Once upon a time i was gathering info for something and presented various scraps to a girl i was attracted to. She reacted with repulsion and said "you've got too much free time if you're doing this - i can't afford myself to do that - this is ridiculous". It was a major turn off. We never spoke again. She later became an exotic dancer.
Nevertheless, i have too many friends who showcase same kind of attitude. And it is just stupid. I know you all have jobs to do but so do I. And yet I find time to do stuff. And you just shit your pants every time somebody else is wasting leisure big time. Hey, that gal in the glasses - i'm talking to you!
Ok. And now straight to the point.
I have no idea who Yuushi Daigoken is. As far as I know she or he or whatever is a musician, doing some electronic kinda dance-noise stuff and some visual arts too. But what sparkled my interest to her person was seemingly neverending series of posts with the word "DRAGON!!!!!!!!!!". Every day for the last month i kept seeing it. And it was rather irritating. People kept asking her why did she post such things - but there was no reply. But there was a mystery and its by me.
Personally, I don't care why she posts it. It doesn't matter. The whole thing reminds me of really monotone nothing-special works of On Kawara while the tone reminiscent of Yayoi Kusama and Yoko Ono. And because i had 15 minutes to screencap the whole thing - you can see it from the beginning to this day - June 30.
Lo and Behold! There are somewhere around 150 images.
пʼятниця, 30 червня 2017 р.
четвер, 29 червня 2017 р.
середа, 28 червня 2017 р.
If you need to clean up the place - you need to cut the crap. Or rather blow it off.
For sure there are more creative ways of letting it go. But why bother with trying to go around something in dire attempts to recycle it when you can blow it off once and for all and just go on without excessive baggage?
That's why i find Dick Higgins series Danger Music and #17 in particular so exciting. It doesn't look like an art piece, it has no pretense of being highbrow elitist bunga-bunga. It is a simple thing with no twists - just Scream! Scream! Scream! Scream! - up to the point you are unable to scream more. It gets you out there and far beyond any comprehensible boundaries. It gives you a chance to let yourself go inside out and drop all the hidden and long overcooked grievances away in a nice form of a soul spurting scream. It is a nice therapy.
There is no need in other kinds of expression to provide a clean-up with extreme prejudice on yourself. It is like letting bugs to eat out the flesh on the bones. And that is something that is sorely missing in the majority of more common and acceptable artistic practices - extremity.
Look at the the score:
For all its simplicity - it is undeniably transcending. No words can properly describe the feeling you have after performing the piece. When you're performing it - you feel something completely different. For example, i once had a full-on 2001 kaleidoscopic colors running through my eyes. On other occassion i felt sudden explosions of emotiness inside my stomach. It was like a cave was forming inside of me.
Any time - it is rather eccentric experience to behold. And that is something worth thinking about, even overthinking. It is something you can express in other forms.
Even looking at the score card, at the word "Scream!" makes it something very different from what you usually perceive as a word "scream". It becomes something alien, something you can't really comprehend and that sudden barrieris something that dares you to turn it down even more.
неділя, 25 червня 2017 р.
вівторок, 20 червня 2017 р.
GooglePlay got some awesome stuff if you know where to look. Down with that truism. While looking for adequate cipher program i've stumbled upon and fell in love with two applications. Both of them were connected to unescapable and utterly irritating Star Wars brand. But eventually both turned out to be fun. They are great for wasting time and trying out different ways of expressions. They offer a pareidolic glimpse into possible something completely different.
четвер, 15 червня 2017 р.
I was going through my hard drive today. There's 72 GB full of stuff. Some of it is of sentimental value - some pin-ups, photos, sketches, etc. Then there are comics. Back in 2016 i was blitzkrieging my way through Silver Age Marvel/DC because i really wanted to tell Ukrainians some stuff about comics. There were also some books on comics I've downloaded last year and forgotten about. Most of them were about history of the Marvel Comics - i was working on the article regarding Jim Shooter's career trajectory and foundation of Valiant Comics until i wasn't because of politics and "nobody gives a damn, man - they will eat shit" attitude. Anyway.
Before deleting the book I've opened up every each of them and looked through. The only things that caught my interest were pages with "Blank Page" written on it. Call me cynical - but i really felt something looking at them. Because i don't really care about this stuff anymore.
понеділок, 12 червня 2017 р.
неділя, 11 червня 2017 р.
So yeah - here are some pics from my exhibition in Zaporizhia. It is titled EELLOGOFUSCIOHIPPOPOKUNURIOUS (just like my Xerolage Book, dont forget to order it right now it is really that good). Why it is called like that - it's a cool word. I even wrote an article about it.
