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Daniela Rossell - Untitled [Ricas Y Famosas: Paulina On Her Father's Desk] (2000)
I found out today that Phillip Morris, convicted corporate racketeer, profits off my daily breakfast of Grape Nuts, the Philadelphia cream cheese on my bagel, my constant snacking on Cheese Nips, my occasional "ethical" statement of choosing Boca Burgers over factory-raised animals, and my nostaligia-fueled bias towars Miracle Whip. The operative word here is "choice" and the operative concern is how impossible it is to make choices in daily life without supporting large-scale structural evils.
I guess I don't know why I continue to be suprised that everything in my life sits in a morally-bland marinade of someone else's ownership. The whole situation reminds me of last week when I tried to eat Grape Nuts with a headache. Though they tasted fantastic, the reverberations of crunched dissonance made it a horrendously painful experience. With each bite I convinced myself that I could somehow put more thought into a gentler masticative pressure and successfully mash the joyous granules without reaping the negative effects. Of course I ended up with an empty bowl and a migrane. Grape Nuts can no longer be eaten with the pervasive headache of corprate irresponsibility or we'll all just keep chomping away and hurting ourselves. What does a society have to go to eat its breakfast in peace?
Nellie McKay - There You Are In Me (mp3) : Nellie rushes around in a dissonant, confusion-induced neural brainstorm until she breaks through a realization that she and her memory will always exist as having once existed.
The Ladybug Transistor - Splendor In The Grass (mp3): A twanged retropop ballad of firsts, complete with an angelic chorus esteeming the proverbial perpetual pasture.
The Slip - Poor Boy (mp3): These guys played Madison's Cafe Montmartre last night with a restrained unshaven swagger that almost disguised whitebread whiteboy pitfalls of sprinkling jammy guitar with harmonica solos and ending every song in broken summary chords.
Foreign Islands - We Know You Know It (mp3): The annoyance of the dissonant guitar that starts this track is second only too how played out guitar dissonance is. Luckily the heavy beat and Le Tigre vocals restore its relevance.
Christa Sommerer & Laurent Mignoneau - Lifewriter (2006) [movie]
Lifewriter translates typed text combinations into unique living organisms much like ribosomes translate mRNA into vitally diverse proteins. Or like neural systems translate sensory stimuli into unique thoughts that leap off our tongues and interact with their surroundings. Such a device visualizes a world where our efforts have real impact instead of the reality of being filed in static documents and forgotten in historical filing cabinents.
After working two unanticipated ten-hour-days on a salary, I wish my resolve would boom in the voice of Aretha Franklin or Mick Jagger. It instead spills out as drool on my pillow to a wafting Air lullabye fronted by a Joni Mitchell vulnerability and Casiotone self-consiousness. Sometimes my waking life feels like one of those psuedo-autobiographies by unmentioned ghostwriters with no meaningful interest in the story except pushing it towards comfortable pleasantries and linear structures.
Connor Harrington - All Aboard For A Great Day Out (2006)
If you haven't heard of the Klaxons, the gang of indie kids (the new jocks) will be around to metaphorically kick your pale ass with their hard-hitting, pretentious sarcasm. Tight synths are worn like jerseys while vintage references and finds are touted with the pride of plastic golden trophies and lapel-mantled American Eagles. The pounding strong-Strokes guitars sprint the bases and turn the joyous hook towards home with stylishly slanted headphones worn with immortality and an aloof attitude towards sliding in "safe". In this world, son, passionately soaring vocals will always win and will always be there to heckle you into self-loathing with their unwaivering coolness. If you convince mom to buy you a record player they might invite you to bring it to a listening party... or just laugh when you try to fit it into your locker.
Amanda Ross-Ho - 100 Arranged Marriages (2003)
This Amanda Ross-Ho sculture is one of 100 Arranged Marriages she orchestrated between random objects found strewn throughout her studio and house. I've been collecting some romantic objects myself and will be sending them to "sleepnotwork", "jenny", and "miranda"... lucky readers and winners of the Super Crazyish Halloween Giveaway Extravaganza Bonanza and its associated prize packages. Please email your mailing addresses to ImJustSayinIsAll@gmail.com by Friday to redeem your goodies.
But the fun doesn't end there! Commenters in the next two weeks will be entered to win one of three Borat posters and either a copy of his CD or a sticker! Has anyone see this movie-film yet? I found his making-promotion on Conan to be quite informative... about the nature of Conan's pubis and to watch out for a lady named Shirley who left his "anus was hang loose like a tired dog". Aside from the anti-semetic comedy classics including "In My Country There Is Problem", Borat's track "Born to Be Wild" is suprisingly fresh in this age of Man Man's yelping instrumentation, everyone's staccatoed vocalizations, Beirut's worldly eclectisism, and the thoughtful poignance of ironic covers.
Bright Eyes - NO Lies, Just Love (mp3)
The Antiques - Down To NO County (mp3)
