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Anonymous - Pass The Test
Inside jokes make the world go round. I am sure of this. But what happens when an inside joke becomes funny to everybody. What is that called? An outside joke? It is like the joke had a sex change and now looks better as a woman than it did as a […]
Simulacra Within a Musical Triptych
I google a lot of things. The last thing I googled was “Simulacra.” While skimming the wiki stub for this I found a reference for “Thoughtform” which then contained a link to “Chaos Magic,” which then lead me to “Egregore.” I now realize that when I first typed in “Simulacra” what I was really looking […]
Audio Impressionism with Shugo Tokumaru
Shugo Tokumaru’s music is audio Impressionism; the listener is subject to drips and drops as opposed to the movement of comprehensive layering (which has become pervasive in “rock music” since the advent of the electric guitar). More similar to the melodic organization and embellishments of Architecture in Helsinki, than the somewhat discordant excesses of Hot […]
Relearning How To Listen
I forgot how to listen to music. This fact lead me to me eventually dislike music. Whether it was melody or discordant clatter I found it distracting - much of it sounding generally the same. My ipod, once essential when I left the house, was put to rest in a drawer next to a […]
Take-noko, or, Bloc Party’s Intimacy Reviewed
The thing about drinking in Tokyo is a lot of places have all-you-can-drink specials called “nomi-hodai” priced at about 12-20 bucks. The people I knew there loved to play Japanese drinking games. One was called “Take-noko.” It is a counting game.
So the game goes like this: in unison everybody chants, “Take noko take noko yokiki,” […]
MSTRKRFT @ Estate, Reviewed
I went to the bar to get a drink. I had 18 dollars worth of Sacajawea coins in my pocket, and a beer cost me six of them. Also, I tipped the bartender with one bringing me down to 11 brass coins. I stood at the bar with my beer and coins and watched the […]
Parisian Romanticism
The sound of the Islands‘ “Don’t Call me Whitney, Bobby” echoes in the Parisian street and neither you nor I am there to hear it.
It was filmed in July, sometime in 2006.
Seeing the jovial quintet performing there, in the dead of night, in the abandoned street, is powerful. As blood still pumps through my veins, […]
Sunset Rubdown @ the Middle East, 9.15.08
This past month my brother and I went to the Tate Modern museum in foggy London town to finish a photo project we had been working on for the entire summer. Photography is prohibited in the Tate and they have taken every precaution to enforce this rule- this means posting volunteers in […]
