eat-girls
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Ale Hop
Rojin Sharafi
Immersion
Full of Hell and Andrew Nolan
Tashi Dorji
Lewis Spybey
Mother Mallard’s Portable Masterpiece Co.
Legendary Pink Dots
Iceman Junglist Kru
Dean Blunt ft. Elias Rønnenfelt
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eat-girls Canine
‘Area Silenzio is eat-girls’ debut record and it is both haunted and haunting. For the past four years, the French trio have been crafting their songs into little self-contained worlds with the patience of entomologists, taking them out all over the country and Europe to confront them with the wilderness of a live audience. The ten resulting tracks are a collection of electronic madrigals, groove-driven songs played on a mischievous multi-speed Victrola, ranging from languid dub drips to full-on drum machine cavalcades.’ — Bureau B
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0018 The Artist Who Has No Culture
‘collaboration with Time Consumer and Nadja Sky, features poetry by John Dowland, J.R.R. Tolkien, and a Heraclitus fragment quoted by Jason Jorjani.’ — administration des ventes
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Ale Hop Pollinators
‘Ale Hop is an artist, researcher and experimental musician. Her work includes live shows, record releases, sound and video artworks, research on sound and technology, and original music for film and dance. Her live performances merge the physical qualities of music with raw emotional states. She builds layers of sounds by blending a complex repertoire of guitar techniques processed by synthesis devices, to create a music of deep physical intensity.’ — Buh Records
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Rojin Sharafi Othered Bodies
‘The Tehran-born sonic alchemist has developed a unique approach over the last few years, combining her analog gear with oddly-sequenced electronic rhythms, sound design elements from Max/MSP and melodies from the santur (an Iranian hammered dulcimer) and prepared piano. She arranges these elements into a more defined narrative this time around, using the “in-between space” that a cut might create to ponder the nature of love and attraction, internalized shame, language and statelessness.’ — boomkat
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Immersion I’m Barely Here
‘Built around Colin Newman from acclaimed UK post-punk band Wire and his partner in life and sound Malka Spigel from Minimal Compact with various guests, they define collaboration. Colin met Malka when he produced her band in 1985.The collaboration started there. They became a couple and created their own projects like the instrumental electronic duo Immersion in 1994 and Githead in 2004 – spaces where they both ‘feel really comfortable.’ Growing out of Immersion, Nanocluster was birthed as a series of one-off gigs at the Rosehill in their new hometown of Brighton in 2017 with an added cast of influential and cutting edge musicians. These were not ad hoc jams. The songs had been written and rehearsed prior to each performance. This adventure led to a debut album, Nanocluster Vol 1, released in 2021 with Stereolab singer/guitarist Laetitia Sadier, German post-rock duo Tarwater, electronic musician Ulrich Schnauss and experimental artist Robin Rimbaud (Scanner).’ — Swim
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Full of Hell and Andrew Nolan Sphere of Saturn
‘Andrew Nolan has often occupied similar spaces to Full Of Hell throughout his career, with his musical pedigree reaching back to the comparable acidic powerviolence-noise of projects like Column Of Heaven, the glacial, sledgehammer sludge of The Endless Blockade and the gut-punch hardcore of early project, Ebola. Full Of Hell has spent the last few years skirting the edges of various genres, slowly angling towards what would be their newest sound which coalesced into the bizarre, endlessly compelling mathcore-via-arena-rock they developed on Coagulated Bliss earlier this year.’ — Toilet ov Hell
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Tashi Dorji we will be wherever the fires are lit
‘“Strumming in opposition to the towers” (as Tashi Dorji puts it) is part of an existence that is always political, even in its most abstract iterations – a truth laid bare in these deep, raw performances.’ — Drag City
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Lewis Spybey Castle Neptune
‘From out of nowhere comes a unique collaborative album from Edvard Graham Lewis & Mark Spybey. Mixing lush electronic rhythms, sonic collage, ambient soundscapes and manipulated field recordings, these six compositions form an album with a strong identity. That this is such a vital and fertile partnership should come as no surprise. After all, both men have made careers out of creating confidently questing musics. Lewis with Wire, He Said, Hox, Dome etc. and Spybey with Dead Voices on Air, Beehatch, Altered Statesmen, Zoviet France and so on. This new album however, is something different again: experimental, yet tightly focussed, and not averse to the groove or the sly hook.’ — Shiny Beast
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Mother Mallard’s Portable Masterpiece Co. The Continuing Story of Counterpoint, pt 1
‘I founded Mother Mallard’s Portable Masterpiece Co. in the spring of 1969. I was Composer-Pianist for Dance at Cornell University but I had also been working nights for two years at the Moog Company in Trumansburg, NY, a short drive from Ithaca, trying to understand the then-in-development Moog Synthesizer for making music and possibly to use it in live performance.
