Manifeste Cannibale Dada
(27th March 1920)
Francis Picabia
You are all indicted; stand up! Stand up as you would for the Marseillaise or God Save the King....
Dada alone does not smell: it is nothing, nothing, nothing.
It is like your hopes: nothing.
like your paradise: nothing.
like your idols: nothing.
like your politicians: nothing.
like your heroes: nothing.
like your artists: nothing.
like your religions: nothing.
Hiss, shout, kick my teeth in, so what? I shall still tell you that you are half-wits. In three months my friends and I will be selling you our pictures for a few francs.
Friday, February 25, 2011
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Terry Riley
Back when I was an avid participator in the noise rock scene, I became to develop quite the fixation on the idea repetition. Not exactly the direction you expect to take when orchestrated dissonance is your intention, but through trying to come up with another sound to complement one i had just established, i was really attracted to the concept of progression and just building of a simple but constant framework.
This was inspired, honestly, by my lack of musical talent, but as time went on I began to discover that this idea wasn't foreign to the world of professional music. Especially not in classical music. The is an amazing minimalist scene that I was recently introduced to that is founded of that very principle of repetition that I was so enamored by a few years back.
I want to go over a few different composers that I have come to really appreciate recently, and I decided that i would start with Terry Riley.
Wikipedia Page
TerryRiley.net
Myspace Page
Monday, June 14, 2010
Al Jarnow
I came across Al Jarnow by complete happenstance. While looking through DVDs at a local record store, I became curious with the cover for Celestial Navigations, a collection of all of his short films. I am really glad I decided to investigate further when i got home and ultimately order a copy. His work is a wonderfully pleasant feast for the eyes.
Monday, May 24, 2010
WNB 5/24/10
I am still reeling from the series finale of LOST. Six years, man, and now it's gone. The A.V. Club have I think the best write-up.
Now what am I supposed to do?
Monday, May 17, 2010
WNB 5/17/10
Directed by Danny Sangra
Jeremy Geddes
David Bowie and Klaus Nomi
میرا نام Mattہے | MySpace Video
Brion Nuda Rosch.
Gina Osterloh
Erica Jane Nelson
I am very much a child of this coastline, the left/west/best coast.
I have been taking a drive every weekend for the past month up to the Ragged Point area of the coastline. It's very calm and quiet out there. Lots of time to think. I have been listening to this particular mix on the way there every time, and it's done me so much good I thought I would share it...
Summer Luv
Simini-Yaya - Collins Oke & His Odoligie Nobles Dance Band
Jump Into My Mouth and Breathe - Black Moth Super Rainbow
Banana Republic - Lemonade
Cranberry - The Ruby Suns
Relax at the Beach - The Sandwitches
Graveyard Drug Party - Thee Oh Sees
Feel It All Around - Washed Out
Watch The Waves - Taken By Trees
Ha Dvash - Fool's Gold
Dreams - Fleetwood Mac
Beach Comber - Real Estate
SUNLIGHT - tUnE-YaRdS
Planet Queen - T.Rex
Pacific Ocean Blues - Wilson, Dennis
10 Mile Stereo - Beach House
Quick Canal (w/ Laetitia Sadier) - Atlas Sound
Monday, May 10, 2010
Monday, May 3, 2010
WNB 5/3/2010
I left my computer's power cord in San Francisco, so until John is kind enough to send it to me I am using my parent's computer, which apparently doesn't want to load any Vimeo videos. It's probably better that way. Limiting my media resources means I'll be quicker about getting off of here and, you know, doing more productive things like laundry or watching all of my Netflix movies so I can send them back. Anyway...
I always told myself that I would finish reading the book before I watched the movie. That was about three years ago. So I picked up a copy of the Criterion edition this weekend while in San Francisco, and now I'm telling myself "to hell with it". No point in having this turn into a Purple Rain scenario, where I never end up watching because of how much I've built it up for myself. Of course they are kind of different circumstances. With Purple Rain, I have invested emotionally into the soundtrack, and don't want that relationship tainted should the movie be something entirely different from what I imagined it. So really the comparison doesn't work. Nevermind.
I don't really need to be sold on the place that I plan on calling home within the next four months. I was sold when I visited there over four years ago, and I wasn't hardly there for more than a couple hours. It is, however, very reassuring that I keep finding more and more facets of the city's character that have me excited and my feet ever more increasingly antsy.
Saturday, May 1, 2010
Monday, April 26, 2010
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