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P-Funk Album Cover Artist Pedro Bell Broke, Selling Art

Anybody who’s followed the exploits of the Parliament-Funkadelic crew over the years knows that the inner shenanigans are more strange than fiction. So this news about seminal cover artist Pedro Bell is not exactly new or surprising information. I hired Pedro Bell years ( I mean eons) ago as a cartoonist for a magazine. At the time, TV writer David Mills was doing a P-Funk- inspired zine that featured Pedro’s work also. To say that it was not an easy thing to coordinate both deadlines and payments is putting it mildly. Pedro was legally blind then, worked only through a third party, and I seem to remember writing money orders to some woman with a nickname like “Moonshine” or something similar. It’s all fuzzy now, but it was always fascinating and the work was spectacular. But yeah, on the business thing, this is not a surprise at all. Nevertheless, he needs support and whatever works out to facilitate that support, we should all help out. His work set a milestone in black music culture and helped us all imagine a world “out of our constrictions”.

From the Chicago Sun Times

Artist behind Parliament Funkadelic art struggles to get by
Chicago’s Pedro Bell was the artist behind some of music’s most iconic album covers. Now his life is anything but a pretty picture.

BY KARA SPAK Staff Reporter/kspak@suntimes.com

Thick dust covers the gold lame shirt and silver leather coat in Pedro Bell’s closet.

The clothes are remnants from a brighter time when Bell, a rainbow Afro wig on his head and platform shoes on his feet, strutted through Chicago as a charter member of the ’70s funk revolution whose sound is heavily sampled in rap songs today.

“It was psychedelic from a black perspective,” Bell said.

Bell, 59, designed the cover art for more than two dozen George Clinton and the Parliament Funkadelic albums. Under the name Sir Lleb (Bell backward), he wrote the albums’ liner notes, peppering them with cartoonish drawings, clever puns and names like “Thumpasaurus” and “Funkapus” that remain synonymous with Clinton’s music.

“George Clinton gets a lot of credit for the conceptual dimension of P-Funk, but actually Pedro Bell was a big part of that with his texts and imagery,” said Pan Wendt, co-curator of a gallery exhibition in Toronto called “Funkaesthetics” which featured Bell’s work.

Now, as Bell’s art receives increased recognition in the art world, the artist struggles to survive.

Almost totally blind, Bell can’t see the dim hallways of the Hyde Park Arms, the shabby SRO he calls home. His ankle is swollen from a wound that won’t heal. He receives dialysis three times a week because severe hypertension damaged his kidneys. He recently beat an eviction order on a court technicality.

And despite the commercial success of Clinton’s music, Bell said he didn’t profit from it.

He’s broke.

“He should be well-taken care of,” said his younger brother Maillo Tsuru, who has been flying back and forth from his Denver home to help his brother find affordable assisted living. “He has work that is very famous.”

Bell first heard George Clinton and the Parliament Funkadelic on the 1970s underground Chicago radio station Triad, he said.

“I found the record company and sent a letter and said I wanted to do stuff,” he said.

He started designing concert posters and playbills for the group’s Chicago performances, then branched out into national press kits and promotional material.

Clinton asked him to do the artwork for his 1973 album “Cosmic Slop.” During most of his collaboration with Clinton, Bell worked jobs as a postal worker, security guard and for an auto parts manufacturer.

Despite the day jobs, he lived the funk philosophy, popularized in the music of Clinton, Sly Stone and Funkadelic member Bootsy Collins. Their creed was “free your mind and the rest will follow” and “when you’re going down you’re still up,” Bell said.

“We believed where the funk was going to take us,” he said. “We’ve got philosophy to back up the music.”

Museum of Contemporary Art curator Dominic Molon featured Bell’s work in his traveling exhibit “Sympathy for the Devil: Art and Rock ‘n’ Roll since 1967.”

“They looked somewhere beyond to find alternatives to the kind of weak realities of African-American life in the ’60s and ’70s,” Molon said of Bell and Clinton’s collaboration.

Wendt noted that Bell’s creations weren’t meant to be “high art.”

“They were business, they were funny, part of life, meant to be spread around widely and shared,” he said.

He says he thinks Bell’s original paintings, stored at a friend’s house, are worth “a lot of money for sure.”

Bell said he thought his involvement in the funk movement would sustain him beyond a falling-out he had with Clinton more than 15 years ago. Clinton’s agents did not respond to requests for comment.

“We really believed that if we [did] this, we’d be able to support ourselves,” Bell said.

Bell’s financial situation, though, is increasingly bleak.

“We’re just looking for collectors at this point,” Tsuru said. “There’s no reason a world-class artist shouldn’t have patrons.”

The Plight of the Steelers Fan

I live two blocks from Solider Field and just down the street from where this incident allegedly happened and I have to tell you, after seeing so many rabid Steelers fans boldly and dumbly boasting and telling through my solid Bears supporter neighborhood, I bet this guys absolutely right about getting poisoned - and he should feel lucky that was all.

From HuffPo:

A Pittsburgh man in town to watch the Steelers play in September says he had to be rushed to the hospital on the verge of death after accepting a drink from a Bears fan.

Police are investigating whether Zack Heddinger was drugged or whether his drink was spiked at Kitty O’Shea’s bar where he and some friends went after watching the Steelers lose to the Bears 14-17 at Soldier Field Sept. 20.