‘At first I used Mother Mallard to perform new music at Cornell because no one else was doing it. Steve Drews was the first member of my band. I was 30 and he was 23.
‘Our first few concerts involved asking other musicians to help and gathering amplification and sound system gear, which was new at the time for classical music. Some of the composers we presented on these early concerts were Robert Ashley, Morton Feldman, Daniel Lentz, Jon Hassell, Terry Riley, John Cage, Philip Glass, Steve Reich and others.
‘By 1970 Steve and I started performing with synthesizers while the MiniMoog was being invented. Bob Moog was an early supporter of the band and made sure we had the synthesizers we needed. We used the Model A Mini as well as a few portable modular models. It soon became obvious that we needed another keyboardist because all of the Moogs were monophonic (one could not play more than one note at a time) We soon found Linda Fisher; intrigued by the synthesizers, she decided to join our ensemble. By 1970, Mother Mallard became a synthesizer ensemble playing our own compositions. All the pieces are previously unreleased recordings from the 70s era band…’ — David Borden
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Legendary Pink Dots Blood Money
‘The machine is everything we are. It sees everything, hears everything, knows everything and feeds, speeds, drinks us down, spits us out – we lost control of it at the instant of its conception. You may cough, curse and die, but the machine will resurrect you without the flaws, at your peak, smiling from a screen, bidding someone in a lonely room to join you. It’s an invitation from Heaven, where anyone can be anything they want to be, but it’s a Nation of One. You’ll be everything we are. You’ll be a shadow of yourself. You’ll repeat yourself- endlessly. You’ll be desperate for some kind of explanation. You’ll be lonely. So very lonely…’ — LPD
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Iceman Junglist Kru You’re Like a Scalpel, I’m Like a Flick Knife
‘Formed from a bond that stretches across time and space, from the rain-soaked Lancastrian hills of Manchester over towards the icy shores of Stockholm, via North down South London and a shared admiration for the hidden reverse of Nurse With Wound and Coil, the concrete surrealism of dead air time grime from the turn of the Millennium and an unhealthy drop of teeth-chattering ecstasy.’ — bleep
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Dean Blunt ft. Elias Rønnenfelt untitled song 5 (lucre)
‘It’s likely that Blunt’s latest upload, a sparse collection of untitled tracks featuring Elias Rønnenfelt and Vegyn, will be gone. But temporary as it may be—in both length (16 minutes) and official online existence—the transience feels apt for the music, which scans as a soundtrack for trying to remember a dream about your crush. lucre marks yet another guitar-centric release for Blunt, and as tender as any Blunt release has ever sounded.’ — Samuel Hyland
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p.s. Hey. ** _Black_Acrylic, Perfectly put. I never fell in love with ‘Succession’ like most of my friends did, but, boy, was Brian Cox great in it. ** Dominik, Hi!!! Moi aussi, my friend, moi aussi. Ah, I sure don’t have to look that love up. Nice! Today your love, tomorrow the world, G. ** Misanthrope, Congrats to Alex on the promotion, ultimately. A pack of cigarettes in France is around $14 here too. Oh, for a transporter between here and Kentucky. Week has panned out so far. Might perk up. Or not. Wrestle yours like George ‘The Animal’ Steele. ** Jack Skelley, Me too, what a coincidence. For a moment I misremembered and thought Hsieh had tethered himself to arguably the most odious artist on the face of the earth, Marina Abramovic, but, no, it was the quite interesting Linda Montano, phew. If you talk with those scribes again you can tell them the post with their books will launch on this coming Saturday. Great omen! Great to tether my words to yours for, what, 40+ years. Your rapelling partner, Ice Spice. ** James, I don’t think gay gogo dancing should be too hard to encounter. Thanks for attending to the assembled. Someday your grades will be like cremation ashes. One time when I took LSD as a teen I opened a banana and decided those dark parts were its internal organs and veins, and I didn’t eat a banana for the next year. I just need to start acting faggier, I guess. Tuesday – hallelujah! ** Steeqhen, Thank you. John Sex was a charismatic dude. There was a time back then when 2/3 of my closest friends were either dying or dead from AIDS. It does something to you. They say there’s mould every-fucking-where. So, you might be right, but there might be no escape. Or you could write a novel about your neurotic food aversions when you were a child. A good novel can turn anything into the head of Zeus. I do love not understanding what’s going on around me. It’s freeing. Interesting about the Daleks stuff. I guess I should take a dive or at least a toe dip into ‘Doctor Who’. A friend of mine in the UK just had his dissertation on Samuel Beckett published in some prestigious journal or other, so … Based on one listen to the new FKA Twigs, I think it’s too smooth for me. ‘Mezzanine’, however, is one of the greats. I hope you made it to bedtime without