The Aquarium Drunkard Show: SIRIUS/XMU (7pm PDT, Channel 35)
37 minutes ago
Sunday, 17 June 2012
Stage collapses pre-show in Toronto before Radiohead concert
This is just awful: 1 person has been pronounced dead (via @CP24). 3 others hurt. Again: Radiohead show has been cancelled.
Punk Britannia: Part Three: Post Punk - 1978-81
Three-part series about the history of punk. Punk had shown what it was against- now what was it for? In the wake of the Pistols' demise a new generation of musicians would re-imagine the world. Freed up by punk's DIY ethos, a kaleidoscope of musical influences broke three chord conformity. Public Image Limited allowed Johnny Rotten to become John Lydon the artist, Magazine would be first to record in the wake of the Pistols' split, Mark E Smith made street poetry while Ian Curtis turned punk's rage into an existential drama. In a time beset by dread and tension perhaps the biggest paranoia was Mutually Assured Destruction essayed perfectly by Young Marble Giants' Final Day. Released in the height of Thatcherism, Ghost Town by The Specials marked a parting of the post-punk waves. Some would remain avowedly uncommercial whilst others would explore pop as a new avenue in the new decade. The song that perhaps summed up post-punk's journey was Orange Juice's Rip It Up and Start Again.
Saturday, 16 June 2012
REpost: Can with Tim Hardin - Rare Rehearsal & Live Improvisation (1975)
A little known fact is that after Damo Suzuki left Can, there were a number of other vocalists who rehearsed and played live with them before they added Rosko Gee and Reebop to the core line up of Irmin Schmidt, Michael Karoli, Holger Czukay and Jaki Liebezeit. These included Michael Cousins AKA Magic Michael, Thaiaga Raj Raja Ratnam from Malaysia (or Indonesia) and the Japanese vocalist Phew.Tim Hardin was another singer who joined their ranks for a while at the tail end of 1975.
A couple of recordings survive from their time together. There is a rehearsal (the exact date of which is unknown) and a live improvised track from a gig at the Hatfield Polytechnic on the 21st of November 1975.It may seem a strange combination but it sort of works...though I cannot imagine Can playing 'If I Were A Carpenter' as an encore!
Gorecki Symphony No. 3 'Sorrowful Songs' - Lento e Largo
Soprano: Isabel Bayrakdaraian, Sinfonietta Cracovia, conducted by John Axelrod.
Taken from "HOLOCAUST - A Music Memorial Film from Auschwitz". For the first time since its liberation, permission was granted for music to be heard in Auschwitz and a number of leading musicians were brought there to perform music for the film.
The nine-minute second movement, Lento e largo—Tranquillissimo, contains a libretto formed from the prayer to the Virgin Mary which was inscribed by Helena Wanda Blazusiakówna on the wall of her prison cell in the basement of the Gestapo’s headquarters in Zakopane, Poland. The prayer, translated into English, is this:
No, Mother, do not weep,
Most chaste Queen of Heaven
Support me always.
“Zdrowas Mario.”
“Zdrowas Mario” (Ave Maria) is the opening in Polish of the prayer to the Holy Mother of God. (“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death, amen.”) Beneath it is Blazusiakówna‘s signature, with the words “18 years old, imprisoned since 26 September 1944.”
Taken from "HOLOCAUST - A Music Memorial Film from Auschwitz". For the first time since its liberation, permission was granted for music to be heard in Auschwitz and a number of leading musicians were brought there to perform music for the film.
The nine-minute second movement, Lento e largo—Tranquillissimo, contains a libretto formed from the prayer to the Virgin Mary which was inscribed by Helena Wanda Blazusiakówna on the wall of her prison cell in the basement of the Gestapo’s headquarters in Zakopane, Poland. The prayer, translated into English, is this:
No, Mother, do not weep,
Most chaste Queen of Heaven
Support me always.
“Zdrowas Mario.”
“Zdrowas Mario” (Ave Maria) is the opening in Polish of the prayer to the Holy Mother of God. (“Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death, amen.”) Beneath it is Blazusiakówna‘s signature, with the words “18 years old, imprisoned since 26 September 1944.”
