#krayola

[spiralsalad]

Guess who’s back again~ I was so busy with artfight but now I’m back to normal stuff. Have a color friend gang thing :)

[elizakai]

shhhhhh…. 🤫🧏

(@swiftoutofcontextmitsu) :)

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they walkin

[dtdrawz]

@bad-sanses-smp bssmp!colour here was drawn by @waxysketchd

[howlsofbloodhounds]

I shall spam colorkiller photos on behalf of anon

Hnnnnngggg thank you i love them dearly i have Pinterest boards for them and quotes too

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[bestfrozentreats2]

Hurricane Fighter Plane - Red Krayola

[rastronomicals]

2:34 AM EDT August 5, 2024:

The Red Krayola -   "Hurricane Fighter Plane (Free Form Freakout)" From the album The Parable of Arable Land (1967)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

File under: H-Town Psychedelia

[radiophd]

the red krayola -- magnificence as such

[bandcampsnoop]

4/5/24.

Mayo Thompson is one of those names that you know you know. Sure, I've heard of Mayo Thompson, and it seems like I've heard his work, but I certainly never heard "Corky's Debt To His Father".

Thompson is known for his work in The Red Krayola his work experienced a bit of a renaissance in the 1990s when several musicians in the Chicago music scene - Dan Koretzky, John McEntire, David Grubbs, George Hurley and Jim O'Rourke among many others. Drag City put out new releases from The Red Krayloa and also reissued this amazing LP from 1969.

Many people mention Bob Dylan when discussing "Corky's Debt To His Father". I find that it reminds me more of Ed Askew and Gram Parsons. Sometimes, I get a Ray Davies vibe too.

Thompson has worked with many bands over his career - Pere Ubu, The Chills and Felt are but three. But this album really does have a late 60s psych folk vibe. Thompson currently lives in California.

[spiralsalad]

Petition to rename killer x color to krayola?

[riylcast]

In 1970, Mayo Thompson released his only solo record to date. It's a strange thing to write 50 years later, especially given the Texas-born musician's wildly prolific career as the sole consistent member of the eclectic and enigmatic Red Krayola. Ignored in many circles upon its release, Corky has grown in stature over the decades, which -- much like the Red Krayola -- has achieved the status of cult icon. Thompson has begun playing the album live in recent years, as he chart the course for a potential sequel, half a century later.

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(a continuation of THIS post)

"Colour?" Killer sat up, still woozy. "What the fuck. I thought you were an enderman-" 

He suddenly saw the light from the flames on Colour's sleeve and startled. 

"Your sleeves-" Killer hurried forward, sword forgotten behind him as he tried to reach out and pat the flames out with his hands.

Colour immediately wrenched back out of instinct- his breath almost a choked gasp as he tried to blink away the memory.

"Dont-" 

Killer stopped short, looking back up in surprise. Colour stared at him. Attempting to focus more. 

"Kil..lz?"

The tense lines around Killer's squinted eyes softened at the frightened expression he saw.

"yeah. Yeah, it's me." Killer said. He reached forward again, not quite as fast, but still hurried. "Your arm's on fire-"

Colour refrained from pulling away this time; Only slightly registering Killer's words. Killer's voice calmed his nerves significantly, as his flames faded from pink to teal and green, before flinching when the other patted the flames out.

"g-Gah-"

It felt like fire in his bones erupted at the touch. Though, upon further realization and registering, he looked down to see the damage.

"..ah....."

They both looked down at the slashed bone, blood oozing steadily out of it. Some of it had smeared onto Killer's hands, and he quickly wiped it off against the endstone. It left a bloody smear instead. Killer grimaced.

"How bad is it?" Killer asked, because Colour was the doctor here, not him. "I don't know if I have anything on me to help."

He hurried to pull out all the potions from his inventory. Invisibility. Swiftness. Healing. None of them would work.

Colour sighed shakily, sitting up the best he could, trying to inspect the wound carefully.

"Uh..."

Turning his palm down, he winced

"Ulna is..uh... No longer connected to itself?"

He sighed, trying to wipe some of the blood out of the way, mumbling off-handedly; 'so that's where the blood went..'

At that moment, Killer's head darted back up. He stared at the way only half the bone twisted, the other half unnaturally still. If he pulled now, he could twist it completely off-

"Uh, bandages?" Killer blurted out. He focused back on Colour's face. "Do you- do you have bandages? We can just. wrap it. stop the bleeding."

