Who wants to join my ambient band? I'm tired of exploring the loud side of the dynamic spectrum. Let's play our guitars with cottonballs on our fingers. We won't play on stages, because we are supposed to be way in the background, so at like coctail parties and gallery openings and such. We'll fill in the spaces between the idle chatter and play ( Read more... )

Art forms vary in the amount of active interpretation they require from their audience. Some art forms are more commonly active, requiring their audience to "fill in the blanks" to appreciate it. Other art forms allow the audience to be more passive as far as interpretation, giving the audience the bulk of the information that they need. Here is my ( Read more... )

I've been reading "A Year With Swollen Appendices: Brian Eno's Diary." What an inspirational guy, a perfect combination of bizarre out-thereness and levelheadedness. Contradicts the whole stereotype of the "crazy artist," while being about a million times more productive and creative than anyone else. Meanwhile, he's beautifully profane, breaking ( Read more... )

Went to go see the Found Magazine exhibit at the Intuit gallery on Saturday, essentially a collection of found letters, notes, photos, and ephemera, some with notes sent in by the contributors. Lots of fun and very interesting, in that the first reaction I had from most of these objects was bemused bewilderment, total confusion at what the original ( Read more... )

One of my biggest pet peeves is being obligated to do something. It's really childish, it goes back to parental rebellion, but, for example, while I like having clean dishes and I don't really mind washing them, the fact that I'm obligated to do so makes me resist doing it. The same thing with haircuts, I put off getting haircuts just to avoid the ( Read more... )

Hapless Harry leans into the lunch counter, his cheap suit hanging from his arms like an old woman's flesh, his finters clasping the edge like an eagle on a branch, and brays "How about a coffee for old Harry?" a question that is ostentatiously ignored by Doris, a woman so tired that she seems to be melting, despite the fact that the diner is ( Read more... )

Fuck it ( Read more... )

This is still related to the perfection in pop music topic below, sorry ( Read more... )

A continuation on my entry on perfection in pop music below ( Read more... )

Deflated beachball
Hung from a hatrack
Gut like a southpaw
Mouth like a mousetrap