Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Adoration of the Ham

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So here's this project I did for collage... the assignment was "to corrupt an old master painting"


This was originally Van Eyck's Adoration of the Lamb
you can see it here

So I'm gonna break it all down...
(from top left to bottom right)


The first panel was originally Adam (of Adam & Eve fame); he represents MAN.
In this incarnation, "Adam" the "man" is represented as none other than George W.... I felt that the best representation of "man" in western civilization would be (1) the President (who has always been male and probably will be for decades to come) and (2) specifically Mr. Bu(ll)sh(it), the man of the year. The original inscription is left untouched, as it adds to the ironic placement of our (not) soon (enough) to be ex-president of the USA, and it reads: Adam thrusts us into death. Ah how ironic! So did ol' George W. Bush! In fact, he thrusted 4,146 Americans into death so far (according to this), as well as thousands more in the middle east. In order to keep his private parts private, he uses an American flag to hide his indignity.


The next panel is originally titled Singing Angels, which depicted just that - a chorus of angels. I decided to replace the angels with images of some of my favorite singers who have lost their lives (too soon). They are Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, James Brown, Dead (the lead singer of Mayhem), Wesley Willis, John Lennon, Bon Scott, and Marc Bolan. They are all angels singing; and one of them is placing a copy of Dax Riggs' We Sing Of Only Blood And Love on what looks like a record player.

The next panel was originally the Virgin Mary. The inscription underneath reads: She is more beautiful than the sun + all the order of stars; being compared w/ the light she is found greater. She is in truth the reflection of everlasting light, + a spotless mirror of God. To me, she represents a pure product of nature. So, I replaced her with an image of Chernobyl, which was the imfamous Russian nuclear power plant that was the site of a major meltdown - an example of the human hand destroying nature.

The middle panel originally depicted a god-like figure, who is obviously supposed to be Christ, in whatever incantation that Van Eyck intended (whether it was God or simply Jesus). Well, our Christ Savior is obviously our television sets (which, hey, don't forget to switch over to digital!), so that is what I transformed him into. His inscription reads: This is God, All powerful in his divine majesty; of all the best, by the gentleness of his goodness; the most liberal giver, because of his infinite generosity. It seems that in the modern western world, the only constant "giver" is our cable programming. There is another inscription at the foot of his throne that reads: On his head, life w/out death, on his brow, youth w/out age On his right, joy w/out sadness. On his left, security w/out fear. Television programming will never go away - it will most likely change to fit new standards of technology, but it will forever be something humanity cannot live without. So on his head is "life without death," on his brow, "youth without age" - infinity. "On his right," I placed a bubble pack of Xanax pills, which is our modern "joy without sadness." "On his left," I placed a dollar bill - "security without fear." This panel is dear to me because it represents a basic epitomy of western culture.

Next to Christ, originally, was seated St. John the Baptist - his second hand man. His inscription reads: This is John the Baptist, greater than man, like unto angels,the summation of the law, the propagator of the Gospels, the voice of the Apostles, the silence of the prophets, the Lamb of the world, the Witness of the Lord. Well if the Lord is TV, and this guy is basically god's representative, through which the Law of the Lord is "propagated," then who better to represent him then the one and only Billy (A-Mays-ing) Mays. For those of you who happen to not watch cable, Billy Mays is the master of selling you things. But they aren't just any old things, they are amazing products that I'm not completely sure how we have all survived without. Whether you need to clean industrial sewage from your carpet or be able to hang a bowling ball on your wall, you have to go through Billy Mays for the good stuff. All you need to do is send a check or money order for 19.99 and you're one step closer to nirvana. In his lap, I've placed a pile of money on fire, because that's what you and I are doing.

The next panel is titled Angels Playing Music. I decided to place some random images of musicians playing electric guitar with no particular importance on the actual people. However, I changed the main "pipe-organ playing angel" with the ultimate composer, my man Frank Zappa - another angel.

The final panel on the top of the altarpiece is the opposite of Adam, Eve. Eve, as is the case with Adam, represents woman. I replaced Van Eyck's beautiful depiction of Eve with a girl from an Abercrombie & Fitch ad - the ultimate modern model of woman. She now holds in one hand a box of menthol slim cigarettes, and in the other a book entitled "Women's Rights", which she holds over her loins in order to protect her private parts. Her inscription reads: Eve has afflicted us w/ death.

On the bottom half of the altarpiece, we are presented with a representation of the tangible world - Earth and its inhabitants, who are all Lambs of the Lord. The first panel is originally titled The Last Judges, and the people within represent Justice. I have replaced their images with famous serial killers (which sounds redundant). They include

Friday, October 3, 2008

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

No-Notorious



Damn shit son!

Like the Beasties post I made earlier, I'm about to let you in on another
JUICY tidbit of history.

Ready to Die - The O.G. Edition

Holy god...Quite possibly one of the best hip-hop albums, let alone debut albums ever produced,
Ready to Die is my personal favorite Biggie record. So why am I so exuberant about this "O.G. Edition?" Well here's the tracklist:

1. Intro (Original Version With Uncleared Samples)
2. Things Done Changed (Original Version)
3. Gimme The Loot (Never Before Heard Uncensored Version)

4. Machine Gun Funk (DJ Premier's Version)

5. Warning (Original Version)
6. Ready To Die (Original Version With Different Beat)
7. One More Chance (Original Version With Uncleared Sample)
8. Fuck Me (Interlude)

9. The What (Feat. Method Man) (Original Version With Unheard Lyrics)

10. Juicy (Pete Rock's Version)

11. Everyday Struggle (Original Demo Mix)

12. Me & My Bitch (Original Version With Different Beat)

13. Respect (Original Extended Edition)
14. Friend Of Mine (Original Demo Version)
15. Whatchu Want (Unreleased Original Version)
16. Suicidal Thoughts (Pete Rock's Version)

17. Come On (Feat. Sadat X) (Unreleased Original Version)

18. Who Shot Ya? (Original Demo Mix)
19. For The Macs & Dons (Unreleased Track)

20. Pepsi Freestyle (Unreleased Track)
21. Biggie Got The Hype Shit (Unreleased 1991 Demo Track)



I've heard that
Ready to Die was initially supposed to sound slightly different from what we now have come to know (and fucking worship religiously) - a version that Biggie himself preferred over the commercial release. It's been said that this is that version, and it probably is - I'm just not making any guarantees because the internet is full of bullshit.

But needless to say, this is definitely a great incite into Biggie's early career and also the development of what was to become
Ready.

by the way,
Take home Ready To Die, listen, study shit

Sunday, August 10, 2008

Thank god for Fox News!

