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tracking a character name through television and film…

Lawrence Tierney as Dougy Madden...

Douglas ‘Dougie’ North Williams LeClair (“Days of Our Lives” (1965), Mikey Martin)

Douglas (Douglas (1970), Rolv Wesenlund)

Doug (“One Day at a Time” (1975), Greg Evigan)

Doug (The Last Song (1980) (TV), Kene Holliday)

Doug (“Family Ties” (1982), Crispin Glover)

Dougie (“Family Ties” (1982), Joseph Gordon-Levitt)

Dougie Turnball (“Taggart” (1983), Joe Mullaney)

Doug McKenzie (Strange Brew (1983), Dave Thomas)

Doug (Friday the 13th: The Final Chapter (1984), Peter Barton)

Dougie Slade (“EastEnders” (1985), John Bowler)

Dougy Madden (Tough Guys Don’t Dance (1987), Lawrence Tierney)

Doug (Secret Admirer (1985), Courtney Gains)

Doug (The Hills Have Eyes Part II (1985), Martin Speer)

Doug (“The Adventures of Superboy” (1988), Barry Cutler)

Dougie (“Rab C. Nesbitt” (1988), Charlie Sim)

Dougie (Saturday Night at the Palace (1988), Arnold Vosloo)

Doug (“Snoops” (1989), Adam Silbar)

Doug (“Coach” (1989), James Carroll Jordan)

Dougie Milford (“Twin Peaks” (1990), Tony Jay)

Doug (Jacob’s Ladder (1990), Brian Tarantina)

Doug (“Home Improvement” (1991), George DelHoyo)

Dougie Franklin (“The Red Green Show” (1991), Ian Thomas)

Douglas ‘Doug’ Yancy Funnie (“Doug” (1991), Billy West)

Doug (Dead Again (1991), Campbell Scott)

Douglas (Terminator 2: Judgment Day (1991), Ken Gibbel)

Dougie Boudreau (“Grace Under Fire” (1993), Walter Olkewicz)

Dougie (What About Me (1993), Dee Dee Ramone)

Doug (Six Degrees of Separation (1993), J.J. Abrams)

Dougie (“The Tales of Para Handy” (1994), Sean Scanlan)

Doug (“Friends” (1994), Sam McMurray)

Dougie (“Caroline in the City” (1995), Jonathan Slavin)

Doug (“Relativity” (1996), Adam Goldberg)

Dougy Flynn (“Safe and Sound” (1996), Sean McGinley)

Doug Thompson (Happy Gilmore (1996), Dennis Dugan)

Doug (“Bloomin’ Marvellous” (1997), Tim Preece)

Doug (“Charmed” (1998), Allen Cutler)

Doug MacCreadie (“All Saints” (1998), Samuel Atwell)

Doug (“Time of Your Life” (1999), Scott Rinker)

Dougie Raymond (“The Vice” (1999), Marc Warren)

Doug (“What About Joan” (2000), Aaron Himelstein)

Douglas (“Still Standing” (2002), Samm Levine)

Dougie (“Mile High” (2003), Steve Bennett)

Dougie Taylor (“New Tricks” (2003), Steve Speirs)

Douglas (“1-800-Missing” (2003), Adam MacDonald)

Doug (The School of Rock (2003), Chris Stack)

Douglas (Douglas (2003), Joe Cronin)

Doug (The Grudge (2004), Jason Behr)

Doug (“My Name Is Earl” (2005), Jonathan Slavin)

Doug (“Grey’s Anatomy” (2005), Gary Hershberger)

Doug (“How I Met Your Mother” (2005), Nicholas Roget-King)

Doug (“The Bad Girl’s Guide” (2005), Christopher Gartin)

Doug (“‘Til Death” (2006), Timm Sharp)

Doug (“Men in Trees” (2006), Daryl Shuttleworth)

Doug (“Windfall” (2006), Joel Geist)

Doug (“The Singles Table” (2006), Jordan Belfi)

Doug (“The Minor Accomplishments of Jackie Woodman” (2006), Johann Urb)