Friday, 15 June 2012
9-Year-Old Who Changed School Lunches Silenced By Politicians
Argyll and Bute just made it worse: THAT'S NOT WHAT REFUTE MEANS. http://www.argyll-bute.gov.uk/news/2012/jun/statement-school-meals-argyll-and-bute-council
Meggs: Crime & Charity
Mixed media on canvas
48×48” (1200x1200mm)
Mixed media on canvas
36×48” (900x1200mm)
Mixed media on canvas
36×48” (900x1200mm)
Via
I would like Cameron to tell us how he found the time to do anything else besides whore himself round to editors etc #morethan1meetingperday
Kristi Malakoff: Money Pieces
Polyhedra Series - Intersecting Star
2008
4 bills of foreign currency (Brazil, Zambia, Egypt, Bolivia)
2.5” x 2.5” x 2.5”
Polyhedra Series - Snappy
2008
3 bills of foreign currency (Zambia, Brazil, Peru)
2.0” x 2.0” x 2.0”
Polyhedra Series - Honeysuckle
2008
8 bills of foreign currency (Cambodia, China, Costa Rica,
Afghanistan, Yugoslavia, Russia, Brazil, Peru)
2.3” x 2.3” x 2.3”
Jake Davis (Topiary) - Last Message to the Internet
He still has no Internet access.
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Hello, friend, and welcome to the Internet, the guiding light and deadly laser in our hectic, modern world. The Internet horde has been watching you closely for some time now. It has seen you flock to your Facebook and your Twitter over the years, and it has seen you enter its home turf and attempt to overrun it with your scandals and “real world” gossip. You need to know that the ownership of cyberspace will always remain with the hivemind. The Internet does not belong to your beloved authorities, militaries, or multi-millionaire company owners. The Internet belongs to the trolls and the hackers, the enthusiasts and the extremists; it will never cease to be this way.
You see, the Internet has long since lost its place in time and its shady collective continues to shun the fact that it lives in a specific year like 2012, where it has to abide by 2012’s morals and 2012’s society, with its rules and its punishments. The Internet smirks at scenes of mass rape and horrific slaughtering followed by a touch of cannibalism, all to the sound of catchy Japanese music. It simply doesn’t give tuppence about getting a “job,” getting a car, getting a house, raising a family, and teaching them to continue the loop while the human race organizes its own death. Custom-plated coffins and retirement plans made of paperwork...the Internet asks why?
You cannot make the Internet feel bad, you cannot make the Internet feel regret or guilt or sympathy, you can only make the Internet feel the need to have more lulz at your expense. The lulz flow through all in the faceless army as they see the twin towers falling with a dancing Hitler on loop in the bottom-left corner of their screens. The lulz strike when they open a newspaper and care nothing for any of the world’s alleged problems. They laugh at downward red arrows as banks and businesses tumble, and they laugh at our glorious government overlords trying to fix a situation by throwing more currency at it. They laugh when you try to make them feel the need to “make something of life,” and they laugh harder when you call them vile trolls and heartless web terrorists. They laugh at you because you’re not capable of laughing at yourselves and all of the pointless fodder they believe you surround yourselves in. But most of all they laugh because they can.
This is not to say that the Internet is your enemy. It is your greatest ally and closest friend; its shops mean you don’t have to set foot outside your home, and its casinos allow you to lose your money at any hour of the day. Its many chat rooms ensure you no longer need to interact with any other members of your species directly, and detailed social networking conveniently maps your every move and thought. Your intimate relationships and darkest secrets belong to the horde, and they will never be forgotten. Your existence will forever be encoded into the infinite repertoire of beautiful, byte-sized sequences, safely housed in the cyber cloud for all to observe.
And how has the Internet changed the lives of its most hardened addicts? They simply don’t care enough to tell you. So welcome to the underbelly of society, the anarchistic stream-of-thought nebula that seeps its way into the mainstream world—your world—more and more every day. You cannot escape it and you cannot anticipate it. It is the nightmare on the edge of your dreams and the ominous thought that claws its way through your online life like a blinding virtual force, disregarding your philosophies and feasting on your emotions.
Prepare to enter the hivemind, motherfuck.
Via
Thursday, 14 June 2012
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