I'm glad that, during such a suddenly tumultuous state of unrest, Fox News manages to report the IMPORTANT ISSUES...

Wednesday, July 23, 2008

Great Googely Moogely


Well so much has changed since I last posted... I'm a woman now

but besides that, I'm at my job right now (like right now) and so I'm technically getting paid to do this (this right here)...

huh?

Right now I'm waiting for a meeting to break for lunch so I can covertly make a cell phone call to my boss so he can tell HIS boss...whoa I just did it.... and now I wait.... yes....

Well soon I may have a new laptop that actually charges and can actually get on the internet, which means soon I will post something I'm actually excited about and not so much something to pass my brutally slow time at work.

So the one person (me) that reads this blog doesn't lose interest, here's a picture, I don't care what it is just something:


Monday, June 23, 2008

Beasties - Then & Now(ish)


So I don't know if you know this, but the Beastie Boys are definitely on my top-whatever list of favorite music groups.

As far as my love for GOOD hip-hop goes, I give a substantial amount of credit to the Beasties for leading me down the path of how I should judge so-called hip-hop heads. Their debut (debut mind you) album License To Ill remains this historic production that completely turned hip-hop at the time on its head - I mean listen to it, it's like Nostradamus made a rap album about how rap music (and hell, countless other genres and fusions, etc.) would become during our present time. This is also the album that made me believe that Rick Rubin was less of a producer and more of a genius.

So anyway, I've been scrounging the Internette for Beastie material I haven't yet heard (with the exception of 2007's The Mix-Up, as I vowed not to listen to it until I eventually buy it on vinyl), because I got no life like that, and have recently happened upon a couple REALLY TASTY MORSELS of Beastie Boys history that I have to say was thoroughly enjoyable.

The first of which is a bootleg released under the title Original Ill. Original Ill is the demo tape of what would later become their groundbreaking first album. Yeah I know it doesn't sound that great (especially because it was literally ripped straight from an actual TAPE circa 1984), but the reason that it is something worth checking out is the fact that some of the tracks on here have new verses (like whole fucking bars of new shit!), new mixes, and even jams that didn't make it to the album (!!!!!), which includes a Beatles cover (!!!!!!!). Yeah dude....

Ch-Check It Out

So the next great find was this bootleg from '87 when the Beasties went on tour to pimp Ill. Now the quality of this recording is shasty as hell due to shasty 1980's bootleg technology, which I'm convinced means that someone came in the place with Talkboy. However, the reason you should cop this boot is the fact that (A) they bring out suprise guests RUN DMC, and (B) they sound drunk as hell...like shit-faced drunk...and apparently it's because it was Ad Rock's birthday, but who knows. Definitely worth checking out...

RIGHT HERE

And to conclude this post, as I've mentioned previously in my cool ass blog, I had the chance to witness the greatness that is THE Beastie Boys live, in person, posse in effect, in 2004 at Voodoo Fest in New Orleans - easily one of the best concerts of my entire life. I tend to look around the 'Nette after I go to a show that I know was most likely bootlegged, and luckily for me, I happened to find this very show! Thank god I downloaded it then, because ever since then (and I've searched) I can't find it anywhere. Apparently there was also a soundboard version SOME-fucking-WHERE that the guy who I got this from wouldn't give me (and I tried, that cunt). So for those -3 people who read my blog, here is the Beastie Boys, Live at Voodoo Fest 04 (and my first megaupload upload):

FUCKING AWESOME SHIT


now be sure and compare the two bootlegs - kinda eye-opening aint it? special thanks to It Takes A Nation Of Millions To Hold This Sac for the links.

Sunday, June 22, 2008

Hey! Another Video Post!

So my life is really boring right now...it sucks waiting around to hear about two jobs, when there's a good chance I may get both and then I'd have to make a decision. Well anyway, this video is for Melissa, who is going to be (maybe) moving into her first apartment by herself in Hattiesburg
(more like Shattysburg)....here you go, some tips for you!

Saturday, June 21, 2008

Batman

So the new batman is about to come out and when it does,
everyone's gonna die............with excitement!


Sunday, June 15, 2008

I love memphis...

Well I just got home from a two-week getaway from the piles and piles of work that I'm ALWAYS stuck having to do (has anyone picked up on the sarcasm yet....does anyone even read this blog?). It was great, as going down to the gulf coast is currently my only outlet for alleviating stress.

Late last night, I finally arrived from driving back for 6 hours only to be greeted with a note placed on my bed(!).

The note was written in what looked like orange Sharpie in the style of, hmmm, drunkenness? Anyway the really shitty part was what it said, and I quote:

"IF WE WANTED TO WE COULD GET YOU BY NOW"

What the fuck does that mean? I certainly don't know - my perplexity only made more vexed by the fact that absolutely NOTHING seemed (seems) to be missing, or moved around for that matter. So like any stupid idiot, I called 545-COPS, the Memphis police chat line, and after being transferred to three different people, they sent a cop over. (un)Fortunately, the cop, using his high-tech CSI latex glove, confiscated the letter for "evidence" so that they could "dust for prints"...ok cop settle down, you get your A for the night...

Anyway, he asked if I knew anybody that I could've pissed off enough to, you know, break into my apartment, leave a note, apparently vomit in my toilet and leave it, then leave without taking anything. I said no.

Oh I forgot to mention that whoever did it pried off the screen to my bathroom window (which is about 10"x 20" when opened) and crawled through, and apparently it looks like THEY went out the same way. Yeah what the fuck indeed.

This whole debacle just further improves my theory that Memphis is full of nothing but CRAZY ASSHOLES. It just sucks that I didn't take a picture of the thoughtful note, and probably won't ever see it again, as it will surely fall through one of the many cracks down at 201 Poplar.

Woohoo its great to be back.

Tuesday, June 10, 2008

Aphex Twin


What can be said about Aphex Twin.....

Well Richard D. James is the British mastermind behind this and other handles of electronic music....and he's pretty much unstoppable.

Really I just wanted to post a link to Melodies From Mars - an unreleased "album" that, apparently, he produced, then recorded to a ridiculously limited amount of C90 cassettes in 1995 to give to recording executives and close friends/associates.

From what I've read, due to shitty P2P programs, there's a couple "versions" of the album floating around.....I'm pretty sure this is the most complete and best quality version.

Melodies From Mars up your ass!

An interesting side note - a couple of the tracks (as they are appropriately "tagged") are early versions of tracks that would later appear on 1996's aptly-titled Richard D James Album - which is a really great place to start if you aren't familiar with Aphex Twin.

Edit: This is actually where you should start.

