May 28, 2003

Mawdryn.

Posted by dean at 12:25 AM

May 26, 2003

Suck-Socket.

The mountain range was made a million years ago when a god slept, flipping a fuck-off finger to the sky that betrayed her.

Posted by dean at 11:58 PM

FF, Page 179.

People can never get enough of dead rock 'n' roll stars. Writers want to write about them, movie-makers make movies about them and record companies want to repackage them. I'm sick of the whole thing; all those dead rock 'n' roll stars should be taken out and shot.

Posted by dean at 10:00 PM

White Suits And An Arrowhead.

"Steve would go out into the street after a show, with 150 people from the audience, and do an hour more of comedy. Or lead hundreds of them to McDonald's, order hundreds of hamburgers, then change his order to one french fry."

Posted by dean at 03:41 PM

May 24, 2003

A Few Hours After This.

What's a page girl?

That's weird.

This is for you.

Posted by dean at 05:29 PM

May 22, 2003

How'd We Get Into The Sex Crime Business Anyway? My Brother, Saul, A Plumber, Makes Twice As Much $$ As I Do And Gets 3 Weeks Vacation, Too.

Posted by dean at 08:52 PM

A2, Page 33.

I was using a Beaulieu 8mm camera then, the S2008 to be exact, with non-detachable pistol grip, automatic exposure control, and Angenieux zoom lens -- all in all, a clever piece of optical mechanics that had set my father back almost seven hundred dollars. The possibilities of film seemed unlimited. Through the camera lens passed the light of a woman's body. I felt I could do things never done before.

Posted by dean at 03:27 PM

May 21, 2003

Damon Albarn : Filter Magazine.

"If the world were going to end tomorrow, it would've ended already."

Posted by dean at 11:53 PM

Furniture Porn.

Posted by dean at 05:06 PM

FF, Page 91.

We left the pylon, satisfied we had found the ideal site. We would be back later that night with bolt cutters. And loaded with meat.

Posted by dean at 03:26 AM

May 20, 2003

Computers, Camcorders, Digital Cameras, And Radar.

Posted by dean at 02:49 PM

A2, Page 25.

"I'm dying, David."

"Don't generalize, Wendy."

Posted by dean at 02:25 AM

May 18, 2003

Brett Anderson + New Material.

Most of the new material is more aggressive and less song based than ANM. We're spending a lot of time working on tracks that sound nothing like traditional Suede. There's a kind of electronic reggae thing called "Attitude", an insane metallic robot march called "Golden Gun" and a punky thrash called "I Don't Need a High". I needed to write something as soulful as ANM at the time but now that's out of my system and it's time to RELEASE THE BEAST.
suede.net

Posted by dean at 04:29 PM

May 15, 2003

Peer-Group.

"Great, more 'round earth' propaganda. What's next? A TV series about how not gay Richard Gere is? Man, you people will believe ANYTHING. I bet you all believe John F. Kennedy was a real human being? NOPE! Him and his 'A man will walk on the moon by the end of the decade' speech were all invented by Hollywood!! Frank J. Hollywood, to be exact. He's the guy who secretly runs everything."

Posted by dean at 01:43 PM

May 14, 2003

FF, Page 55.

I was walking down the side of a crater of a dead volcano. A mist hung in the air. There was a faint ringing sound. At the bottom of the crater was a lake. I walked on the black, shingle shore of the lake. Small bubbles were rising through the water. This was the source of the ringing sound. As I walked, I spied a small envelope on the black shingle. It had my name on it. I stooped to pick it up but when I straightened myself up again I found I was no longer on the shore of the strange lake at the bottom of a volcanic crater, but on the edge of a reservoir that for some reason I knew to be in Warrington. I still had the envelope. I opened it. There was a plain white card inside on which were written these words -- "You already know."

Posted by dean at 12:57 PM

May 13, 2003

The World's First Inflatable Church Went On Display To The Public For The First Time On Tuesday.

The blow-up church, which is 47 feet (14.3 metres) high from ground to steeple, 47 feet long and 25 feet (7.6 metres) wide, includes a blow-up organ, altar, pulpit, pews, candles and "stained glass" windows.

The church, produced by Michael Gill of InnovationsUK.com Ltd in Sarisbury Green, near Southampton, was on display at the National Christian Resources Exhibition at Sandown Park Exhibition Centre in Esher, Surrey.

The inflatable church, which holds 60 people standing, was to be dedicated by Michael Elfred, a Church of England minister from Tadworth.

