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THE SUPERSONIC DIARIES – PART 1

July 27, 2009 · 2 Comments

Just got back from Supersonic in Birmingham, tired, a little bit deafer but generally pretty happy as the Capsule ladies put together another fine festival. The usual mix of great performances from bands you know and some great discoveries to boot.  All augmented by good company, a sweet stall and the close proximity of the hotel for the stumble home.

I didn’t really want to write a ‘what I did post’ so here’s a few videos of some of the acts that I enjoyed.

 MASTER MUSICIANS OF BUKKAKE AT SUPERSONIC 2009

MASTER MUSICIANS OF BUKKAKE AT SUPERSONIC 2009

One of Saturday’s highlights was the Master Musicians of Bukkake, I didn’t know too much about them before other than that a couple of guys from Earth are in the group.  I just knew this was going to be good when they came on stage dressed like a cross between scarlet bee keepers and the alchemist from Jodorowsky’s Holy Mountain.  Oh and the singer was dressed like Swamp Thing.  The correct term for their music is No Age but World Drone is pretty near the mark.  Simultaneously heavy and mellow.

Light Trap took to the stage on Saturday, a Brum noise supergroup if ever there was one, made up of Nic Bullen (Napalm Death and Scorn), Johnny Doom (Haxan, Doom and Sore Throat) and Doug from Una Corda on drums.  More soon hopefully.  Here’s a short document of Nic’s return to the mic….

On Saturday the curse of Skullflower struck again.  Which means that every time there’s a chance for me to see them play something happens to stop me.  This time it was simply that the venue was too crowded to even get in the door.  The upside of this was that got to watch the entirety of Marnie Stern’s set next door.  Lots of fun, plenty of finger tapping etc  though I have to say that I was a little disappointed that she wasn’t wearing  a headband.  Though I suppose the guitarist from Goblin made up for that on Sunday night.

Saturday night finished with Monotonix taking it to the kids in all their sweaty glory.

Sunday’s triple header of Pontiak followed by Arbouretum followed by Earthless was downright amazing.  Mark was well and truly in the ‘Zone’.

And the whole weekend was wound up by the Italian Horror Metal legends, Goblin.

Cheers to Lisa and Jenny for another fine weekend!

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THE SUPERSONIC DIARIES – PART3 (The Agony and the Ecstasy)

July 27, 2009 · 1 Comment

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THE SUPERSONIC DIARIES – PART 2 (Blackberry Low Frequency Road-Test)

July 27, 2009 · Leave a Comment

In an earlier post,  10 Watt wall of Sound, I talked about my interest in low resolution film.  Supersonic seemed like a pretty good place to road-test some of the more extreme limitations of my extremely limited Blackberry’s  video camera, specifically how it reacted to Low Frequency, high level sound.

Let’s have a look at the results.

Here’s how the recording of PCM turned out.

Next up was Scorn

Followed swiftly by Sunn o)))

The results seemed pretty conclusive but I decided  to continue my studies…

Here’s how the Blackberry’s camera handles difficult lighting conditions courtesy of Monotonix

It does seems to react pretty well to Goblin’s synths though!

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CLAUS & LUCAS, LUCAS & CLAUS, CLAUS & CLAUS, LUCAS & LUCAS.

July 20, 2009 · Leave a Comment

'THE PSYCHOTIC' BY KEITH FARQUHAR (1996)

'THE PSYCHOTIC' BY KEITH FARQUHAR (1996)

In an earlier post (THE WALL) I mentioned that I had attended a Q & A with Dennis Cooper at the South London Gallery.  During said Q & A, Mr Cooper mentioned in passing a novel called “The Third Lie” by Agota Kristof.  This seemed like a pretty good recommendation, so I found a copy of the book.  It turns out “The Third Lie” is in fact the third novel in a trilogy, following the “The Notebook” and “The Proof” in the series.  Conveniently Grove Press publish this in a single edition.

I’d been spending a lot of time recently, in a literary sense, in California, rereading all the mighty Raymond Chandler “Marlowe” novels and dipping into the work of John Fante for the first time.  Kristof’s novel sent me straight back to Europe.  Though to be fair the novels never fully establish their setting. It would seem that the novels are set in Hungary, the Author’s country of original before she was forced to flee the country to Switzerland during the Revolution of 1956. Describing the narrative of this book is a misleading exercise but put simply it is the story of the lives of  of  twin brothers Lucas and Claus.  ”The Notebook” begins with their Second World War evacuation, by their Mother from their native city, to their estranged, eccentric Grandmother.  ”The Notebook” presents a tableau of rural poverty and cruelty as the boys both accustom themselves to the abuse of their Grandmother and what will be become a lifetime of isolation.  This is done in two main forms, firstly through and almost endless list of concentration and deprivation exercises (including exercises in ‘Fasting’ and ‘Cruelty’) and secondly through ‘The Notebook’, which is constantly adjusted to compliment their findings.  The notebook is hidden and most only contain that which is found to be ‘true’.

