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G Stop Graffiti Watch #2
It has been much longer than I intended since G Stop Graffiti Watch #1...
But things have been busy. Ben and I haven't made it back to the practice space except for once, and that was a number of days ago, so the recon from that night could be obsolete anyway. NEVERTHELESS, we press on in our examination of the graffiti lacing (and NOT lacing) the Greenpoint Avenue G Stop! We shall not rest until... ah shit, we'll probably rest sometime. In the meantime, here's what we found:
Of the three nearly adjacent ads that were BEGGING for the phallic graffiti we all know and love, none of them had been defaced in that fashion. The Wedding Crashers ad was been hit the worst overall:
Of the numerous phrases etched in red marker, this was my favorite:
He sure was, Owen. And yet, Vince Vaughn's crotch remains unenhanced by the minds of our graffiti artists!
The ad with the most phallic-graffiti potential, for Comedy Central's obvious Chappelle-substitute "The Mind of Mencia," was hit only once:
...while these two prime spots remain untouched:
Come on! A single pair of devil horns without so much as a scratch anywhere else?! Our juvenile masters of the Sharpie are slipping. Now, I hear what you're saying... and no, I will not engage in subway graffiti myself! I am merely here to encourage, observe and comment.
The third of the three initial potentials, MSN's Beyonce ad, had been flat-out replaced:
It's at least nice to see it got a little bit of graffiti attention, but nothing with any point... just meaningless pen scratches. How sad.
Disappointed by the lack of activity on the original three ads, we ventured elsewhere in the station. Our man Psych was obviously there at some point recently, as he (although technically it could have been anyone, but we like to believe it was Psych himself) was engaged in a war of words with an anonymous (and grammar-challenged) heckler:
Always courteous, that Psych. Kill them with kindness, man. That's how you'll win.
The most interesting (or at least mind-boggling) entry of recent note graced an MTA public service announcement:
Ben and I pondered it while waiting for our train to whisk us away, until next time... at the G Stop...
*****N*T*G*****
Never hesitate to comment!
But things have been busy. Ben and I haven't made it back to the practice space except for once, and that was a number of days ago, so the recon from that night could be obsolete anyway. NEVERTHELESS, we press on in our examination of the graffiti lacing (and NOT lacing) the Greenpoint Avenue G Stop! We shall not rest until... ah shit, we'll probably rest sometime. In the meantime, here's what we found:
Of the three nearly adjacent ads that were BEGGING for the phallic graffiti we all know and love, none of them had been defaced in that fashion. The Wedding Crashers ad was been hit the worst overall:
Of the numerous phrases etched in red marker, this was my favorite:
He sure was, Owen. And yet, Vince Vaughn's crotch remains unenhanced by the minds of our graffiti artists!
The ad with the most phallic-graffiti potential, for Comedy Central's obvious Chappelle-substitute "The Mind of Mencia," was hit only once:
...while these two prime spots remain untouched:
Come on! A single pair of devil horns without so much as a scratch anywhere else?! Our juvenile masters of the Sharpie are slipping. Now, I hear what you're saying... and no, I will not engage in subway graffiti myself! I am merely here to encourage, observe and comment.
The third of the three initial potentials, MSN's Beyonce ad, had been flat-out replaced:
It's at least nice to see it got a little bit of graffiti attention, but nothing with any point... just meaningless pen scratches. How sad.
Disappointed by the lack of activity on the original three ads, we ventured elsewhere in the station. Our man Psych was obviously there at some point recently, as he (although technically it could have been anyone, but we like to believe it was Psych himself) was engaged in a war of words with an anonymous (and grammar-challenged) heckler:
Always courteous, that Psych. Kill them with kindness, man. That's how you'll win.
The most interesting (or at least mind-boggling) entry of recent note graced an MTA public service announcement:
Ben and I pondered it while waiting for our train to whisk us away, until next time... at the G Stop...
*****N*T*G*****
Never hesitate to comment!
posted by JMP at 5:30 PM
2 Comments:
You think that guy on the side of the train is the same guy who jumped into the net at Yankee Stadium last night? Boy, does he have a death wish!!
That's hard to say... I don't think the Yankee Stadium jumper had the Weezer "W" on his back.
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