Doug (“Kyle XY” (2006), Jeffrey Ballard)

Douglas (“The IT Crowd” (2006), Matt Berry)

Doug (The Devil Wears Prada (2006), Rich Sommer)

Doug (The Lake House (2006), Scott Elias)

Doug (The Ex (2006), Bob Stephenson)

Doug (Alone with Her (2006), Colin Hanks)

Dougie (Delirious (2006), Teddy Eck)

Douglas (Babel (2006), Trevor Martin)

Doug (“The Flight of the Conchords” (2007), David Costabile)

Doug (“Skins” (2007), Giles Thomas)

Dougie (“Carpoolers” (2007), Tim Peper)

Dougie (“Satisfaction” (2007), Matt Boesenberg)

Dougie (“True Dare Kiss” (2007), Nick Fletcher)

Dougie Ellington (“Party Animals” (2007), Terence Harvey)

Douglas (The Dinner Party (2007) (TV), Jamie Campbell Bower)

Doug (King of California (2007), Paul Lieber)

Doug (The Reaping (2007), David Morrissey)

Doug (“Never Better” (2008), Christopher Fairbank)

Doug (“The Starter Wife” (2008), James Sie)

Doug (“Valentine” (2008), Nick Ballard)

Dougie Jackson (“The Border” (2008), Nicholas Campbell)

Doug (3 Days Gone (2008) (V), Patrick J. Adams)

Doug (Max Payne (2008), Maxwell McCabe-Lokos)

Doug (Vicky Cristina Barcelona (2008), Chris Messina)

Doug (Extreme Movie (2008), Steven Christopher Parker)

Douglas (Train Master (2008), Noah Smith)

Doug (“Cougar Town” (2009), Ryan Biegel)

Douglas (“Trauma” (2009), Tim Kniffin)

Dug (Dug’s Special Mission (2009) (V), Bob Peterson)

Doug (Spring Breakdown (2009), Jonathan Sadowski)

Doug (Etienne! (2009), Jeremiah Turner)

Doug (I Love You, Man (2009), Thomas Lennon)

Doug Billings (The Hangover (2009), Justin Bartha)

Doug (The Booby Trap (2009), Tyler Porter)

Douglas (Where the Wild Things Are (2009), Chris Cooper)

Douglas (Waving at Trains (2009), Pete Postlethwaite)

Dougie Rogerson (8 Weeks After El Crazitan (2009), Shane Dunlop)

Doug (Elevator Girl (2010) (TV), Benton Jennings)

Douglas (“Just William” (2010), Edward Piercy)

Douglas (“Parenthood” (2010), Adam Harrington)

Douglas (“Lip Service” (2010), Anthony Strachan)

Dougie Boden (Cemetery Junction (2010), Stephen Merchant)

Dougie Vollero (Killers (2010), Ric Reitz)

Douglas (The Other Guys (2010), Zach Woods)

Douglas (Douglas (2010) (V), Raymond McAnally)

Doug (“Good Dog” (2011), Jason Weinberg)

Doug (“A Little Bit Of Heaven”) (2011), Johann Urb)

Doug (A Thousand Kisses Deep (2011), Jonathan Slinger)

Doug (Love Birds (2011), Rhys Darby)

Doug Whitney (“The Increasingly Poor Decisions of Todd Margaret” (2011), Spike Jonze)

Dougie (Bridesmaids (2011), Tim Heidecker)



new work by David Kramer opens this wednesday..!


When asked the proverbial question, “Is the glass half full or half empty?” David Kramer’s response is something along the lines of: “Why? Don’t we have any more?”
David Kramer makes art work that tells jokes and stories or creates visual puns all asking similar types of proverbial questions and then questioning why the stock answers never quite seems to fit. Using advertisements and lifestyle magazine images, often from his youth in the 1970’s, Kramer is on an eternal mission looking for clues as to the whereabouts of the “Good Life” and the American Dream often depicted in these pages. His own proverbial questions often shape up to questions of why hasn’t his own life lived up to the promises doledout by both Hollywood and Madison Avenue.