The book is written in an objective tone which leaves one with the impression that what is actually being described in this rural family tale, is an exploration of the nature of Evil.  Norman Mailer attempted this with his final book “The Castle in the Forest” (2007) his Hitler family saga, but couldn’t resist revealing the narrator was an Angel rather quickly.  Nothing quite so mythological happens here, though we have various configurations of Patricide and Matricide later on.  The book finishes with the separation of the boys as one crosses the land-mined frontier, aided by the boys Father whose death reveals the location of the mines, whilst the other twin remains alone in their deceased Grandmothers house.

The book is narrated by the boys as “We”.

‘The Proof’ continues the story of Lucas, the twin who remains, into adulthood.  Lucas’ separation from his twin, left only with the skeletons of his mother and his baby sister for company, has dire consequences on his Psyche. A revolution and counter-revolution come and go and Lucas befriends and adopts a young woman and her son; the product of an incestuous relationship with her father.  He continues work on ‘The Notebook’, which as time passes becomes instead “The Proof” that his Brother actually existed. We begin to discover that many of the historical facts about the Boy’s life, that anchor the first book of the sequence may not actually be true.  The book finishes with the suicide of Lucas’ adoptive son, the disappearance of Lucas and the appearance of Claus.  Claus becomes the beneficiary of the Notebook. Claus is unable to find his brother and is to be deported back across the Frontier.  The Notebook is produced as proof of the existence of his Brother, and his true Nationality but it is revealed that the work has in fact been written in the hand of Claus, himself  over the period of six months, which is in fact the duration of his stay in his old home town.

The book is narrated in the Third Person.

The final installment  ”The Third Lie”, is narrated in the first person, ostensibly by Claus. Believing himself to be seriously ill, he waits in his prison cell for his extradition.  He describes his young life in a rehabilitation centre, which is now an orphanage, where he is recovering from a mysterious spinal injury.  His parents and brother never come to visit him  and when the building is struck by a bomb, with know one to claim him he is sent to stay with an abusive peasant woman whom he learns to call ‘Grandmother’. She eventually dies and Claus crosses the frontier by blackmailing a man who is killed by a land mine.  The authorities can find no evidence of his claim that he originally had family in the country and his extradition continues.  He is sent to the embassy in the capital.  We learn that when he crossed the border as a child he gave his brothers name.  His name is Lucas

With the help of a friendly diplomat he learns that his brother, Claus is a famous poet, who is alive and living with his Mother in the capital.  he makes contact.  The second part of the book is narrated by Claus, who eventually agrees to meet his brother but hides his existence from his Mother. He denies he has a brother, despite Lucas’ recollections.  Lucas leaves never to return.  Claus describes the disintegration of his family, his mothers shooting of his father, and the consequent ricochet that hit his brother.  He is left to be raised by a woman, who unbeknownst to him, was his Father’s mistress and with his half-sister.  Years later he discovers the truth and returns to his Mother, who mistakes him for his brother.  The last contact that he ever has with his brother is a note asking that he be buried in the cemetery plot near to  his parents.

This is a gross over simplification of the novel’s plot line.

"Up Against the White Wall" by Anthony Green (2008)

"UP AGAINST THE WHITE WALL" BY ANTHONY GREEN (2008)

These books are one of the most powerful expressions that I have come across of the fragmented self. Not necessarily in the story they tell but in the effect that they had upon me as reader; exposing my willingness for a certain kind of overarching narrative, into which memory can be adjusted to fit within.  Characters with the same name, major and minor, reappear throughout as completely different individuals whose memories contradict our understanding of the sequence. The narrative continually unfolds and even the completion of the cycle does not offer closure.  For instance there is the implication that the reason for Claus/Lucas’ fragmentation is the trauma of the gunshot wound accidentally inflicted by his mother as she shoots her husband, when he reveals his infidelity. However given that many such suggestions are made throughout the cycle the occurrence of this suggestion, near to the end of the last book, does not give it particular credence.  There are many endings, throughout, which seem plausible, or better still they convince us of their plausibility.  This could simply be a story of the pain of separation from one’s family in desperate times yet it could equally be some traumatic fantasy spewed out by a diseased mind.  It is strange for such a narrative book to almost destroy any sense of narrative.  The work forms a loop.  The form of the book itself of beginnings and ends is exposed.

