Sunday, March 27, 2011

Building the Dream Weapon

Been fantasizing about "superdrums" ever since the SWANS show a few weeks back. Distorted, pulsating, sinister, and formless, with no beginning and no end.

Like an endless riff on the midsection here



Ironically, this appeared right in front of my house the day after I picked up my new drum machine.

Saturday, March 26, 2011

It's Saturday

and I have no plans but this

Tuesday, March 22, 2011

What Does Anything Mean? Basically


A few words that have crossed my path lately, all simultaneously positive/negative, romantic/depressing, thrilling/mundane.

Voluptuary - a person whose life is given over to luxury and sensual pleasures; a sensualist

Wistful - pensively sad or melancholy OR full of wishful yearning (I strongly prefer the latter)

Anachronistic - one that is out of its proper or chronological order, especially a person or practice that belongs to an earlier time

Birth

Been working through the NEO CONS record layout for the past month or so, and I'm happy to report that it's finally complete and in my hands. Some things I have learned:

1) Expressing a concept through images is really challenging, especially for someone like me who deals in words. But it can also be a rewarding exercise because it forces you to relinquish control over language and replace it with something that speaks for itself.

2) Embrace the process! Not just the result.

3) I'm surrounded by some infinitely creative people who helped me work these ideas out, both in my head and on paper. THANKS


Monday, March 21, 2011

Thursday, March 17, 2011

Meet Your Maker

It seems retro soundtracks are a (the?) big thing now; yet another product of popular culture's quest to regurgitate everything cool over the last 40 years. Though Umberto is fucking shameless and Solar Bears sometimes reeks of stale Air, I'm convinced that if the right music people hook up with the right film people, it could spell awesome new frontiers in the amalgam of sight and sound.





Behold:

Wednesday, March 9, 2011

Amen

And what he yearned for at that moment, vaguely but with all his might, was unbounded music, absolute sound, a pleasant and happy all-encompassing, over-powering, window-rattling din to engulf, once and for all, the pain, the futility, the vanity of words. Music was the negation of sentences, music was the anti-word! He yearned for one long embrace with Sabina, yearned never to say another sentence, another word, to let his orgasm fuse with the orgiastic thunder of music. And lulled by that blissful imaginary uproar, he fell asleep.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Scavenging



Introducing my new favorite wild animal, the lammergeier AKA bearded vulture AKA "bone breaker." He may be a scavenger, but this dude doesn't care about meat--just the bones, please. And your children.

Wednesday, March 2, 2011

For Mom (on your birthday)

To my dear mumsie
I hope you're having funsie
On this mystical, magical day

Eat a cupcake
Or have Dad grill you a steak
And be sure that he does not delay

If the weather is nice
Bring the cat (and the mice!)
For a leisurely walk in the sun

And when you are back
Treat yourself to a nap
And tomorrow return to step one