Colour blinked, looking up at Killer before nodding with a sigh.

"I think i do, if not- it's not too big of a deal- just might hurt for a while."

Killer nodded along, shoulders slumping slightly in relief. It looked horrible. But, maybe that was just the blood making everything look worse.

Colour hummed, refraining from twisting or moving the bone, as he looked for any bandages he had on him

"So..uh. your travels been interesting?" He mumbled idly, while searching. It took Killer a second to register the question.

"My-" Killer’s eyes suddenly snapped open. He stared at Colour in awe.

"...fuck, you really are here." Killer whispered.

Colour stilled his search for a moment, looking back up at Killer.

He couldn't really focus on finding the bandages, finding it unbearable to look away from Killer's.. Relieved? Expression.. His face in general he supposed.

He chuckled a bit bewildered, not at all negatively though.

"Uh.. Yeah I guess?" he said gently. ".. Are you Okay though?"

Killer stayed still, staring wordlessly at Colour.

"You fell into the portal.” Killer said, voice taut. “And then we fought a dragon. And I couldn't find you anywhere during it." A grin suddenly snaked up his face. He laughed, more of a sharp exhale than anything else. "am I okay. Am I okay- Where the Hell did you go?"

"..dr..agon?" Colour silently stared at Killer in confusion. But he didn't want to leave Killer hanging, so he'd shelf that for now.

"Well.. When I fell in, I kind of came face to face with a weird uhm... Tall...... Thing?"

He idly scratched at his skull slightly, humming softly.

"Pretty violent uh creature?.. Fell into what I thought was neverending sky below me after it hit me heh.." Colour said.

 "And I guess hit the ground of one of these ugly coloured islands pretty hard.. Kind of hurt..a  Lot.." Colour grumbled a bit, the memory of the fall bringing some irritation.

"You fell into the void?" Killer exclaimed. A memory surged to his mind immediately.

(He fell, and fell, and fell. Never stopping, just floating endlessly in the cold. No pressure, just Limbs shaped to smooth rounded jelly. No mouth to scream. Did he ever leave-?)

Killer jolted out of his thoughts. He gave Colour another once over.

"...you must be one lucky zombie." He huffed. Then, to ignore the creeping chill he felt, he added, "Don't waste it now by bleeding out. We still need to wrap your arm."

"The Void huh?” Colour looked at Killer quizzically. “Ominous name for infinite up and down.."

Digging through his things, he took out a good enough folded amount of bandage gauze

"Ah- this will do..", Colour hummed, as he looked over his arm, turning it slightly. He bit  back the pain so he could see how he should wrap it. Before working on it carefully.

Colour sighed softly.

"I guess I am pretty lucky huh?"

"Yeah." Killer watched over Colour. It's not like he could tell if Colour was wrapping it wrong or not, but he hovered anyway. "Lucky enough to find me in the middle of nowhere- wait."

Killer suddenly straightened up. He pointed a finger at Colour. "Why the hell did you decide to tackle me? You nearly punched my lights out!"

Colour continued wrapping his arm, not answering him for a few moments, before finishing up with a huff, and tying it off tightly with a yank.

"Well I didn't intend to tackle you, I was an island away with a single, Pearl Thing that I knew could transport me."

Colour narrowed his eyesocket at the other island.

'It's farther than I realized..' He thought to himself, before looking back at Killer

"Trying to get the best aim to not end up falling into the dark again doesn't account for if I'm gonna hit you in the head or not, you know?"

He huffed. Though he seemed on edge, he wasn’t truly mad at Killer.

"Besides, Why wouldn't I punch you? You put a sword to my vertebrae."

Killer frowned.

"I didn't know it was you." He muttered. "I've been getting attacked by endermen jumping out from the fog this whole time. And if you got a pearl from killing one, then you know how fast they come at you."

"True..." Colour hummed, sighing softly.

At the mention of endermen, Killer suddenly felt uneasy. He looked around. His sword laid behind him and he stood to pick it up. Colour's red blood had already started to dry on the blade, along with the dark green enderman blood that coated the rest of the sword. Killer clutched it tightly, finding comfort in the stained metal's weight.

Colour glanced at Killer's uneasy expression, giving the area a once-over as well, before wiping the leftover blood onto the bloody cross of his apron.

