Ray Lewis visits Elon Football Team. Inspirational Speech. The thunder is a nice touch.
When you wake up in the mornings, don’t let your alarm clock be the only thing that wakes you up.
If you missed “Shinobi Marilyn” at Emily Amy Gallery, here’s a walkthrough video I made!
How cool. If you missed this show, or you don’t happen to own a sweet Hokusai/Anderson “Great Wave” print, this seems like a good way to figure out what you missed. Have any other artists done walkthroughs of their gallery shows? Postcards and catalogs are nice keepsakes and all, but it’s not like being there. Maybe if there were an easy way to set up your own Google Street View gallery walkthrough…
Amado mio, OK.
love me forever. DONE.
And let forever … YES, RITA HAYWORTH?
begin tonight. OH FANTASTIC.
Analysis of Blade Runner. In which I learned that Deckard’s apartment scenes were modeled after Frank Lloyd Wright’s Ennis House, which has relief design inspired by the Mayan temples at Uxmal, which, unicorns aside, is an interesting architectural hint, when you recall that the Tyrell Corporation is headquartered in a gigantic-ass pyramid. Via Film Studies for Free, which I discovered on my journey waaaaaaaaaaaaaay down the rabbithole of film writing after watching and reading about Thief and related works.
Steve Reich’s tape piece “Come Out”, from 1966. When people talk about someone “coming out” this track often shows up in my head, unannounced. Even though it is, obviously, about something very different.
From listening to this track, I learned something about how my mouth makes sounds and my brain turns those sounds into meaning. Say “come out to show them” over and over for a minute and understand the difference between a vowel and a “sh”, and how the “sh” can very easily become a rhythmic device not unlike a hi-hat. And when you say it over and over you can feel how the phrase turns from “words” into “sounds” and you can get a sense of how your brain has been trained to extract meaning from these sounds but can sort of fall asleep on the job, lulled by repetition.
I remember being invited up to NYC or WBAI–before they became so political they were very musical–and being asked to play “Come Out,” and the switchboard lit up like a tree. “Your transformer’s broken and the needle’s stuck in the groove! Will you PLEASE fix it?”
Calling this the funkiest bassline in the history of recorded music. After it kicks into the main groove at 1:30, an entire universe with a six-billion-year history opens up between the beat and the delayed third note Michael Henderson plays each bar.
Vigilante Vigilante: The Battle for Expression. Some people get their thrills from graffiti/street art/etc., other people get their thrills from painting over other people’s graffiti/street art/etc. Hilarity ensues. I wish I was able to see this over at Cinefest today.