Clean Up the TRASH

I had to post something so my drunken stupidity was not the first thing one would see upon viewing my blog... so here's a painting I did last year....





ps I stole the concept from another artist because that was the assignment...which apparently makes me a good artist so it works out

Monday, June 2, 2008

My thoughts about current art shows in Memphis...

As of 5/30/08, THE art galleries of Memphis, TN have a couple things thrown up on there walls - all of which are respectively different from one another.

Damask III - Kat Gore

The David Lusk gallery, located in East Memphis (THE art center of Memphis, and hey, it's right next to Sears!), is showing two artists - Kat Gore and J Ivcevich. Gore's paintings are immediately surrounding you as you enter. They decorate the gray walls with patterns that appear to be ripped from grandma's doileys, slightly off-centered and painterly/artistically washed with whites and even more grays dripped and drizzled and layered and wiped and re-layered upon their surfaces. Unfortunately, that's as far as I think they go - conceptually and otherwise. Unfortunately, they will all probably sell in ridiculously little-to-no time to the uber-shiek elite - those people grasping to be hip and decadent over in East Memphis. If you turn around, there are a series of smaller paintings that are brown with what appears to be paper cut-outs of black silhouettes - all of which depict objects in different degrees of technological advancement (or lack thereof). Again, the ball stops rolling there.

one of Kat Gore's aimless silhouettes

In the back of the gallery is a completely different story. Ivcevich's paintings focus primarily in depicting urban objects and settings - traffic cones, traffic barriers, graffiti, clothes on a line hanging from a loft.

Untitled (Roadwork) - J Ivcevich

These paintings aren't necessarily realistic, but they offer more to hang on to visually than Gore's meanderings. The colors that Ivcevich has chosen to use are, for lack of a better word, fresh - solid pastel blues and reds, vibrant orange, greens, and purples. There is also a bit of stylized technique enforced, as subtle raised outlines make the objects more present and less 2-dimensional. In addition, a bunch of ceramic, prototype-gray remotes to television sets pile up in a corner, while a white painted sign post reads something in Arabic in the other - a sign displays even more Arabic text in lights plugged into an outlet and hanging over a doorway. The atmosphere as a result is very modern and urban (again for dire lack of vocabulary) and also very fleeting, but at the same time I am able to relate to its "street" credibility.

Congee - J Ivcevich

Moving onto another Memphis center for art (or in this case art marketing/arm, leg removal), the Perry Nicole artstore is displaying a lovely array of rural landscapes from an artist named Barth (Eric Barth?). Basically, I stop seeing these pieces and focus more on their prices which range from something like $800 to a couple grand. Again, the ball stops abruptly. It is unfortunate that the best pieces in this "art space" is in the back, packed away.

Barely Heard by Eric Barth...$1000

The final show I've seen recently is the Glen Ligon installations/paintings at the Powerhouse downtown. The Powerhouse is a unique place - they get "internationally known" artists to come to Memphis, observe Memphis, and inevitably make art about Memphis. In this case Ligon holds nothing back as his show pokes holes in a town that, from the outside, is a great southern CITY. Memphis, as us "insiders" know, is mostly comprised of black people - not necessarily a bad thing at all (for all of you whose red flags have told you to start shouting at me). However, its inherent "blackness" has been less about empowerment as a race and more about indifference to racism, lack of economic structure/infrastructure, crime, and most importantly electing incompetent "leaders" that fail to care about our city. Ligon creates a commentary of Memphis through reappropriation - the genius of this work. He has silkscreened lines from Richard Pryor sets onto gold canvases - completely taking them out of the context of comedy and pointing them directly at the African American race. On the bottom floor of the gallery, Ligon has painted quotes that he supposedly heard from walking around Memphis:


The power in this comes from the act of writing these things down and displaying them - they have more weight, more meaning(?) when they are right in front of your face as text. It isn't hard to tell where these quotes came from - let's just say he wasn't hanging out by David Lusk or Perry Nicole. Ligon also takes a shot at the art world - more specifically the presence of black people within - with a piece that situates the same civil rights-era sign next to itself:


On the left is the original infamous sign. On the right, it seems a "critic" has circled "craft issues" and made notes (I chuckled when I saw a fingerprint circled with the statement "finger smudges - from the artist?"). This ridiculous dissection of what was once a powerful statement and object further juxtaposes what is REAL and what is ART - two things that maybe should be more closely related, but often couldn't be further apart, as the previous shows (with the exception of Ivcevich's pieces) have definitely proven in various anti-climactic ways.

god i'm so bitter...

Sunday, June 1, 2008

The ArtForum Introduction to Caleb Johnson - artiste (with references added by Caleb Johnson)

Every so often, an artist (see Viggo Mortensen) comes along that takes what has long been the norm in the arts (see Bureaucracy) and turns it on its side (see Beerfest). In our current era, that artist has come to us in human form as Caleb Johnson. Caleb Johnson is not just a painter (see John Wayne Gacy), a master draftsman (see Wesley Willis), and an installer of new, other-world experiences (see Disney World), he is a prophetic revolutionary (see Jim Jones). As he has been premierly outspoken about the “lull of society these days” (see Fox News Channel), Johnson sets out to challenge what has long been accepted as social norms (see Friendster) and political necessity (see HotOrNot.com) by creating images and environments that can be described as ironic (see George W. Bush), satiric (see U.S. Government), and exposing (see Weekly World News) with tongue firmly planted in cheek and eyes pried widely opened (see The Psychedelic Experience: A Manual Based on the Tibetan Book of the Dead. Leary, Timothy and Metzner, Ralph; Alpert, Richard. 1964). Through his creations and our inevitable witnessing of sheer poetic magnitudes (see Two Girls, One Cup *editors note: google it if you're not squeemish*), Caleb Johnson’s work will surely bring peace to our divided nations (see Hatfields vs. McCoys) and meaning to our pathetic lives (see The Bible).

Thursday, May 29, 2008

Zombie Final - because MSWord is being dumb...

This is a speech I made about zombie films in my Art Criticism class I just took for the summer:


Anyone who is a seasoned horror film connoisseur, or has seen a new movie in American in the past ten years knows what a zombie movie is - the world has been suddenly and completely terrorized by a viral-induced epidemic of mindless, blood-thirsty automatons and humanity is near the point of extinction. Certain rules apply to the situation: Always stay close to the rest of your friends. "Don't bury dead, first shoot in head." And as always, try to avoid any fluid-exchange with the walking dead, as time and time again, the result is cannibalism of the lowest flattery. These rules are seemingly universal in zombie movies - which have spanned close to a century now, close to the introduction of moving film itself, and have appeared in countries all over the world. However, as the genre sets itself up to become repetitive and stale after the first few apocalypses, filmmakers have found alternative ways to breathe fresh air into the (literally) dead concept. In effect, the zombie genre has become a frame within which filmmakers have applied their own ideas. My personal interest in the genre has been with what American zombie movies have offered conceptually, and otherwise, compared to films made in other countries.