"We should probably keep moving.." Colour mumbled, standing up.

He sighed, giving a slight scratch to the edges of his skull- ignoring the way it leaked blood slightly, Just attempting to numb any anxieties he might have.

"I've just been following this tracker." Killer strode back over to Colour, holding up a compass in his other hand. "Stole it from a creep who said it led to Dust. Might not actually lead to him but..."

Killer looked down at the item for a moment, tracing his thumb over Dust's name, engraved on the side.

"I don't want to leave him. Not in this place." He said quietly. "If I can find you, I can find him and Cross."

His hands twitched. He suddenly smiled, laughing bitterly in that quiet, breathy exhale way of his again. "It's not like anyone else is in any shape to do it."

Colour noticed the way Killer looked at the compass...listening to his voice long for his companions in its quiet tone.

"..any lead is better than none, then." He said gently, looking out into the fuzzy vast space of the End.

"You'll find them." he said, firmly, deciding to help Killer at least stay a little stable through his journey.

'I'll keep you company, I promise..'

He said to himself internally.

It wasn't the time to say it.

But Colour knew Killer needed this.

And he was willing to follow and keep the loneliness at arms length for Killer.

Killer looked up at Colour, eyes glowing fiercely. He hung onto his words, feeling the comforting tone soothe some part of his erratic soul.

Colour's coming with him. He's not leaving?

He’s not leaving.

Killer ignored the sudden new wet trail sliding down his cheek.

"...yeah." Killer breathed. "You're right."

He really did breathe then, shutting his eyes and sucking in the static air through his shuddering lungs. When he reopened them, everything felt less loud than it did before, the darkness less imposing. Colour’s flames looked brighter.

"Okay." Killer held out his left hand, the compass switched over to his right. "Let's go."

Colour smiled gently, and took his hand firmly.

'He looks much better when he has a firm goal in mind..'

‘..I’m glad I can help at least a little.’

Colour thought to himself warmly,  as he started to follow Killer on his journey.

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[krisis-krinein]

THE RED KRAYOLA with ART & LANGUAGE

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A-T-3 071 The Red Krayola

Late 1960s Austin psychedelia meets late 1970s London post-punk (call it Experimental, call it Art Rock, just don't call it Progressive) Mayo Thompson of Red Crayola (label mates of perhaps better know Austin psychedelic band The 13th Floor Elevators) moved to England in the 1970s and joined art collective Art & Language. Thompson produced many Rough Trade Records releases between 1979-1981 including pre-pop Scritti Politti, The Raincoats, The Monochrome Set, The Fall, Cabaret Voltaire

This led to the reforming the Red Crayola as The Red Krayola (for legal reasons) with Mayo Thompson leading the band

Black Snakes was The Red Krayola With Art & Language's third studio album. The line-up changed from 1981's Kangaroo?, Epic Soundtracks (A-T-2 182), Lora Logic (ex-X-Ray Specs), and Gina Birch (The Raincoats) had all left. The Black Snakes line-up keeps Ben Annesley (Essential Logic), Pere Ubu's Allen Ravenstine (Mayo Thompson had joined Pere Ubu in 1980 when their new band sign to Rough Trade) the new member is Chris Taylor (of Gong)

The Red Krayola With Art & Language - The Sloths

The Red Krayola With Art & Language - Hedges

Red Krayola put out 1983 Three Songs on a Trip to the United States, it's a short album by Thompson and Ravenstine (both now in Pere Ubu) with the re-addition of Jesse Chamberlain on drums. Chamberlain had played on Art & Language's debut record as well as Red Krayola's return under the leadership of Mayo Thompson Soldier-Talk (most of the live tracks on Three Songs on a Trip to the United States are from the Soldier-Talk era, recorded in Cologne, Germany, 28th August 1983). Chamberlain had been drummer for The Necessaries (A-T-2 238) and backed Elliot Murphy on the albums Murph The Surf and Milwaukee

Red Krayola - California Girl

Red Krayola - Disipline live version of the track from Soldier-Talk

Red Krayola - Caribbean Postcard

Red Krayola - X live version of the track from Soldier-Talk

Lizzie Borden's feminist sci-fi movie Born In Flames is released in 1983. It gets it's name from The Red Crayola's 1980 single (written by Art & Language, performed by the same line-up as Kangaroo?), is also used in the movie