Andy Whorehall : humor : i hate art : music : design : monologues : my home town is funny : women are amazing but they are logically wrong : photos of garbage : things my friends say

Domestic People… are the perfect subject matter for creating. Stop & listen to them talk in public somewhere about their kids & grocery list items. They’re far more interesting from a distance & less likely to believe or stay interested in up close. Continue reading

A Decade-End Roast.

Part 1:  Imagine this, a decade end dinner party where I invite all of my fake facebook friends, some naughty clients & people with vowels on the end of their last names who think I’m foolishly related to them.

Well well well.  Here we are.  Another decade in the dumpster. This marks the first in a series of ‘best of decade’ thoughts I’ve accumulated to share with anyone that cares.  The origin of this piece began as a roast to all my fake facebook friends.  It received many comments, alienated a few people who like to call me their friend, and made some new friends, mainly women desperate and daring enough to try and figure me out.  As if warning them ahead of time with best of words and thoughts wasn’t enough. Some may call it humor, but it’s serious. Continue reading

15 would really be cheating the amount of reasons, events, and stories connecting all of these albums as very important life puzzle pieces. Continue reading

A burial grounds for boyhood dreams.
A never empty respirator for hope.
An empty keg for drunks.
Wrigley Field.

I wrote the Hall of Fame legend about 3 years ago to ask him a few questions about litter, baseball, and a’Merica. This is the reply below I’ve been waiting for from the great Atlanta Braves & Dodgers pitcher. Continue reading

Call this the first one in a line of many more to come. Static, buzz, pop goes your balloon. Everyone and anyone making noise and causing chit chat to become decipherable will be getting there own article, essay, monologue, poem or a do-over. This isn’t baseball but there’s still some rules of the game to follow. Names and places may be changed to protect the privacy of the anyone that dares call me friend without thinking twice about the things said and done in front of me. Continue reading