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Went to the Murakami exhibit with the kid and the wife on one of it's last days here in LA, and spent a good deal of time trying to explain to the lil one about the artist's take on gross consumerism, sexuality in art, history, uses of nudity and images of nuclear fears.

Poop references were also to be had, and Louis Vitton bags were to be scoffed at. We coveted the wristwatch and enjoyed the videos, especially the Kanye West one, with the line referenced in the title making the wife and I laugh, and again with the explaining to the curious 11 year old. Remembering having witnessed Mr. West in full assholage persona at the old music store job, I hated him just a little less for the bit o' brilliance.

I have been trying to find the quote in the painting titled: Tan tan bo puking...

Something about curdling phlegm and missed love?

On the way out the wife twisted her ankle on our way to the nearby Starbucks.

Was Murakami angry?