A boozy humor is at the center of Kramer’s work. He laughs at his own eternal optimism. He steadfastly plows forward, cataloging the good life and sprinkling on top of it his singular brand of humorous copyright which often sells the viewer on the joke that he knows we are all by now “in” on. The joke that the American Dream seems to be maybe not much more than just a dream, and that all of the rumors about the mighty American will to succeed has maybe turned the page to a more lazy and tempered success story. The Hollywood ending is better off left to Hollywood and forgotten a soon as the lights go on and we leave the theater.

For this exhibition, The Hangover, Too, his first with Mulherin + Pollard, Kramer has built a wine bar into the gallery surrounded with his paintings drawings and sculptures from the past year. The wine bar is part joke about the lamenting and whining artist who spends his time drinking away his valuable time medicating his state, and also a reference to what Kramer sees as the only viable industry left in the American cannon: building theme park type places of recreation to distract ourselves from the business at hand, to sustain the greatness and promise that this country continues to boast of long after the flame has turned to a flicker.

Also on view is a sculpture, Mexico City Highway, a miniature stretch of roadway that passes through the Favela. Kramer has provided in the sculpture a roadside billboard, which depicts an image of an obviously white couple of models feeding each other chocolates. A scene which he has translated from his own trip to Mexico City this year, where he saw a society that has learned to accept the idea that the riches of a nation could be rationed into the hands of a few while the masses are left to only desire what they are allowed to see in advertisements, but my never own themselves.

David Kramer was born in New York City where he currently lives with his wife Susan Mitchell, and their son Martin. He has exhibited widely around North America and Europe, including recent one person shows at Armand Bartos Fine Art (Seems like We’ve Down This Road Before: A survey of works 1987-2010) 2010, Aeroplastics Contemporary, Brussels (If you really Want Me To Go Away, Just Give Me What I Want…) 2010, and with Galerie Laurent Godin , Paris (…Because I Am Not Richard Prince) 2010. He is currently a Special Editions resident at the Lower Eastside Print Shop in NYC.


more images of David Kramer’s work here

David Kramer “The Hangover…Too”  9.7-10.2.11 @ Mulherin + Pollard 187 Chrystie Street, NYC

opening 9.7 wednesday 6-9 pm…


on Jack’s imaginary world of sport…


Almost all his life Jack Kerouac had a hobby that even close friends and fellow Beats like Allen Ginsberg and William S. Burroughs never knew about. He obsessively played a fantasy baseball game of his own invention, charting the exploits of made-up players like Wino Love, Warby Pepper, Heinie Twiett, Phegus Cody and Zagg Parker, who toiled on imaginary teams named either for cars (the Pittsburgh Plymouths and New York Chevvies, for example) or for colors (the Boston Grays and Cincinnati Blacks).

He collected their stats, analyzed their performances and, as a teenager, when he played most ardently, wrote about them in homemade newsletters and broadsides. He even covered financial news and imaginary contract disputes. During those same teenage years, he also ran a fantasy horse-racing circuit, complete with illustrated tout sheets and racing reports. He created imaginary owners, imaginary jockeys, imaginary track conditions.

All these “publications,” some typed, some handwritten and often pasted into old-fashioned composition notebooks, are now part of the Jack Kerouac Archive at the Berg Collection of the New York Public Library. The curator, Isaac Gewirtz, has just written a 75-page book about them, “Kerouac at Bat: Fantasy Sports and the King of the Beats,” to be published next week by the library and available, at least for now, only in its gift shop.

Mr. Gewirtz said recently that he had included much of the fantasy material in a 2007 Kerouac exhibition he mounted at the library, and had planned to add a chapter about the fantasy sports in the catalogue but ran out of space. “I’m glad I waited,” he said, “because it forced me to go into it all in much more depth.”

