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This velvet Elvis is terrible.

EDIT: I am a velvet painter... so I am obviously a super expert of the highest order.
 
Gotta ask...are the dispensers anchored down somehow, or just a bump away from tragedy?

The ones all lined up close together are in stands I made and are strapped in with elastic bands. The free standing ones are free standing and periodically get knocked over but there aren't to many of those.

This velvet Elvis is terrible.

So what are you saying?
 
All of this Pez talk... I have to post this...

Its my painting of my head on a Pez dispenser, and a bunch of other Pez on the bottom (its not actually my head, but it looks(looked) exactly like me)... its a long story how I came to own this

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(Yes, I know the DK sideart is way too low... it was like that when I got it and I can't bring myself to remove it, its in nice shape).
 
Tell us the story. We have time.

OK I've got time too… but I just said it was a long story, it may not be a particularly interesting one…

Back in the late 90's I was living with 6 friends in a large house in Ft Lee NJ. I went to get the mail one day, and while flipping thru I came across this postcard…

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Well, I didn't understand what I was seeing… because it was a postcard of a Pez dispenser with my head on it. This looked just like me circa 1998 (the beard has gone pretty grey since). I flipped it over and saw that it was an ad for a local artist at a gallery in Hoboken NJ. Apparently this was a self-portrait multimedia piece of art that was one of the items being shown at his show. I thought it was just about the most excellent thing ever… having a postcard with my head on a Pez dispenser, so I hung it in a place of prominence (my refrigerator) and pretty much forgot about it.

Fast forward about 6 years. I'm now living on my own and the postcard has made the trip with me. The girl I was dating at the time took it on herself to track this artist down… she contacts him… asks if he still has the painting. Sure enough he does, and it's for sale. $500 is what he's looking to get. She tells me and I'm like "Sold!". She sets the deal up, and we take a drive down to Hoboken one Saturday morning to buy this thing. I get there and tell her "Listen, just go and buy this thing… Don't tell the guy that I want it because I think it looks like me and I'm getting it as a goof. The guy is an artist and I'm not looking to make a mockery of his work". So what does she do? Runs right upstairs and tells the guy that her boyfriend wants the painting because he thinks it looks just like him. Next thing I know my cell phone is ringing… it's her and she tells me that the guy won't sell the painting unless I come up and meet him.

Turns out the guy is very cool. We took a picture of the two of us with the painting (the painting, although a self-portrait, looked a lot more like me than like him if you ask me). He got a real kick out of the story and how I had been sitting on that postcard for years and years. Plus I'm sure the $500 didn't hurt.

I've had it ever since. It hung in my living room directly above my couch for years… until I met my wife. She wasn't having that… so now it hangs in my bar/gameroom.

As an aside, I came very close to getting this tattooed on me. In fact, I'm still considering it.

There you go.
 
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I think that's a great story. I wish I had a giant painting of a Pez dispenser with my head on it now!
 
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