Saturday, January 10, 2015
Friday, January 9, 2015
SONG #9 of 365 demos in 365 days!! FRANKIE DELMANE- Street Trash
SONG #9 in my 365 demos in 365 days projects I began on TWITTER at the start of this year. Come join in on the fun- so many cool songs to upload and share this year- everyday will be a NEW surprise video AND song!!
Tuesday, December 30, 2014
Tuesday, July 29, 2014
COME PICK UP YOUR TRASH!!! NUMBER 23 HAS ARRIVED!!!
Friday, March 21, 2014
RECORD STORE DAY TO SEE MORE MIDDLE AGED WHITE DUDES THAN EVER BEFORE
2014's Record Store Day is set to be a record breaking event for the middle aged white man, whose disposable income has tripled in the last 5 years do to his brand new tech savvy job. Concerns and fears were raised by College students this week over being able to actually get the cool, new, limited edition 7" records from their favorite indie bands in light of this year's massive middle aged influx.
"Middle aged dudes are far more aggressive than their younger counterparts," stated Dr. Kilby Rhodes, head of psychology at USC, "They tend to get crankier more quickly, shower less, and have an enormous sense of expectation that can be frightening." Students at UC Berkley affirm these fears. "Those middle aged white dudes are crazy, " said Sergio Pimentel, a second year Law Student. "They will do anything to get those Flaming Lips or White Stripes exclusives." Last year, a middle aged white dude bit Sergio's hand so badly he needed 32 stitches.
"We are prepared this year" said Jefferson Smith, floor manager at Amoeba Music in Hollywood, "we have plenty of floor staff scheduled to escort the bladder impaired to the rest room 6, 7, maybe 8 times with in the hour- as many of these men will no doubt fill up on coffee, beer, and soda at the restaurant next door, and then demand to use our employee bathroom because they are too drunk to remember the place they just left has a public bathroom for customer use. We are ready for all of it, though we do advise you steer clear when you see one of these middle aged white dudes in action -between their girth, determination to fill the empty void in their souls, and general displeasure with the way the world turns, you could get seriously injured if you are caught in the cross fire" said Smith, who best handles these situations making sure his store is stocked with middle aged white man goodies to quell any disappointments. "As long as you carry tons of Wilco, Sonic Youth, and Beck records- anything the middle aged white dude cannot get exclusive to that day will be forgotten- these legacy artists are a sure fire "fix' to any middle aged crazy that may occur.
Such things over heard from years gone by; "What do you mean you only got 5 copies?" "Oh, I'll just find it on line. Thanks for nothing." "It's a Third Man exclusive? Lame."
"Middle aged dudes are far more aggressive than their younger counterparts," stated Dr. Kilby Rhodes, head of psychology at USC, "They tend to get crankier more quickly, shower less, and have an enormous sense of expectation that can be frightening." Students at UC Berkley affirm these fears. "Those middle aged white dudes are crazy, " said Sergio Pimentel, a second year Law Student. "They will do anything to get those Flaming Lips or White Stripes exclusives." Last year, a middle aged white dude bit Sergio's hand so badly he needed 32 stitches.
"We are prepared this year" said Jefferson Smith, floor manager at Amoeba Music in Hollywood, "we have plenty of floor staff scheduled to escort the bladder impaired to the rest room 6, 7, maybe 8 times with in the hour- as many of these men will no doubt fill up on coffee, beer, and soda at the restaurant next door, and then demand to use our employee bathroom because they are too drunk to remember the place they just left has a public bathroom for customer use. We are ready for all of it, though we do advise you steer clear when you see one of these middle aged white dudes in action -between their girth, determination to fill the empty void in their souls, and general displeasure with the way the world turns, you could get seriously injured if you are caught in the cross fire" said Smith, who best handles these situations making sure his store is stocked with middle aged white man goodies to quell any disappointments. "As long as you carry tons of Wilco, Sonic Youth, and Beck records- anything the middle aged white dude cannot get exclusive to that day will be forgotten- these legacy artists are a sure fire "fix' to any middle aged crazy that may occur.
Such things over heard from years gone by; "What do you mean you only got 5 copies?" "Oh, I'll just find it on line. Thanks for nothing." "It's a Third Man exclusive? Lame."
Record Store Day 2014 is April 19.
Thursday, January 30, 2014
Wednesday, December 11, 2013
REJECT THE SYSTEM WITH RIOT GIRL RUIN: The Punk Singer (2013)
The Punk Singer is a documentary about Kathleen Hanna, singer of feminist punk rock band Bikini Kill. It details her life in music and art up to the present day. Inside the first 25 minutes I was already acting like a shitty, bullish man- taking ownership of the feminist punk narrative in my own mind, shaming this documentary for lack of historical perspective in regards to this riot girl revolt; Anti-Scrunti Faction, Frightwig, The Neo Boys, Lydia Lunch, M99, The Gits, The Slits, Delta 5, The Raincoats, X Ray Spex, Diamanda Galas- just to name a few. All feminist artists- some far more extreme and bold than any in the Riot Girl Movement. I was chaffed at the very notion that the film begins it's narrative as if that stuff had never existed- that the only historical perspective they offer is the way back 60s Gloria Steinem connect. The cover for Patti Smith's Horses LP did as much for freeing young women's (and men's) ideas about sexuality as a dozen fanzines.
Once I had gotten this out of my brain space, I sat back, shut the fuck up and realized that this is one person's story that explodes into a thousand, maybe a million, other people's stories. That it is a story we can all relate to makes it that much more endearing. The struggle to be heard above the din, to escape our childhood dramas, to be loved, to give love, to create, to help, to force the world to see our vision of ourselves rather than the one assigned to us at birth. The documentary itself is not as stunning and deep as you may want- lacking fluidity, style, a cohesive story telling directive that could have expressed more the explosive, thrilling, intoxicating magic of this time period, the riot girl movement, the pulse and throb of the music. It misses this opportunity entirely. It has a flat, matter of fact vibe- one that engages, but never engrosses. The film also feels one sided- no women from any other scene are represented, or comment on the riot girl movement and how it may have affected them during this period. It would have been nice to see a wider perspective.
As you come to the reason Kathleen Hanna retired from performance in 2005, it becomes a fragile, human drama, and the entirety of the film and all of it's attendant problems are rendered moot, as you see this woman reach to become herself again. The final frame is given to our subject matter- still tough, still energized, still ready to remind those who forget, you don't need anybody but yourself and those who got your back. The rest is just bullshit hype.
Once I had gotten this out of my brain space, I sat back, shut the fuck up and realized that this is one person's story that explodes into a thousand, maybe a million, other people's stories. That it is a story we can all relate to makes it that much more endearing. The struggle to be heard above the din, to escape our childhood dramas, to be loved, to give love, to create, to help, to force the world to see our vision of ourselves rather than the one assigned to us at birth. The documentary itself is not as stunning and deep as you may want- lacking fluidity, style, a cohesive story telling directive that could have expressed more the explosive, thrilling, intoxicating magic of this time period, the riot girl movement, the pulse and throb of the music. It misses this opportunity entirely. It has a flat, matter of fact vibe- one that engages, but never engrosses. The film also feels one sided- no women from any other scene are represented, or comment on the riot girl movement and how it may have affected them during this period. It would have been nice to see a wider perspective.
As you come to the reason Kathleen Hanna retired from performance in 2005, it becomes a fragile, human drama, and the entirety of the film and all of it's attendant problems are rendered moot, as you see this woman reach to become herself again. The final frame is given to our subject matter- still tough, still energized, still ready to remind those who forget, you don't need anybody but yourself and those who got your back. The rest is just bullshit hype.
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