Two other books spring to mind in relation to this firstly, and appropriately as it was his suggestion that brought me to the book, Dennis Coopers’ ‘Period’.  The final book in his George Miles cycle.  A book that is literally a mirror, within the cycle which itself circular, that spins the reader in every which way. (Strangely the other book I read on Cooper’s suggestion the “The Show that Smells” by Derek McCormack, is set  in a hall of mirrors. )

The other book, and the clue was in the post ‘Night-Time Visitor‘, was Whitley Strieber’s recollection of  alien abduction “Communion”.  A book that described the pain of False Memory Syndrome and that as a cultural phenomenon was used both to debunk and popularise its very existence.  My feeling about ‘Communion’ is that it doesn’t really matter whether the events that are described happened or not.  For me either possibility is equally disturbing, that of being abducted by aliens or constructing a fantasy of being abducted by aliens and actually really believing it.   (I choose for these purposes to ignore the possibility that the book was merely written for the purposes of relaunching the career of a writer who’s popularity had passed. Though, that may be the case.)

What I think is remarkable about Kristof’s book is that despite all the deftness of the authors mind, her touch is light. One does not realise one is being led.  There is one tiny exception when the author makes clear reference to the Lucas/Claus anagram but other than that the intellect of the author is hidden, completely convincingly within these three novels and the many possible worlds that she creates. This is definitely a recommendation.

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NIGHT-TIME VISITOR

July 19, 2009 · Leave a Comment

WHOM??

I found this in my bed a few nights ago. Spooky.

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DASH SNOW R.I.P.

July 15, 2009 · Leave a Comment

UNTITLED 2007

R.I.P.

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AN ASIDE: CLARE’S PHOTOS – VOLUME 1 “THE WORLD OF WILDLIFE.”

July 15, 2009 · 1 Comment

avebury sheep

AVEBURY SHEEP

It’s been slow blog week for me. Which means a busy week in the real world.  Also I’ve been reading something that I’d like to write about and it’s going to take a couple more days to get through it.  So a little bit of an interlude….

I can’t take photos. Never could do. I can document works and I can gather research material but that is about it. I can’t as it were capture real life. I suppose that I’ve always felt that photographing what’s happening around me somehow separated me from it rather than immortalised it.  Building myths.  This attitude is fine when you are young and in the moment of the memory but the problem is now that I have about half a dozen photos documenting my life so far.

I should  also add that part of the reason that I can’t take photographs is that the sheer range of possibilities actually scares me. Why this image and not that one?

So as a result of my mild photo-phobia (If anyone knows what the correct term for ‘fear of photography is please let me know), my holiday snaps suck.  Mainly architectural details and odd things scrawled on the wall for later ‘research purposes’, maybe I’ll post some at a later date to prove my point.  So last year  I bought Clare a camera for her birthday and as way of an aside until I’m ready to write the next post. I’d like to post the first in an occasional series; ‘Clare’s Photos”.  We’re starting with a collection called “The World of Wildlife”….

Incidentally all the photos are by Clare Ewer and the captions by me, so I can’t vouch for them being particularly accurate.  I’m no wildlife expert.

OWL - DUXFORD

WEIRD OWL - DUXFORD

MARK MEETS A HORSE - LONDON

MARK MEETS A HORSE - LONDON

MAN-BIRD - BERLIN

MAN-BIRD - BERLIN

CHIPMUNK - A GHOST TOWN, COLORADO

CHIPMUNK AND HOLE - A GHOST TOWN, COLORADO

MONKEY - BERLIN

SATISFIED LOOKING MONKEY - BERLIN

HARE - NORFOLK

STARTLED HARE - NORFOLK

Closer to home, we have a family of Foxes who live in our garden…. A brief introduction (all of which were taken from the kitchen window.)

SE4 MOTHER FOX

SE4 MOTHER FOX

NUB THE CUB - LONDON

NUB THE CUB - LONDON

YOW THE CUB - LONDON

YOW THE CUB - LONDON

There is another cub, ‘Dudley’ but he is difficult to photograph.

Pop music fans may note that the cubs all have Jesus Lizard related names. That is because their appearance coincided with the bands reunion shows.

