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Thursday, November 12, 2009

R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG

Sometimes, a name won't stick in my memory. One such name is Robert Rauschenberg. Matt and I saw the wanktastic White Paintings at the Guggenheim years ago, and were inspired to rip them off by painting white canvases white and hanging them around our house as decor:



Yet still, whenever I start to talk about Rauschenberg to other people, I can't remember his name. So tonight, while driving home from Ekta, I invented a song. Hopefully it will act as a mnemonic. It goes like this:

R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG!
R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG!
HE PAINTED WHITE PAINTINGS.
HE WAS FRIENDS WITH JOHN CAGE.
HE KNEW JASPER JOHNS.
HE ERASED A DRAWING ONCE.
IT'S ART.
R-A-U-S-C-H-E-N-B-E-R-G RAUSCHENBERG!

I think you're supposed to yell it over punk guitars, or maybe intone it over a Casio preset a la Wesley Willis.
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