While we (arguably) digress through our twitter/tweeting, birds have progressed through theirs and their forward flying.
"French artist Céleste Boursier-Mougenot creates works by drawing on the rhythms of daily life to produce sound in unexpected ways.
For his installation in The Curve, Boursier-Mougenot creates a walk-though aviary for a flock of zebra finches, furnished with electric guitars and other musical instruments. As the birds go about their routine activities, perching on or feeding from the various pieces of equipment, they create a captivating, live soundscape."
The Monks were a band of American GI'S, who were based in Germany and formed in the 60's. They shaved their heads into monks tonsure's and wore black uniforms, with nooses as neck ties. Repetitive rhythmic genius, guitars and vocals layered like lasagna, and that bullet of an organ! Ahead of their time no doubt. kudos.
I just heard that they broke up:( I liked them dearly. Actually, take that back, I LIKE them a lot. I don't want to talk in the past tense, because when you create art, it can never die, thus it lives forever, thus it's always in the present!
A German duo, consisting of vocalist Gina Kikoine and writer/producer Zeus B. Held. Gina X Performance released about 4 albums in all, but their first Nice Mover (1979) was their definitive. Gina X toyed around and toed the line of gender and sexuality. Their electro pop disco was obviously more obscure than the glittery disco of the time, but this album totally twinkles. Possibly my favourite of the era. So good.
Beneath lies the opening scene from Vera Chytilová's 1966 Czech New Wave masterpiece DAISIES(Sedmikrásky). Awash in a surrealist technicolour dream coat that clothes a brazen feminist punk attitude, this film is a gem. Full of life, friendship and supposition, which is pretty much the meaning of it all.
Hello. Welcome to this here. I thought now might be the right time to share some insights and sounds, diaries and dialogues.I have a single coming out in early February, called SLEEP. I will keep you posted on that, so stay tuned.But for now, I just wanted to say hi.Wink, smile, curtsey.
How often do you walk around your city and notice both the hidden little nooks, be it, a piece of graffiti hidden on top of some balcony on some corner, a newly opened shop, or a big old landmark, and realise it's what gives your city it's character and you your bearings? We navigate through space, we socialise around it, we create and perform in it, it is vital to our existence.
It's a sad day, with the announcement that a Melbourne fixture and institution of sound is closing it's doors. One man down in the army of venues that line the Collingwood/Fitzroy border of Johnston street. I live around the corner from The Tote. I smile every time I make my way past it, then strut along passing the Birmingham, and a bit further up, the Old Bar. On any given night you can find something going on between the postered walls and dirt sodden carpets of these bars.
I run a party called GROUSE. We had our first summer series up in the Cobra Bar. On some nights, it would reach over 40 degree's. Two old school power fans would try offer relief from the heat, to no avail. The beer garden downstairs, a square meeting ground for the smokers, and a place to gather fresh air. Oh the rants I had out there. The arguments, the laughter, the vodka soda's, cheap as chips, strong as fists....
The rider, kept in the front bar, on the whiteboard, the famous crossing off of boxes. I admit, I did 'borrow' a drink or two from a band or few....
The mighty jukebox. Punk classics, hand chosen by the people. I did find myself some-what frustrated, drunk and wanting to dance looking for some hip hop on there. None to be seen. But that would always be forgotten soon enough when on came something from any of the many Black Flag records that slept in there.
Oh the classic pool games. How many people I beat on that green pasture. Singlehandedly, or with my pal Lia. I think it might have been my lucky table...
And the very many bands from overseas, interstate and locally, playing to the swaying people in the pit, the signature dugout that was the room.
I don't know if this is just the inevitable, the winds of change. Things come and go. Imagine every lost treasured space that has existed through time. What would happen if we saved them all? It's crazy to think; who decides history? They are unaware they are, for they do not know the past they are demolishing. They have not lived in the context of it's structures. They do not walk the streets and see the cultural significance such institutions have. And that is the danger. The law makers, in their routine sweeps, think 'pay up or go', or whatever it is they think, (I don't know because I don't think like that), and have no idea of the destruction of history they are causing.
I could go on, but this must end, like everything does, even the goddamn Tote.
Sweet freestyling from three of the vintage best.(Mos Def, Black Thought, Eminem) On more of a positive tip The whole BET Freestyle series is yes sir.
This one's a bit more in need of mustard to the mouth (Ace Hood, Juelz Santana, Fabolous, Jadakiss) and Juelz' eyes are scary especially when he says: "There only 2 men I fear when it comes to a battle/God and my shadow"