Zombie movies in America have always been rife with symbolism. Aside from the obvious impending doom inherent within the plots of these movies, we can observe different factors and different characters that convey different things. In George A Romero’s Dawn of the Dead, the main non-zombie characters are forced to take refuge in a modern-day (1978) shopping mall. Soon thousands of zombies begin to make their way into the commercial establishment, walking aimlessly through the stores and foyers. They symbolize the American ideal endless shopping – spending money on trivial objects. Romero illustrates America's materialistic ways in Dawn, but does not cease to use his Dead movies as a vehicle to comment about other social issues in our country.

George Romero is an interesting subject in the history of zombie flicks - he practically invented the genre as it exists today. The year 1968 was a tumultuous and radical time for America, as civil unrest over civil rights brought man, once again, fighting man in the streets. It was also the same year that Romero released Night of the Living Dead. In Night, Romero's violent hordes of zombies replicate the violent hordes of protesters, policemen, and residents caught up in the often public and anarchaic disputes during the Civil Rights era. The main protagonist - a white female - falls under the heroic shelter in the form of a black male, who takes control of the dire situation. Using "minorities" in leading roles that were designed to make the audience sympathize for the characters facilitated Romero's intention to give proverbial power to those who, at the time, had very little. It also offers satiric value in that when the world turns to utter chaos, those who will retain the power will be the downtrodden.

Now, it seems that the task of comparing zombie films produced in just the country of the United States to those made in the rest of the world appears to be boastfully America-centric and also incredibly generalizing. Well, I'll agree that it is. However, my argument would be that America was the original breeding ground for the zombie phenomena. As the great spike in number of zombie/horror movies being made occurred in the 70's and early 80's on an international scale, it is important to note that America had seen its first zombie movie in 1932! Aptly titled White Zombie and starring horror legend Bela Lugosi, the plot of the movie centered around a much different notion, and definitely less viscera, then its more contemporary brethren. The plot is set in the "exotic" domain of Haiti, in which the main characters soon experience the local trade of voodoo. The "zombies" in this film are a completely different monster than those that we've all come to know and love in later years - the main difference being that it was possible to bring the zombies back to their original "human" form. If I were to analyze this classic for concept, I would have to say that White Zombie represents the exploitation of America's perception toward different cultures - especially in the sense that this was set in Africa, which at the time, was often portrayed as romantically savage.

As the American portrayal of zombies has often been symbolized and often used as a vehicle for racial commentary, international filmmakers have taken different approaches in the genre. It is practically impossible not to mention Italy, and more specifically the Italian filmmaker Lucio Fulci. Fulci's first foray into the "zombie genre" came in the form of Zombi 2 - what would later be endlessly retitled internationally, and in the U.S., would be simply known as Zombie. Zombi 2 is a perfect example of what Fulci brings to the zombie movie. According to Patricia MacCormack in her essay about Fulci at sensesofcinema.com, Lucio Fulci would become infamous in making horror films "defined by flesh folded in new configurations which simultaneously folds the viewer in a visceral rather than conceptual way." Here is a rather encompassing quote from the same essay:

"In order to evoke the powers of Fulci's best films I must first reconfigure the seemingly given paradigms of cinema. Here I ask the reader to variously rethink or forgo these concepts as necessary for cinematic pleasure. This involves letting go of: narrative as a temporalisation of viewing pleasure which accumulates the past to contextualise the present and lay out an expected future; images as deferrals to meaning, signs to be read or interpreted; characters as integral to plot, both in film in general and horror in particular as that which must be conceptually characterised in order to be meaningfully killed off or destroyed; narrative as intelligible contextualiser of action; exploitation as gratuitously existing for its own sake or to affirm and intensify traditional axes of oppression in society; gore as demeaning or a lesser focus in the impartation of visual expression; pleasure as pleasurable; repulsion as unpleasurable; violence as inherently aggressive; horror as dealing only with notions of returned repression, infantilism or catharsis. I ask the reader... to shift their address from why or what the images mean to how they affect."

In this interpretation, Fulci is painted as less of a writer who uses metaphor and allegory, and more of an artist who uses the camera lense as a means to create pictures. I believe this is a fair assessment; as I've mentioned, 1979's Zombi 2 represents the end to this visual means. The plot of Zombi 2, aside from being a tacked-on unofficial sequel to Romero's Dawn of the Dead (a notably Italian tradition in cinema apparently - where filmmakers will make sequels to movies they were not originally involved with, and given the Italian label of figlia), involves the protagonists traveling to a Pacific island in search of a lost family member - a scientist who, of course, had his surgical gloves elbow deep in zombies. This is pretty much where the plot ends and the visual stimuli begins - eyes are slowly gouged oozing from cranium, intestines ripped from the bowels, and most importantly, zombies fighting sharks. As the lack of symbolism and plot-heavy, twist-induced writing is traded for goraphilic eye masturbation, Zombi 2 is still what it aims to be - creepy as hell. Fulci would go on to make other zombie movies in the same vein - focusing more on environment and immediate reaction to the senses.

Fulci's Italian take on the zombie genre, as I've explained, is more akin to a painting - more about the art of making a zombie film. Is this the European take on the genre - zombies as art? Well another European example of zombie cinema is the more contemporary 1994's Cemetery Man (aka Dellamorte Dellamore) directed by Michele Soavi. The plot revolves around the main character Dellamore, who is a seemingly emotionless caretaker for a cemetery - mainly due to the fact that he must deal with walking corpses on a daily basis, as zombies rise like clockwork. One night, he meets a girl visiting her dead lover, and falls in love. Soon however, she too falls victim to the grasp of death, leaving him to long for his eventual zombie love. Here we have a zombie romance - a product of a postmodern reappropriation to the traditional zombie genre that has been a contemporary concept. This brings me to the 2004 zombie comedy Shaun of the Dead from England directed by Edgar Wright and starring/written by Simon Pegg. In Shaun, the protagonist is lulled by his modern life of the dead-end day job, bar visits, and Playstation. Soon, however, his everyday lifestyle is met with the sudden outbreak of zombies (like any great zombie movie, sudden is the keyword), and he is left with his friends and his wits to fend for his life. The result is very comedic, as time and time again, the general population of modern-day England is juxtaposed next to zombies with shocking similarities (which was met with equal appreciation in the U.S. as the same cultural plights apply). Shaun of the Dead represents a stray from the art-house stylings of major zombie films in Europe in the 70's and 80's into a more crafted storyline.