Made by Eugene Dovgyi
Made by Eugene Dovgyi
субота, 10 червня 2017 р.
пʼятниця, 9 червня 2017 р.
Louis Wain is one of those artists whose stature grew immensely in 21st Century due to rise of the LolCat phenomenon. Sometimes they're little bit funny, other times they're little bit sad and then they get really weird. And then even beyond weirdest weirder weird (spell it fast five times). What is uncanny is that no matter how odd the picture looks - you can always relate to it. There's so much heart in his drawings it gives you the brightness to carry on. And not in the sentimental way - like street fighting stray cat with swagger big enough to make Pluto a planet again.
Curiously, Louis Wain is also one of those artist whose works shows how the times and aesthetics have changed over the course of late 19th-early to mid 20th centuries. It is fascinating to surf chronologically through his works.
четвер, 8 червня 2017 р.
Let's have some fun! Nameless is one of the best Ukrainian rock bands that have ever walked the face of the Earth. Period. They're so good you'll start to believe in supernatural things because the sense of wonder they transmit is so intense - there is no other way around it.
середа, 7 червня 2017 р.
You know sometimes you need to go back to the roots and listen to some oldies...
"Round by round" (Lenta za Lentoyu) is an old song from the glory days of Ukrainian Rebel Army (UPA). It is about relentless and seemingly endless struggle, love and war and all the things Ernest Hemingway would appreciate. It is unabashedly upbeat to the point of ridiculousness. It's an inciting contemplative war cry filled with little details that flesh out the characters and setting of the song to the point that you can actually relate to it in a very bizarre but honest way.
вівторок, 6 червня 2017 р.
|Detail of rolling stand, 80 inch hot strip mill, steel mill|
David Plowden is one of those photographers who can make you feel startled by the monumental glory of the stricly utilitarian things like barns, locomotives and even streets. He finds beauty in things devoid of it in orthodox terms. He tells you "Hey! Discover this!".
By photographing things he's able to defamiliarize them to the point we can actually appreciate them on a completely different level.
Take a look at this photo. You've probably have a very distant idea of what it is. But you are almost subconsciously impressed by its look, by the way the photo captures the dynamics of the mechanism. And that's all you really need. The rest comes up in your mind in some bizarre manner.
If you're looking for trouble - you've come to right place...
I love Jez Noond. He's one of the most awesomest writers i've ever known. Every time we have a conversation - it's a blast. So many great ideas. He's a go-to guy if you need a shot in the arm (not literally).
Few months ago we've accidentally wrote a play. And few days ago we've made this:
понеділок, 5 червня 2017 р.
неділя, 4 червня 2017 р.
субота, 3 червня 2017 р.
This message was intercepted on three separate occassions - first on on the night between May 31st and June 1st. Then on June 2nd during a lunch time. Finally the big transmission occured at night between June 2nd and June 3rd.
The resulting message was combined to a cohesive narrative. It is thoroughly inspiring. Beware.
The resulting message was combined to a cohesive narrative. It is thoroughly inspiring. Beware.
пʼятниця, 2 червня 2017 р.
Well, well, well... oh, well... few days ago while writing a piece about Barry Adamson - Amanda Earl reminded me of one of the most fascinating artists out there - John Oswald. It's a challenge to write about him since there are so many things to mention - it is easy to get lost. But i'm not an ordinary person. So - Get ready for a ride!
John Oswald is one of those composers who pushes boundaries with such ease that it looks like a joke. But it isn't. In fact his sonic experiments are amongst the most daring in the century of daring experiments. And that is saying something. From the very start he was dead-set on making something that was not only fresh and exciting but also been capable of exploring and analyzing the depths of our culture. And it all came together in the form of Plunderphonics - recorded music chopped and screwed and recontextualized to make new. entirely different kind of music. The one which is impossible to make otherwise. The one that takes a precious fluids out of all sorts of sounds, mixes them together and makes it's own brew. Not just another variation on petrified structures as modern EDM, R'n'B and Hip-Hop usually does.
That's what makes the concept of "plunderphonics" so fascinating. It makes the point that recorded music is not the same thing as "regular music" thus regular rules of composition and harmony don't apply. As Brion Gysin said "everything is permitted - nothing is true" (it is out of context but fits anyway).
It all depends on a particular piece. Once you get Led Zeppelin groove and evangelist ravings in a loving embrace. Another time you make Dolly Parton's voice to morph through all the sonic spectrum, sound like a man, sing duet with herself and slowly amuse null and void besides. Or make Jim Morrison really deliver "Hello, I Love You" in a sort of Butthole Surfers "chaos reigns" mishmash bish-bosh manner. And then you get your hands on Stone Cold Crazy by Metallica and Queen and make it really Stone Cold Crazy. Or make an ultimate jamming trip out of Grateful Dead's Dark Star.,,
Of all this goodness - "Plexure" stands apart. It is not just a neat combo with a twist and some cunning stunts. It is ear-to-ear razoblade smile with colombian necktie and blood eagle. It is more. It is immense. It is beyond comprehension. It is also better than the real thing - if you know what i mean. It is an ultimate Plunderphonics. Oswald's definitive work. Amped up to the eleven...