Among other things, Mr. Gewirtz has learned that Kerouac played an early version of the baseball game in his backyard in Lowell, Mass., hitting a marble with a nail, or possibly a toothpick, and noting where it landed. By 1946, when Kerouac was 24, he had devised a set of cards with precise verbal descriptions of various outcomes (“slow roller to ss,” for example), depending on the skill levels of the pitcher and batter. The game could be played using cards alone, but Mr. Gewirtz thinks that more often Kerouac determined the result of a pitch by tossing some sort of projectile at a diagramed chart on the wall. In 1956 he switched to a new set of cards, which used hieroglyphic symbols instead of descriptions. Carefully preserved inside plastic folders at the library, they now look as mysterious as runes.

The horse-racing game was played by rolling marbles and a silver ball bearing down a tilted Parcheesi board, using a starting gate made of toothpicks. Apparently, the ball bearing traveled faster than the marbles, some of which were intentionally nicked to indicate equine fragility and mortality. So the ball bearing became the nearly invincible horse Repulsion, “King of the Turf,” whose legendary speed and stamina are celebrated in Kerouac’s racing sheets.

A byline that frequently appears in the racing sheets and the baseball newsletters is “Jack Lewis,” an Anglicization of Kerouac’s French first name, Jean-Louis. Jack Lewis, you learn from a careful reading of the sheets, is also a “noted turf luminary,” an owner and trainer who happens to be married to a wealthy breeder and whose 15-year-old son, Tad, is “expected to become a greater jockey than his immortal dad.” In baseball, Jack Lewis is a scribe and the publisher of Jack Lewis’s Baseball Chatter, and he appears occasionally both as a player and a manager.

That Kerouac, growing up in Lowell in the 1920s and ’30s, would turn out to be sports-obsessed is not much of a surprise. His father was a serious racing fan who for a while supplemented his income by printing racing forms for local tracks. Kerouac himself was a good enough athlete to be recruited by Frank Leahy, then the football coach at Boston College. He picked Columbia instead, because he was already dreaming of becoming a writer and thought New York was the place to start.

And that Kerouac had an active fantasy life hardly distinguishes him from other teenage boys. What’s remarkable about his fantasy games, however, is their elaborateness and detail. The players all have distinct histories and personalities. A single season could last 40 or 50 games, with an All-Star game and a World Series, all painstakingly documented.

In an introduction to “Kerouac at Bat,” Mr. Gewirtz suggests that Kerouac was trying, in part, to escape the pain and confusion he suffered from the death of his older brother, Gerard, when Gerard was 9 and Kerouac just 4. But whether he knew it or not, the creation and documentation of fantasy worlds were ideal training for a would-be author.

The prose in Kerouac’s various publications mostly imitates the overheated, epithet-studded sportswriting of the day. “It was partly homage,” Mr. Gewirtz said, “and perhaps partly parody, but every now and then an original phrase leaps out.” For example, the description of a hitter who “almost drove Charley Fiskell, Boston’s hot corner man, into a shambled heap in the last game with his sizzling drives through the grass.

Mr. Gewirtz said, “I really like that ‘shambled heap.’ ” Another description he enjoys is one of an overpowering pitcher who after defeating the opposition by a lopsided score “smiled wanly.”

Kerouac wrote his last baseball account, two mock United Press International reports, in 1958, but he continued to play the game and to tinker with its formulas, making them more realistic, until just a year or two before his death in 1969. His friend the poet Philip Whalen was probably the only one of the Beats who was familiar with this side of Kerouac.

“I don’t think the others knew,” Mr. Gewirtz said. “Or if they did, they didn’t learn it from Kerouac. I think he was worried they might think it childish.” But in Mr. Gewirtz’s view Kerouac’s interest in playing and writing about this self-contained imaginary world goes a long way toward dispelling the familiar criticism of him as less a writer than a sort of inspired typist.

“I think Kerouac had a photographic memory — a visual photographic memory,” he said. “These games were real to him: he saw them in his head, where he was able to store everything. To me it’s another indication of the kind of mind that allowed him to be the writer he was.”

(NY TIMES  5.15.09)

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