In Asia, the "zombie genre" is something completely different. Asian filmmaking and general storytelling has always been grounded in tradition and extending the traditions through the passage of information to further generations. In this sense, the "zombie film" is replaced with tales of spirits that come back from the netherworld. Rotting corpses are replaced with re-embodied ghosts who are able to touch and interact with the living world - often with violent and murderous results. Obvious recent examples of such "spirit films" have been the Ringu series and Ju-On, both of which were later exported and re-written to fit American cinema. Another film from Singapore, called The Maid (from 2005), is about a girl from the Philippines who is sent to work as a maid for a family. It is the seventh month, which is the month in which the gates of hell are open, and citizens must make daily offerings to the spirits in order to not get murdered. This tradition is what appeases the dead and prevents them from appearing in the physical form, in leu of the zombified counterpart.

In conclusion, I feel that zombie films in America fulfill a certain amount of conceptual value that most American filmmakers have been programmed by Hollywood to incorporate into their films. This has been achieved with various results within Hollywood, with the obvious example of the new Indian Jones movie as the end of the spectrum. However, with the films of George A. Romero, as I feel he is practically the master of zombie cinema in the U.S., the zombie genre has been brought from a cliche, to what is considered these days as a valid outlet for artistic expression - in writing and in film. As history has shown, the zombie genre has been replicated to fit into other cultures. But, I feel that as a social commentary, the zombie movie is best suited in the USA, where our daily routine of television, fast food consumption, and 9 to 5 work ethic is the cosmic force that continues to walk the earth mindlessly.


Biblio:
Patricia MacCormack, "Lucio Fucli", http://www.sensesofcinema.com/contents/directors/04/fulci.html

Monday, May 26, 2008

King of Kong!

In today's America, where more and more it is becoming cool to be liberal or just indifferent, I find it hard to distinguish what is "good" and what is "evil" (obvious George W. Bush nodding aside). Gone are the days in which the evil ruler has kidnapped the maiden and it has fallen in the hands of the daring hero to rescue her - the symbol of purity in a time of otherwise impure entities. Gone is the romanticism of the uncharted times and in its place we find the tediously gray minutia of our 9 to 5's in our cubicle systems. Oh how much we have progressed...

That is how I felt, until I saw Seth Gordon's 2007 documentary
The King of Kong.

I am a self-professed avid documentary seeker and watcher - I love them, especially if they are about something odd or something that I am interested in. The King of Kong fulfills both of these requirements, as it tells the story of two guys who share a passion for video games - old school video games specifically. They also share the passion to be THE BEST.

Steve Wiebe (pictured above) is a middle school science teacher who, after tragically being let off by his former employer, Boeing, picked up the hobby that many nerdy 30-40 somethings and nerdy Nintendo freaks have come to know and love as DONKEY KONG. The movie tells Wiebe's story in a way that makes him seem as if the world had left him in the cold, time after time after unforgiving time. It also made light to the fact that Wiebe was something of a savant, as all through his life, he had excelled abnormally at anything he was involved with - basketball, drumming, science...How has the world been so inaccessible to someone who seemed destined to succeed? Well, sure enough, where the "real world" had left him high and dry, the gamer world had suddenly gained interest, as it seemed Steve Wiebe was about to do what many believed impossible - beat the all-time high score on Donkey Kong with a score of 1,000,000.

Everything seemed to be looking up for Steve, that is until a dark force peered its head from the gaming underworld.

Billy Mitchell (whose name alone was enough to set him up for life to be a child icon, or a character from Leave It To Beaver) was a sort of video game "superstar" in the 80's. At the age of sixteen, Billy (pictured below) was featured in LIFE magazine as part of a "greatest gamers" article, as he was the holder of the top score for Centipede - another equally legendary arcade game. Since then, he has devoted his life to eagerly and unapologetically becoming the center of attention at his pursuits - namely arcade games. In the documentary, Mitchell, who has now become the owner and operator of the Rickey's World Famous Restaurant chain and, respectively, Rickey's World Famous Sauces, is portrayed as, for lack of a better word, a complete jackass. This wasn't hard to do on the filmmakers' part, as it is apparent from Billy's own dialogue, as well as his unrelenting self-promotion and incredible sneaky and calculating planning to do so (seriously, I didn't think people like this exists outside of fiction). The movie also makes you believe Billy Mitchell has figured that being an ass and being famous for it is a lot better than feeling normal, conscience-driven emotion and living in anonymity. Anyway, at the time of the documentary, Mitchell has learned of Wiebe's achievement and the apparent fame he had started to garnish (mainly within the fanboy, internet-surfing, D&D in your mother's basement crowd) and with a proverbial "Hell no!", sets out to show the world (of nerds) that he is the superior nerd-specimen - with a means that is just inexplicably evil in nature.

The film, aside from making a seemingly unimportant subject into a competition to DETERMINE THE FATE OF THE WORLD, being well-edited, and well-written (is this the right term for a documentary?), succeeds, in my opinion more importantly, in another area - it portrays the last outlet in which GOOD is pitted against EVIL in our modern times. What better arena for this timeless clash stemming from the gods, as far back as the apparent creation of humanity, then behind the joystick of an arcade cabinet? I certainly cannot think of one. Even the obvious example of war - our current pitiful meanderings in Iraq and the rest of the middle-eastern to eastern world comes to mind - has lost touch of the struggle of "good vs. evil" - in it's place, the struggle for money and power between corruption vs. corruption.

This film will remain an example of chivalry in an otherwise cold and concrete modern America - a film that I feel will be one of the defining moments of the technological era, along with iPods and talking toilet seats.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Oh Snap! - my review of the Snap Judgments show at the Brooks...



The show currently on display at the Brooks Museum of Art in Memphis is called Snap Judgments, a collection of photographs and digital media with its focus aimed on modern Africa. I personally am rather devoid of background information on the particular artists within the show - their race, gender (for the most part), age, or formal training are all potentially important in such a cultural-centric display, but have not hit my psyche in a way that affects my opinion. What has hit me are the images within - for better and for worse.

Africa, according to these images, is a shitty place - decadent (but not in a romantic way), impoverished, and full of crime and political/social restriction. Portraits show the struggling working class, homeless children sleeping on floors, and generally worn and weathered people. Landscapes are once-grand establishments diminished to crumbling shells, rooftops as homes, streets, factories, and other rustic urban vistas. In this sense, I didn't like this show as an all-encompassing window into "Africa." Where is the rest of the COUNTRY? Why is there only slums in South Africa? And on that note, what was the curator trying to say with these images - that Africa is falling apart, or that it is impressive that these people can wake up every day and not kill themselves?