"It could have been easy to have upset a large part of the human race with this."
BBC News

Posted by dean at 04:21 PM

May 12, 2003

Peter Saville's Apartments.

Late 1970s Britain was, visually, a dull old place. The high street was a beige desert of poorly fitted, badly lit shops; packaging and most magazines were designed in a style that was a hangover from the 1950s, and graphic design was preoccupied with the visual gag (think Milton Glaser's I * New York). "It was awful," says Saville. "But my friend Malcolm Garrett and I looked back through our art books at movements like the Bauhaus in prewar Germany and constructivism in 1920s Russia, and saw a blueprint for a better looking Britain."

As house designer and a founding partner at the newly formed Factory Records, Saville had almost total creative freedom, providing cool graphics for new electronic groups such as New Order, Orchestral Manoeuvres In The Dark and A Certain Ratio. In some instances, the quality of the presentation was superior to that of the music; in others, it was a nuisance -- the 1980 sandpaper cover of The Return Of The Durutti Column ruined any other record sleeve next to it in the rack.

By the late 1990s, Saville had taken his recycling of ideas and imagery to a post-postmodern extreme in a new body of work, the Waste Paintings. Although he was at least partly responsible for the growing thirst for new looks and products, he now says, "I was concerned about the speed at which things were coming and going. People were spending weeks or years working on a product, designing a new chair, making a film, and it was lasting as long as its PR cycle. You spend five years designing a new chair, and it's all over in three months."

Saville and Wickens moved again, this time to Los Angeles and the design company Frankfurt Balkind. But for Saville this was an even less constructive episode, and Hollywood was a huge disappointment. "You feel a bit cheated when you first get to Los Angeles," he says. "You realise that, to make movies, they just go out into the street. There's no effort involved. You think, shit, they didn't even go anywhere special. They just went outside."

Saville returned home to the excitements of Britpop and Brit art. The high street had apparently learned from his and others' 1980s style revolution, and replaced drab with design. New clubs such as the Ministry of Sound (b. 1991) were emulating the slick industrial interior of the Factory-owned Hacienda in Manchester (b. 1982), and Ministry flyers borrowed liberally from the graphics Saville had used on Hacienda flyers a decade earlier. He found that his trademark style was being applied by a generation of designers who had grown up with his record covers.

News of The Apartment reached a new generation of musicians. Brett Anderson of Suede recalls being lured there -- "I'd done a mural of Unknown Pleasures on my bedroom wall when I was 11," he says -- and Saville and Knight went on to create a string of suitably lush Suede covers. For one, Filmstar, Saville himself appears as the song's subject. "I said, if you want someone to look and act like a sleazy old film star, then it's got to be you," says Knight affectionately.

"By the late 1990s, when the next big thing after me had run its course, there was a reassessment and I was elevated to the hall of fame. At least I still had integrity. I wasn't doing nappy wrappers for Mothercare."
The Guardian

Posted by dean at 03:27 PM

May 10, 2003

A Conversation With Tim Schaefer.

CP: I was reading about the new game, Psychonauts, and I was really intrigued by the fact that you used this psychic vehicle as a way to do a game. Where did you get that idea?

TS: One of the great things about games is that they kind of accidentally explore surrealism because they're so abstract.
Game Studies

Posted by dean at 03:00 AM

May 09, 2003

FF, Page 40.

It's the interstellar ley line. It comes careening in from outer space, hits the world in Iceland, bounces back up, writhing about like a conger eel, then down Matthew Street in Liverpool where the Cavern Club -- and latterly Eric's -- is. Back up, twisting, turning, wriggling across the face of the earth until it reaches the uncharted mountains of New Guinea, where it shoots back into space. Deep space. You know what ley lines are? Those things that hippies are into, imaginary power lines across ancient Britain, lines that can be traced by Saxon churches, stone circles, burial mounds, that sort of stuff. But just boringly straight and static. Well, this interstellar ley line is a mega-power one. Too much power coming down for it not to writhe about. The only three fixed points on earth it travels through are Iceland, Matthew Street in Liverpool, and New Guinea. Whenever something creatively or spiritually mega happens anywhere else on earth, it is because this interstellar ley line is momentarily powering through the territory.

Posted by dean at 01:09 AM

FF, Page 33.

The Pistols were supposed only to release singles that blistered the charts and split the nation in two, not albums that students could sit down and listen to and contemplate.

Posted by dean at 12:59 AM

May 08, 2003

Colin Rodebaugh.

"For the last six months, two or three times a day, I just have to take a nap. It could be in class, any time. It even happened once when I was making love to my girlfriend -- not after, but during."

