Visual representations of the state of my mind.
Boxes full of nothing.
Themselves composed of discarded, irrelevant, redundant information.

"This song is Copyrighted in U.S., under Seal of Copyright #154085, for a period of 28 years, and anybody caught singin' it without our permission will be mighty good friends of ourn cause we don't give a dern. Publish it. Write it. Sing it. Swing to it. Yodel it. We wrote it, that's all we wanted to do." —Woody Guthrie, in a songbook from the 1930s.
We are sometimes very clever monkeys. I like that.
http://www.1bitsymphony.com/
Tristan Perich: 1-Bit Symphony (Part 1: Overview) from Tristan Perich on Vimeo.
http://www.fisher-price.com/fp.aspx?st=7080&e=product&pid=54776
From the "Toys -backwards R- Us" ad copy above: "He can throw a ball, lift weights, dream, walk, talk, rap and more! "
Sorry, "dream"?!
I got no beef with hundred dollar toys that pound their fists, rap, and roll over, but 'dream'? No thank you. No toys with aspirations in my house.
You're a toy, and you're always gonna be a toy.
About four years ago, fed up with being treated like an ATM by the pinheads on their cellphones, I put up this sign at the video store. I also posted it on Photobucket, emailed it to a few fellow retail-monkeys, put it on my MySpace page (This pic is a later one, but shows the original sign in its original place: http://www.myspace.com/ginsoak/photos/61960451 ).
Last night I went to the midnight premiere of "Scott Pilgram vs the World". I'm a big fan of the director Edgar Wright, and the early reviews were great, so I decided to catch it early.
About 10 minutes into the film the Scott character gets a call from his bitchy sister Stacey, who works as a barista. Something in the background catches my eye; look at the sign over her left shoulder:
And for easier comparison:

Four years after putting this up out of frustration with shitty customers it works its way to Hollywood, where some set designer/art director decides it's a good background sign for a bitchy barista....
AWESOME!!!
I stole this from an article on 'theworld.org":
"Consider this: in their version of Live and Let Die, the members of Pato Fu are all playing toy instruments. A toy piano, tiny drum kit, a baby-scale electric guitar, a plastic synth-keyboard with two octaves.
It’s part of a music video genre loosely known as VideoSong. The rules for videosongs can be summed up as what you hear is what you get: the sounds MUST be seen in the video, no lip-syncing allowed. And in Pato Fu’s VideoSong, they nail the Paul McCartney and Wings classic."
It's pretty amazing work right from the start, but it slips into crazy-fun around 2:40.
These vids are just little bits I had on my camera. The bottom three are just him working my RX-7 through her paces around the island. I wish (I wish) I had shot more.
The first one (across the fire, him strumming) is my favorite.
(Fuck, I miss you man).
Passing with Orrin.
Best Summer Ever 2008 MySpace Video
Cornering with Orrin.
Best Summer Ever 2008 MySpace Video
Addendum: This is a video Orrin made a few years ago and posted on Youtube. His description:
"this generation's wars from eyes on the ground...the faces and names are placeholders. those who were there remember. the rest can only watch"
I found it through this article (© by Lily Casura): http://www.healingcombattrauma.com/2010/07/anatomy-of-a-suicide-only-halfway-home-from-war.html
Reposted (stolen) from my friend Mike's blog.
This is the sort of moment the internet excels at. Oddly to me (considering the topic) this doesn't even mention the internet, but without the 'net I wouldn't have had the chance to see, enjoy, repost.
Anyways, this is a great 10 minute doc:
Chris Lowe: "If you just want to create a Pet Shop Boys sound instantly you can program some drumbeats and then play an A-minor chord over it: “Oh, God, that sounds like the Pet Shop Boys. Oh, that’s the trick, is it?"
Original article: http://out.com/detail.asp?id=25235
Inspired by some recent postings by my friend Mike I started thinking about the music from the '80s. Some outstanding goddamn songs were written amidst all the (otherwise still pretty good) pop. Here are two that will forever break my heart:
"Somebody" from Depeche Mode
"Your Funny Uncle" by the Pet Shop Boys