Interestingly, one artist being shown in Judgments took pictures in the middle east, and played a DVD, on loop, of images of a mid-eastern sacrifice and ritual - set to techno music (?). The other images from this artist were of equal depressive side effect as those from Africa - women cry after a bombing, a family sits at the dinner table with an AK-47 next to the eastern dishes.

Apparently, there was also a section that had images of modern "African fashion." We were kicked out of the museum before I could see what that was all about, but from what I've heard, it was in stark contrast to the rest of the show - very glitsy and Americanized, and less about "Africa."

If I were to describe this show overall, I'd say that the theme was tragedy - that Africa remains one of the poorest countries in the world, and that there was a big art show about it, especially in Memphis.

Viggo Mortensen


We all can't forget the harrowing portrayal of that one guy with the long hair in the indie film series called Lord of the Rings. Or how about that crazy guy in A History of Violence...I mean Eastern Promises? Well folks, its important that you know this actor - his name is Viggo Mortensen. Oh, and guess what - he's an artist.

What kind of art does Viggo do? Well, he takes photographs, he writes music, and he even paints pretty pictures. Yes, he does all of these things! Let me stop the fun right there...

I'd like to talk a little more about his paintings, or really just one painting, but that's all that is necessary to understand how Viggo paints.
Gulf Stream is the title of the painting at the top of these words.

It's beautiful isn't it? Like a nice piece of stationary - oh it's even got little words delicately scribbled on it! I really wonder what it says - thanks internet for another pixellated image of artwork. However, I feel that knowing what the text says wouldn't add very much. In fact I'm willing to bet that it would actually make this painting worse.

I think the oddest thing about Gulf Stream is that I get the feeling he had his 12 year old daughter paint this. I hate to generalize simply because it makes me sound like a jackass, but this painting is little girl art - I've seen it already 8000 times. I mean this painting is the epitome of top-shelf best-sellers at Lady's Home Furnishing Depot - even its very nature is attractive to 40 year old women - beaches, seashells, GULF STREAMS.
Gulf Stream...If it had not been painted in 2002, I would've guessed Viggo jumped aboard the SS Katrina-boat like the rest of America's designers, implementing his sympathy for the battered coast, as well as calculating the placement of a fleur-de-lis upon the canvas.

And why is this shit being praised? Who is interested in these terrible paintings? I'm seriously asking! Is Mortensen getting away with producing these terrycloth washes simply due to his notoriety as an actor? I think so. If this sad fact was not the case, then why are so many women and girls (strangely, east Memphis comes to mind) stuck at home, painting more or less the same paintings with little to no attention from the "art" world?

It's a sad day in America, that the ladder of celebrity also dictates the ladder of bullshit...or are those both the same thing?

Wednesday, May 21, 2008

Dawn of the Dead:


Media and politics during such a time of rampage
It starts at around the time just before
its not safe to stay and watch whats going on
on your television in America
insanity sets in
first thing that happens – races pitted against each other
the grey race – solid face automotons
de-evolution

the shopping center
lost in instinct – what they used to do
looks like a free lunch
don’t knock it – it’s got its own key
we turn evil
we turn lawless
you’ll probably hear some shooting
slow bunker crawl space
the walls are closing in
the walls are closing in
firm action battle stance arena
no champion
null people
master marksman
this is a rush that’s never been felt by sane folkss
Buddha succombant
Buddha walker
Guns are first

Creeping in through the cracks
The shadows walk but aren’t there
Nonstop
Hands clawing glass
Mortality cutting victim flesh
We’ve really got it made here
Let’s drink some whiskey
Tribal sounds – African chants
Monkeys
Elephant guns – we’re going on a hunt
Are these cannibals? – these creatures cannot be considered humans
After Christmas sale

You’re not just playin with your life – you’re playin with mine
They must be destroyed on sight!
Short nerve
Blunt word
Democracy
Medical anomily
Cloudy grey sky
Blood red dawn
Makumba/Vomit
Take what you want

Damn! - or Why T. REX Rocks So Hard

In my perfect utopian opinion of the world, I find that everyone has, at the very least, a song/album/artist that moves him/her in a way that is undeniable, uninstinctive, unconscious, and unlike anything else. For me, hands down, I have got to say this cosmic force comes in the visage of T REX - one of the most underrated bands from the late 60's through the 70's. Fronted by the genius musical wizard Marc Bolan, and in later inclinations (during the peak of their greatness), the odd yet perfect addition of bongo-player Mickey Finn, T REX is an example of a band whose "maturity" actually yielded successful results. Bolan has also been deemed the father of "glam-rock" (however you'd like to take that label), leading the way for other "glam" rockers as the New York Dolls, or this one guy a couple people know as David Bowie.

So why do I think T REX rocks so hard? Well it's hard to define Rock and Roll especially these days. But, I think that T REX is as close a definition as I can imagine. Go out and BUY Electric Warrior and listen to it on repeat FOREVER. Its songs are what "rock and roll" should be - simple, jamming, licking guitar phonics, throbbing, catchy rhythm - just ridiculously powerful for its apparent economy.


Radiohead - a show 12 years in the making...


It has been about twelve years since the random gift of Radiohead’s The Bends fell upon my ears like a rainy dusk – a somber and powerful experience, until the stop button popped up and I had to flip the tape, SIDE B an even more vicious howling cold of digital psychadelia and beautifully composed guitar physics. I must admit that my then nine year old eardrums had not witnessed ROCK AND ROLL MUSIC that sounded this hard, but with such beautiful and “soft” elements (cue Thom Yorke’s falsetto whine and Johnny Greenwood’s ability to make his undistorted guitar sound like a squelching wood splinter). Ever since then, I’ve been a pretty steadfast Radiohead fan (and I wore the hell out of that tape).

It has been for this reason that I have also wanted to see Radiohead, live in front of my face – surely just as awesome a spectacle as was heard in what I would later find to be a varied, and most importantly, a continually progressive and, dare I say, fresh offering of albums spanning their career ever since The Bends (NOTE: Pablo Honey has its moments, but, to me, fails to fit in with the rest of Radiohead's catalogue, not to mention the unapologetic disregard for this early work by the band in shows and in print). Anyway, I finally had the chance to see them in St. Louis on the 14th - three days after my birthday as I bought tickets as a birthday present to myself. I was also able to record a little over an hour of the show, which was about HALF of the whole show. As you may or may not know about Radiohead live, they tend to play a good bit of music for quite a long time....Hm, makes sense doesn't it?

So, the best way to express my feelings is probably to give a run down of what I saw...