In short - it's a rapid fire patchwork mash-up kaleidoscope, confetti explosion and underwater fireworks of several thousands of various pop songs. A little bit of this and a little of that ten thousand times in a row with no particular order. "Plexure" is an attempt to document a point of time it was made but in way that made it essentially timeless. Basically this is how music sounds like if you overexpose and overconsume it. That's how the music sounds in a seasoned DJ's head.
Cloud-like utterly vague sonic entity moves into your attention span. You definitely recognize it, at least generally - but you can't define it. But you feel it is familiar. But it slips away and slips away and slip away - constantly changing, never taking any particular shape. .
That's what Plexure is in its core. It is impossible to describe it in any comprehensive way. But you can dance around it.
On the other hand - it's a critique of the entire concept of pop music and its thorough and eminent overexposure. It's all too much. That's why the majority of pop music is interested in sounding as the only thing in the universe that matters while refusing to accept the fact that in reality it is mostly a one-off bubble gum and that it actually matters pus. Another preemptive final word on the subject until the next comes around. Together they all make a big grey blob-globster nothing-really whatsoever. That is what "Plexure" represents. But it also defamiliarizes it.
Sheer amount of used materials and intensity makes it almost impossible to listen the "usual way". You can't really hear if you're trying to listen to it. It's a disorientating blur, devoid of any traditional dynamics. Big black magnifying blot. It is everything that is more like nothing in particular.You need to learn to listen to it on your terms. You need to stop worrying about getting it all at once and relax and then gradually go with the flow. You will get your singular experience. Let yourself phase in and out of it - spot various curiousities - little moments that only you can spot and that can mean whatever you want.
Some pieces you can recognize. Some don't. But everytime you do - it goes something like this "oh! I know! Yeah! Oh, well... eh... what? Hey! cool! Huzzah! Wait a minute?! What? ...um... Why? oh! great! holy wookie shampoo! saint jumping george! for ragged joseph sake!". then flatline and beep beep beep.
And if you find certain elements of it confusing - just listen to it again and again until your mind will work out its own solution. With all that being said - I think "Plexure" is at its most effective when the listener is entirely unfamiliar with the source materials. This was it is truly different, alien experience.
"Plexure" is designed to tear apart a delicate fabric of your perception. Listening to it is a blast. You can't help but get bedazzled and quite frisky by the ways Oswald manipulates sounds, the methods he uses and the compositions he ends up making.
It's good to have it at hands reach. In moments of doubt or boredom - it's a mighty cure.
Galina Babak пише:
"Білику, сподіваюся, ти не образишся за це афішування "літератури факту". І тобі добраніч:)
пс. окрім пунктуації, нічого не змінено
я не піду в душ
буду почуватися брудним уві сні
і вода погано тече
і ще щось принципове
це дуже важлива інформація
скоріш за все не вдягну піжаму
бо кому це треба
ще я забув повіджиматися -
це обов'язково треба знати
але зуби почистив
бо пєр гійота
Отже, як це сталося. Вона написала "я в душ". А це дуже важлива інформація, без якої життя стає тьмяним. Це дратує, бо де я і де вона і взагалі. Тому отаке забацав.
(Це відбувається через наявність неабияких навичок у писанні "навідмаш". Потребує великої пихи. Якщо ви не В/Б - навіть не намагайтеся.)
четвер, 1 червня 2017 р.
Editors note:This one was a rough ride. I don't want to get into the details but this time i had to deal with so many submissions that were inadequate to the magazine's concept I thought somebody was joking on me. That was downright discouraging. That's why this time I relied more on curated content than incoming submissions. It made a better issue.
I'm glad to present you the works of the following:
Table of Contents:
- Gary Barwin - Miro's Sky
- Mark Young - Eleven poems
- Marco Giovenale - Six Glitch Asemic Pieces
- Sean Smith - Forty Weaves
- Angela Caporaso - Three collages
- Kyle Hemmings - Six text-visual combos
- Yrik Max Valentonis - Herstory
- Jack Galmitz - Three poems and one visual
- Nathaniel Horowitz - Three asemic pieces
- Glen Armstrong - Three poems
- Federico Federici - Six Asemic Scores
- Johannes S. H. Bjerg - Poems
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