Heddinger said he doesn’t remember exactly what happened, except that he accepted a drink from a Bears fan after an argument.

“Basically, I guess, my buddies had gotten into an altercation and they offered a drink as a peacemaker from what I understand,” Heddinger told ABC 4 Pittsburgh.

Not long after, he says, his friends had to rush him to the hospital. Heddinger could not see and his heart stopped and had to be restarted four times.

At first, doctors thought he had had too much to drink, but eventually they feared something more nefarious was at work, perhaps antifreeze or toxic grain alcohol.

Metropolitan Home Magazine to Fold in December

If we digital people are supposed to have some degree of glee about the death of print then I can’t join that chorus. Once again I’m stunned and saddened by the loss of yet another of my favorites - Metropolitan Home. And just when I was moving out of my Darryl Carter-influenced “New Traditional” phase into things a little more modern. What will my wife cut out and take to Restoration Hardware now?

Why Colson Whitehead is My Favorite Writer These Days

Because of Tweets like these:

“Looking at half the paintings in the Louvre, it’s like “Who died?” Then you go “Oh right - Jesus”

“Kids movie sold out, took 5 yr old daughter to ‘Precious - in 3D.’ Loved it. Great effects, story. Abuse flies off screen

Ethelbert Miller on The Fort Hood Shooting

MAN WITH HOOD: What are we wearing these days? Nothing goes well with blood.

Sadness will mix with anger again. Soldiers killed by fellow soldiers is never easy to accept. This isn’t friendly fire. It’s not a mistake - but what is it? Look for the media to fan the flames or not ask the right questions. Notice how after Ft. Hood we begin to suspect the air around Virginia Tech must have a virus. Notice also how it doesn’t matter if you’re a U.S. citizen but your features and accent says you’re from somewhere else. Folks will once again blame things on Islam - oh boy! If you look like a Muslim or have a Muslim name - duck and cover again. If you’re Palestinian you won’t get any breaks. Folks won’t even want to give you a uniform now. How can you discuss land?

So this is our inheritance as Americans. We struggle daily to live together and understand one another. We still see people as belonging to groups - even though the big group is American.

Oh, and someone will complain about guns - but we can’t take away guns from soldiers. Can we?
Oh, and so the gunman is alive and not dead. Will we ever hear his story? Will his friends talk about how kind and gentle he was? Do we ever know our friends? What secrets do we all have?
How many of us are living on the edge?

It’s going to be strange to ask a psychiatrist for answers, when the gunman is also playing by the book.

After the days - we will fail to see the families forever destroyed. What scars must they try to love?

There are no easy answers.  We just need to be strong enough to avoid the easy lies.  — Ethelbert

Black and White People Furniture

My Moment with Iron Mike

By now a little bit of everybody has a Mike Tyson in person story. My sister-in-law has one where he grabbed her butt, but I wasn’t an eyewitness. Here’s mine for whatever it’s worth.

So back in my Jesse Jackson press aide days, the boss gets a call from the show “A Different World” to do a guest appearance as a lecturer at the fictional Hillman College. We go to the set early so I can drill the Rev. on his lines, and who’s there hanging around the dressing rooms but the then recent champion, Mike Tyson.

I strike up a conversation with Kadeem Hardison and find out that Mike is a constant presence on the set, driving up in his Ferrari, asking everybody if they want a ride and letting people drive. Basically being not a complete pest, but an interesting and quizzical distraction, something I imagine happens in Hollywood a lot.

So inevitably Mike comes up to Jackson’s dressing room to talk to us and the guy is (drumroll) - brilliant. He starts talking about the boxing films he watches and is analyzing not just the fight skills but the mental acuity of every fighter he mentions - Patterson, Louis, Schmelling. It’s amazing, My jaw was open the whole time. He seemed like just the big overgrown kid in a first grade classroom who just needed a friend.

Then Jesse hit him up for money, and I tuned out after that…  So much for my story.

Tyson (and Holyfield ) on Oprah

One of the toughest adjustments being a Dad of young kids is that I don’t get to the movies much anymore - unless they have talking animals in them. So it was until recently that I caught the movie, TYSON, on pay-per-view. I watched it with two women who I expected to ask me to shut it off after a few minutes. But we were all riveted. It was, in a word, fascinating. Morality play, character study, portrait of a beast, a public cry for help - it was all those things at once. By the end you have to at least feel for the guy.

I guess Oprah saw it too. What else would lead her, at this moment, to have Tyson on? Now she’s having Tyson and Holyfield on together, something I was hoping never to see. I saw that fight and I think Holyfield was completely in the wrong. If you’ve ever been head-butted, you have to think that an ear bite for a head butt is a pretty fair trade if you’re going to fight dirty. A bitten ear might hurt but head to head trauma can blind you, render you incapacitated or, indeed, kill you.

I’m just hoping that if this is a bartered apology, that the apology is mutual.

King Kids Agree to Disagree

After more than 14 hours of discussion, the heirs of the Rev. Martin Luther King Jr. reached a settlement late Monday that will keep the family from a public jury trial.

Martin Luther King III, Bernice King and Dexter King had aired their grievances in open court for more than a year. The siblings began negotiations Monday morning as the threat loomed of a civil trial that was expected to reveal personal and financial details about King Inc.

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