I was surrounded, as expected, by thousands of nerdy, white socialatti ranging from high school dregs to the thirtysomething it's-hip-to-be-square...but-I'm-still-hip-because-I-listen-to-Radiohead-
at-my-cubicle crowd. The venue (of a thousand names), Verizon Wireless Ampitheatre, was a surprise to me, as I would expect Radiohead to choose bigger places to play, rather than what appeared to be a small stage surrounded by a carnival of beer salesmen and funnel cake vendors (what?). My seats, bought from Jesus...I mean eBay, resided in lucky row NN, right at the edge of "right-center." This was cool, as lawn seating is equivalent to watching a show with cataracts in your eye and Seran wrap over your face. Overall, my view of the band was just far enough that I couldn't make out any detail in their faces, but I could still see Thom Yorke flailing about.

Hot off the tail of the infamous In Rainbows, released for "whatever you feel like paying" online back in October of 2007, it was natural that the band would want to "pimp their new shit." So, right at the start, they played two songs off of Rainbows. All I could think was "holy shit it's Radiohead!" Then they pulled out an old-school joint, Airbag, from probably their most recognized album OK Computer. At that point I thought, "Yes! Old and obscure! Can't wait to see what they play next!" Unfortunately, it was mostly more new material from Rainbows. I've been casually browsing other BLOG ENTRIES and reviews of the same show, and most others agree that Radiohead's older (pre-Kid A) material was rather astutely misrepresented, or for the most part, not represented at all.

Don't get me wrong - I think In Rainbows is great, but it's nowhere near what I found in The Bends, OK Computer, or even Kid A and its sister album Amnesiac...Hell, even Hail To The Thief offered more substance! Maybe I am corrupted in the sense that Radiohead has released such monuments in the past that they now seem to overshadow present-day offerings.

Rambling aside, this fact of the show would prove to be tiny, annoying, nagging disappointment number one.

The second qualm I had with the show was the fact that the Jumbotron screens that were installed all over the ampitheatre were not used AT ALL, a fact made clear by the literal message displayed shortly before the performance upon the said screens that said...well, that they were not going to be used. This was obviously due to Thom Yorke and crew's newfound sympathy for the environment, which also explained the LED light-powered projections, and the overpriced T-shirts made from plastic bottles - I know, sounds ridiculous. So, in effect, the only people who actually SAW the show ended up being those lucky fans who sleeplessly stayed up for days endlessly refreshing the Ticketmaster website in order to grab pit tickets - or those of you who paid $500+ on eBay after the fact. Thankfully, I didn't have lawn tickets or else I would've had to have been stoned to have a good time. That being said, my seats, as I've said earlier, were so-so.

Callous bitching aside, and these minor discrepancies aside, it was still a great show. Radiohead, as a band, are a tightly-paced, well-oiled machine - they were ON POINT...maybe a little too on point. Radiohead live admittedly sounds like Radiohead in the studio - I would've liked to see more spontaneity and improvisation, moreso than was offered I think. But hey, I can't complain - at least they didn't suck.

A better review of the St Louis show(?)

Set list taken from this site:

All I Need
Jigsaw Falling Into Place
Airbag
15 Step
Nude
Kid A
Weird Fishes/ Arpeggi
The Gloaming
You & Whose Army?
Idioteque
Faust Arp
Videotape
Everything in Its Right Place
Reckoner
Optimistic
Bangers ‘N Mash (<- I ran out of video space here, unfortunately, and Thom was on drums!!)
Bodysnatchers

Encore:

Exit Music (for a Film)
Myxomatosis
My Iron Lung
There There
Fake Plastic Trees

Second encore:

Pyramid Song
House of Cards/No Surprises (stupid wrong-ass website!)
Paranoid Android

download it all here(!)

Sweeney Todd - Burton's downfall?


I admittedly have a lot of respect for Tim Burton. I feel that he has offered a new and unique aesthetic to the “film industry”, and film history for that matter – a detail I tend to levitate toward when it comes to FILMMAKERS or more specifically, DIRECTORS. Tim Burton has directed what would read as an introduction to modern American cinema, as well as Johnny Depp’s resume. Just to round out my feelings of deep respect for Tim Burton, I have to mention that his first “full-length” feature was a little film that insiders have come to know as PEE WEE’S BIG ADVENTURE – a big adventure indeed. This is like Biggie’s READY TO DIE, or for those of you who aren’t into good music, (something else that was an incredibly accomplished “first” work that I can't think of at the moment). This schoolgirl gushing is what I’d like to think is my inspiration in knowing that a Tim Burton film would yield genius results. A little film called Sweeney Todd, which I have recently had the opportunity to sit through, sadly has made me question such pretenses.

Musicals...hmmm.

That's really all I've got to say about the particular genre - I really don't understand why they still exist. If I wanted to be sang a story, I'd go listen to Trapped In The Closet again like any other god-fearing American. My personal bias aside, I have to admit that I was willing to dismiss the fact that Todd was a musical, solely due to my respect (and expectations) of Tim Burton. On that note, I was also willing to disregard any and all product endorsement spawned from the movie, which meant averting my eyes away from Hot Topic every time I went to the mall. So when I approached the film, I believed that the Burton charm would shine through and deliver at least what I thought would be a new offering to the "musical genre."

Tragically, it seems that Tim Burton has seen too many Nightmare Before Christmas t-shirts, and like the computer from Pi, he became aware of his own (theatrical) being. Sweeney Todd is a reflection of this once-profound director's modern self-awareness, or awareness of how everyone would expect Tim Burton to make a movie. We are presented with an ultra-gothic, ultra-campy version of Victorian England - everything in a sopping wet grey, even Johnny Depp's melancholic cheekbones. Let me ruin it for you - Johnny Depp is the killer. Oh, sorry. He plays the role of Sweeney Todd - the barber who has redefined himself after years wasting away in prison. Todd used to have a lovely Victorian marriage, with wifey and little baby bugger in tow. That is until that guy who plays Trent Reznor in those Harry Potter movies came along and, well, threw him in jail, destroying what was once his entire life - his family. At that point, Todd is pissed, and he wants vengeance - so he sings about it for two hours.

Really, this was all just TOO MUCH for me...or should I say too little? You see, the best thing about Tim Burton's work is that he creates these alternate universes in which reality has a role, but its often just as an extra wandering in the background. Watching films like Edward Scissorhands, Batman, Beetlejuice, you are brought into this world, that seems to be normal, then something comes to pervert our perception. It's like being drunk - everything is skewed and eventually it becomes dizzying. Sweeney Todd lacks this important Burton-view, and replaces it with gothic masturbation fodder. Maybe that is why it won Best Art Direction at the Oscars - it had a strong and consistent aesthetic. Unfortunately, the aesthetic alone is not something that could keep my attention on this movie for two hours. I can't believe I watched the whole thing (cue the alka-seltzer fizzle).