I hope that you enjoyed that brief educational, pictorial ride.  Normal service to resume shortly.

ps. In reference to the earlier post ‘The Analogue Sunset’ you may like to check out this Flicker group ‘goodbyeoldtv’

pps. I finally have some footage of part of the “Disclosure” video installed at Broadway Cinema, Nottingham. Thanks to Matt Davenport

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OUCH! ONE MORE NIGHT

July 9, 2009 · Leave a Comment

zombie1

Too much openings.

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MAN ON PLINTH….

July 7, 2009 · 1 Comment

Apparently Rainbows aren’t  represented that well via mobile phone camera….

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THE ANALOGUE SUNSET

July 5, 2009 · Leave a Comment

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As most of us are probably aware at some point soon ‘they’ are going to be turning off the analogue TV signal and making the change to a purely digital one.  It’s called the Digital Switchover.  It’s also known, in the US judging from the spelling, as the “Analog Sunset”, which to me is a beautiful image.  It reminds me of one of my favourite Silver Jews’ lyrics….’From the digital fountains to the analog mountains.’  I really like that line, in fact I’ve paraphrased it in the title of a sculpture I made called “Analogue Fountain” which was a Gysin Dreamachine-ish type construction.  The ‘fountain’ to which it was analogous to was, of course, Duchamp’s famous urinal.  I digress.  For the purpose of this thought lets reverse those lyrics (sorry DC Berman) and pretend they said ‘From the analog mountains to the digital fountains”.

We are moving away from the television as a single monolithic structure that we all partake to a much more fractured, personally led experience.  In the UK until relatively recently (we only got our fourth TV channel in 1993, with the 5th following in 1997) we have clung very much to TV as a shared social experience with the most popular shows remaining the same Soap Operas that have remained our favourites for decades.  The only thing to rival these shows has been the recent rebirth of the talent contest in which we get to see our fellow country-folk publicly humiliate themselves.

Photo by Alan Stanton

Photo by Alan Stanton

Now I’m not trying to say that the digital switchover is a bad thing.  I don’t feel that the sense of community or shared social experience that Television creates will be a great loss or that we look back upon and think “I remember when you used to be able to go out and leave all the doors open and only get 3 channels, with a bad reception”.  I for one was incredibly happy when we got our first Freeview box, mainly simply because we finally got a decent picture on Channel 5, despite (or in spite) of the fact we live a few miles down the road from the massive mast at Crystal Palace.  I now subscribe to Sky and find it quite hard to believe that I managed to live so long without live sport and the ability to pause the action at my merest whim.  This is just an observation of the obvious fact that things are changing very quickly.  We are rapidly becoming our own programmers, building our bespoke TV experience via satellite, the internet and hard disk recorders.  This of course, will produce a related new phenomena of bespoke advertising, as our viewing profiles enable companies to target us directly but that is for another day.

The reason that this is in my mind is that tomorrow Alan Kane’s commission for the public art body Artangel goes on air.  It’s called “Life Class: Today’s nude” and it will be broadcast on Channel 4 from 6th to the 10th July at 12.30pm daily.  You can find out some more about the project here http://www.artangel.org.uk/projects/2009/life_class

Life-Class

I don’t want to try and describe the project or to explain what it means but let’s just say that that it is a live “Life Class” that will be broadcast as part of Channel 4’s daytime TV schedule.  It sounds strangely simple put like that but of course its not. I believe that this work was commissioned at the same time as Roger Hiorns’ vastly ambitious sculpture “Seizure” which opened in September last year.  That involved crystalising a whole council flat with Copper Sulphate! It is now July 2009 and Alan’s project is just getting ready to broadcast.  The point being that whilst television is our favourite medium by far it is also the most difficult one to truly interact with.  It’s not a reciprocating relationship.  Perhaps the advances in technology are changing that but in a vastly different form that single, monolithic audience, made up of your friends and neighbours is disappearing.  I’ve always thought that Television was the kind of holy grail for artists and a place that Art should really be given the opportunity to exist.  I don’t mean programmes about artists (to see my own wretched example click here, oops), I mean actual artworks. I have a feeling that Alan’s project, which is one of a tiny number of such projects, could well turn out to be the final Artwork broadcast on what we have known until now, as Television.  This possibility is not helped by the general economic climate, and the attached crisis in Television and arts programming.  It feels appropriate, if this is the case, that it is Alan’s work that will occupy this place, as he is an artist who observes and captures those things that pass fleetingly pass before our eyes then disappear forever.

So make sure you catch it.  I’ve set the Sky box.

(Ps. Alan Kane currently has an exhibition at Ancient and Modern in London.)

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