Posted by dean at 04:16 AM

May 07, 2003

Water Leaks Out Around The Faucet Adaptor And Faucet.



Posted by dean at 03:31 PM

Mailman.

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Posted by dean at 03:14 PM

Flesh Colored Band-Aids.

At about 3:30AM I was handed a flyer for an after hours gig for a band called SCHIZO FUN ADDICT which boldly claimed, "the greatest clandestine venue in the history of rock and roll." Anybody who wanted to attend was told to be out front at 4AM when a white van would pick us up and bring us to the mysterious venue. Tony Zajkowski, front man from HONEYCOMB and satellite member of SCHIZO FUN ADDICT told me not to miss this so I headed outside to wait for the van. As I crammed into the back with a load of mad fuckers, I realized that nobody knew what this was all about. The van was making stops at various bars around the city and picking up freaks with invites.

The van deposited us downtown at the Brooklyn Bridge where we were escorted into an abandoned maintenance shed inside a column of the bridge. Stunning! This was totally illegal. The DJ was playing a mixture of British indie rock from the early 90s -- STONE ROSES, CHARLATANS, HAPPY MONDAYS, as well as big beat and hard house trance tracks. Many blunts were being passed around.

It was packed with approximately 100 people. The space was like a small cavern but with 20 foot high stone ceiling, dirt and gravel floor, and four walls filled with acidic visuals and strobes. Then a movie started to play using all four walls as four separate screens.

This was so unbelievably strange. The movie was about some person called BURNWEED and his belief that THE STONE ROSES are angels heralding in The Second Coming. The movie lasted about 40 minutes and then SCHIZO FUN ADDICT took the makeshift stage made of wooden pallets and a closed dumpster as drum riser. They killed! There is no possible way to describe the sheer uncontrived experimental quasar of sound this crew put out. There was full on white noise guitars that shook the concept of treble past anything MY BLOODY VALENTINE may have ever dreamed of. There was electric piano and sax too and a drummer that had eight arms when he wasn't triggering full on big break beats.

They have two front people, a manic guy and a more subdued girl (so hot) who sang some of the oddest harmonies I've ever heard. Try to picture early VELVET UNDERGROUND working with THE APHEX TWIN remixing SONIC YOUTH's first album or maybe DIONNE WARWICK fronting THE JESUS and MARY CHAIN. During one song all four walls were covered in video of full on hardcore lesbian sex which caused a chain reaction in the crowd. Two girls were having mad oral on right behind me. Total rock and roll insanity.
New York City Street Report, Vol. 1

Posted by dean at 12:56 AM

May 06, 2003

2-Step Stream @ The Baltic Room.

Seek 2:25:00.

Posted by dean at 01:40 PM

May 05, 2003

Zone 30.

In AD 535-536, humankind was hit by one of the greatest natural disasters ever to occur. It blotted out much of the light and heat of the sun for 18 months and the climate of the entire planet began to spin out of control.

The explosion tore through the same South Pacific region that later gave rise to the Krakatoa eruption in 1883. The earlier convulsive detonation created the islands of Sumatra and Java and left behind a gap that is now known as the Sunda Straits.

The eruption's aftermath was felt worldwide. "Crops failed in Asia and the Middle East as global weather patterns radically altered. Bubonic plague, exploding out of Africa as the climate change increased rodent populations, wiped out entire populations in Europe. Flood and drought brought ancient cultures to the brink of collapse."
Earth Island Institute

Posted by dean at 02:45 PM

May 02, 2003

From The Ashes.

Posted by dean at 02:59 AM

May 01, 2003

Search Engine Query Of April 2003.

Crude bored.

Posted by dean at 11:23 PM

James Chatterton.

He spent most of his free time reading chemistry texts and making notes in the margins. Sometimes when his aunt awakened in the early hours of the morning, she thought she heard him walking around in his room. Several times he seemed to be laughing to himself.

Posted by dean at 04:41 PM

FF, Page 7.

I try to tell them that the music business is about making unsuccessful bands successful. Successful bands by their very definition are as interesting as packets of cornflakes. No, it's strange, weird, fucked-up, unsuccessful pop music that I dig. Deluded pop music that wants to be successful and can't understand why it isn't. I don't mean any of that avant-garde shit or stuff made for and by those who value musicianship, but the cheap and nasty and mistaken and cracked, sung by singers who will fuck up with the first hint of success and by bands who will only ever make two singles before they fall apart.

Posted by dean at 01:27 PM

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