, but the characters and ideas that underpin it all are cobbled together from quirks and fragments collected elsewhere. Does that paint us as a pair of pernicious plagiarists? That depends on your poetics. T.S. Elliot, for one, has got our back: “The poet’s mind is in fact a receptacle for seizing and storing up numberless feelings, phrases, images, which remain there until all the particles which can unite to form a new compound are present together.” True for poets, true for puppeteers. Read more…
Since the puppets’ heads are too large to pull shirts over, they had to be dressed before they could be capitated. Well, the time for capitation has come. Read more…
It’s been a bi-polar week or two here at Frown Town HQ. Phauntleroy’s inaugural run made clear a fundamental design flaw undermining the entire ’stillborn fetus in a jar puppet’ operation. While steps are being taken to work around this failing, the rest of the puppets are finally coming together. Read more…
Striving as always to maintain peak physical condition, I spent this past weekend working on my biceps. Well, not mine so much as Doogan’s. Actually, if I’m being honest, Andy and I mostly just had a Twin Peaks marathon and got drunk in the yard. But at least I’ve got some massive foam monster arms to show for all that exertion. Read more…
Phauntleroy’s finally finished! Almost. Mostly. Not really. Never mind. Read more…
When last we saw our fetus friend he was a wee foam doll and not much more. It’s taken longer than expected — which is to be expected — but I’ve finally got the little guy kicking. Read more…
Having a whole shelf of children’s heads, whether they’re puppets or not, is a bit creepy. It’s about time the little urchins got bodies of their own. Read more…
At long last the puppet children’s heads — hopefully the most time consuming element of production — are finished. From snot drips and braces to sunglasses and coonskin caps, the kids are primed to party from the neck up. Take a gander. Go on. Read more…