I also feel I must mention that Danny Elfman was, for whatever reason, NOT in charge of scoring this - A TIM BURTON MUSICAL. Good idea.

Tuesday, May 20, 2008

Anti- Commercials

I love TV – who doesn’t? How I’ve long sat in front of the tube, like a man waiting for a bus that never comes. How it has kept my attention! How I love moving objects and sound, given to me in an easy to swallow 30 minute serving. What a great and marvelous friend my TV is to me! That is until it starts hiccupping consumer diarrhea in my face in the form of COMMERCIALS – the variable raisin in my snow cone.

Commercials suck. They punctuate our favorite shows. They control our daily routine, dictating when you eat, when you sleep, when you go to the bathroom, when you do your homework, when you get on the internet to watch people make asses of themselves. Most importantly, commercials suck because they aim to do one thing – sell you something. Whether it’s vacuum cleaners or car insurance, the evil that has interrupted my Saturday morning cartoons wants me to buy their shit. Hell, these commercials even tell me to buy into NOT buying drugs, and since the late 90’s that has included cigarettes. It’s bad enough that I should be drinking Budweiser to be funny and score hot chicks, and now my TV is saying that certain undesirable things will occur if I “get high”, or incidentally, steal pills from my grandmother. In that regard, I ask those evil makers of American commercials to MAKE UP THEIR MINDS. Unfortunately, that is not my main quarrel with these so-called “anti-“ whatever campaigns.

The main purveyor of the anti-drug commercials in America is ABOVE THE INFLUENCE, the commercial product of the National Youth Anti-Drug Media Campaign (according to their website, AboveTheInfluence.com, “a program of the Office of National Drug Control Policy”). Their website claims “Our goal is to help you stay above the influence. The more aware you are of the influences around you, the better prepared you will be to stand up to the pressures that keep you down.” Ironically, it seems that they realize that their word is just as valid as, say, the word of a crack dealer when they state, “You might even consider this Web site an influence.” That’s all well and good, AboveTheInfluence, but how do your commercials stand up?

For a while, they hired a four year old to draw a couple cartoons under the instruction that “they look cute dammit!” These cartoons were comprised of a group of Sharpie doodles that told a short story about Anonymous Pot-Smoker and the response he’d get from such invaluable real-world influences as his girlfriend, or his dog, or ALIENS. As you can figure out (or have witnessed if you still watch cable TV) the response is always of disgust, prompting Mr. Smoker’s once loyal entourage to leave his ass on the curb to smoke a blunt by himself. Although this offering from the AboveTheInfluence campaign is so squeaky-clean simple and effectively aimed straight for the elusive K through TWEEN demographic, they all fail where they ought to succeed – us young adult twentysomethings want to roll a doobie and fire up a couple of these ads on the ol’ youTube for an hour and a half. All these commercials are lacking is Bob Marley’s No Woman, No Cry playing in the background.



Recently, the campaign has aimed to make a more psychologically charged caliber of propaganda. The basic equation for these appears to be one awkward pre-teen to 12th grade burnout subject, add a backstory of a night gone too wild (of course when someone brought the weed to the party, those damn kids), and subtract the friendship of one or possibly multiple friends who have witnessed how much of a jackass the subject is when he’s “hopped up on goof balls.” Hmm…does this sound like a familiar story?



Repetitiveness aside, the this-could-happen-to-you scenario only works on those who let the television dress, feed, and bathe them as well, or to put it another way, people who are INFLUENCED by TV (dun dun dun!). Again, I am left with a poignant desire to change the fucking channel, and oddly, go do some crack.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

William Basinski - The Disintegration Loops


The Disintegration Loops is a series of albums that Basinski constructed from a number of tapes he had made twenty years prior. All the tracks are essentially ten to twenty minute loops of keyboard chords – all extremely ambient. The detail that makes these unique is the fact that as Basinski was re-recording these tapes that he had found again, they started to literally disintegrate, causing each tape to warp and crackle, changing the sound completely. The result is an eerie soundtrack to decadence.

In order to describe the auditory aesthetics of The Disintegration Loops, one must think of atmospheres. When I hear each album, I feel like I’m traveling, slowly, from earth up to space. Each track feels like different pressures upon my sinuses – endlessly looping. I also feel like I’m being showered by soft neon lights. As I near the end of each atmosphere, the air starts to change – it starts to become harder to breath. This is how each track sounds as the tapes begin to fall apart – like they are struggling to breathe, gasping for air until they finally fade into oblivion.

ouch!

Jay Dilla - The Shining (Instrumentals)




Jay Dilla’s masterpiece of beats entitled The Shining (namely the instrumental version) is in the truest sense hip-hop to its core. Released posthumously, The Shining serves as the pivotal moment in the short-lived career of Detroit-native Dilla in which beatsmithing became the composing of music. The original version of the album includes guest MC’s that include Common, Madlib, Guilty Simpson, Black Thought (from The Roots), Talib Kweli, along with others and boasts a silky blend of rhyming and soul stanzas – definitely a different beast on its own. However, I think that the instrumental version – the strictly Jay Dilla-ness of the album – is a consistently tight soundpiece that exhibits the producer at his peak. One may consider these beats to be too simple, too bare bones, as Dilla has, in fact, composed the collection of beats with very little. Yet, I feel that there is nothing left to add to any of these tracks; Dilla has crafted each piece with his keen (emphasis on ‘keen’) sense of loop selection as well as signature pounding drums to create a complete production of music unheard of in the likes of most facets of hip-hop. At times, it sounds like every element of the track was recorded straight from the source in a studio with a microphone, rather than from samples no doubt ripped from his extensive catalogue of vinyl. I can only describe this morsel of hip-hop mastery in one way – completely raw.

woops!

If you don't feel like breaking the law that much just listen to this and you'll be alright:


Tuesday, May 13, 2008

5/12/08 - Lecture 1

Outlines for first day:

Paper Due
Readings
Blog Entries

My three favorite Books, Music, and Films - a tough question...
For books:
Survivor - Chuck Palahniuk
Assault With A Deadly Weapon: The Autobiography of a Street Criminal - John Allen
A Clockwork Orange - Anthony Burgess
Music:
Jay Dilla - The Shining (Instrumentals)
Notorious B.I.G. - Ready To Die (especially remastered version with extra tracks)
T. Rex - Electric Warrior
(Boards of Canada - Geogaddi & Twoism)
Film:
Toxic Avenger
Pee Wee's Big Adventure
Gummo

death_of_painting

death of painting 4/16/08