running out of that fuel. ** Bill, What a great era. I was so lucky to live in NYC then, and so I saw all those folks live multiple times. I so wish they had documented things a whole lot better, but video recorders were a hassle. I’ve never been excited by Ira Sachs’ work, but, yeah, that one’s curious in theory. I was surprised to see that the book it’s based is only about 10 pages long. Mega-luck to you as needed in getting through the new work’s trouble. Not the teeniest doubt that you will. ** Steve, Hi. Like I said, I think maybe the FKA Twigs is too smooth for me. I’ll give it a second try. The liking for it is fully understandable, though. Cool, thanks, I’ll keep my eyes on MUBI. I wish someone would release ‘Baby Invasion’, for christ’s sake. So sorry, so grim about your friend. ** Lucas, Howdy. Ah, well, I imagine you’re perfectly happy not to have had to read aloud. I have read Nietzsche, yes, but not for a long time. I can’t remember any specific reaction. It was great, I thought. I think we’ll release the teaser trailer at the same time we announce the world premiere, so it’ll depend on when the festival makes it official. Next month? ** Darby☏, NYC was and maybe still is a major performance art heartland. LA was pretty great too in the 70s and 80s. I did listen to that song. I liked it. I liked the orchestral and trip hop landscape aspect. Yeah, nice, thanks. Mm, that drag show sounds pretty normal or whatever. There was some great, offbeat, smart drag artists in that post yesterday if you want to look elsewhere. Did not know that about Louis Wain, no. Whoa. I could write two sentences simultaneously using both hands, and they both might be good sentences, but no one would ever know because one of them would be illegible, I guess. I’m not exhausted, no worries. It’s the morning, and I’m chug-a-lugging coffee, so I’m very attentive. Prayers for those cigarette corpses. Yesterday I found and smoked an ancient cigarette that had broken in half and that I had shoved in a drawer in case of emergency, and it tasted ugly. But it worked. ** HaRpEr, Hi. La Mama was and pretty much still is a great venue. The real, I don’t know, church of performance back then for me was PS122. That was kind of the major venue that everybody angled to perform at. La Mama was more theatre-oriented, I guess, and less into daring formlessness. I just read that they’re doing a Leigh Bowery retrospective at the Tate very soon! I wonder what that’ll be like. I think I’ll need to go over there to see that. I had a very brief period when I was about 13 when I decided I wanted to be an actor. My parents got me an agent, and they did headshots and the whole shebang, but nobody ever asked me to audition. I don’t know what I was thinking. It’s very strange. Yes, I went to Squeezebox. It was lovely. That was after I had moved out of NYC, so I didn’t go a ton. When I lived there, most of the great stuff, drag-related and otherwise, happened at Pyramid, King Tut’s Wah Wah Hut, and 8BC. Amazing, ramshackle places. That’s funny, I just made an upcoming post about Les Blank, the director of ‘Werner Herzog Eats His Shoe’ and also the great Herzog doc ‘Burden of Dreams’. ** Tyler Ookami, Fried curds are excellent, I agree. Even harder to get over here than Mozzarella Sticks. Impossible to get, in fact. But yes! Good call! ** Justin D, Hi, J. It was an immensely exciting and very terrifying time simultaneously, and how those two polar opposites affected each other was one of the things that made it so intense and feel so precious even at the time. I can’t say that I intended that effect, but that’s amazing, and, yes, optimal. Thanks about the trailer. I hope we can make a good one. It’s not an easy film to represent in 30 seconds, but we’ll try. ** Okay. I made you a new gig featuring some music I’ve been listening to and liking in recent days, and, you know, up to you whether you want to explore and see if my tastes and yours can cohabit. See you tomorrow.
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Hi Dennis! Thank you for these, your music recommendations always brighten up my day – Mabe Fratte has become one of my favourites at your recommendation. Yes, I’ve seen that Joe Brainard/Levé connection before, so I’ll look into his work. All I know is the super rigid structure his memoir follows so, very much in the Perec mode too. Actually, on that anti-wellness thing you mentioned, of crystals/accupuncture that do harm is actually the concept behind one Chuck Palahniuk short story/novella that I remember quite liking – called “Foot Work”. As far as I can remember it was about two women who practice aroma therapy and reflexology as a way to discreetly perform political assassination – like, giving someone suicidal ideation or cancer via wellness mumbo-jumbo. I think the fear of god/gods is maybe one thing that should actively be taken OUT of the alt medicine crowd, but that’s just me.
The FKA Twigs was actually really good, mostly. It’s unfortunately not strangely produced in a way that’s easy to cut apart for playlists, like most slightly bipolar albums – the parts of the album I find a little irritating are quite deep into the songs (the smoother stuff that you probably bounced off) that I like the most, but I’m looking forward to them growing on me a little. If I had to pick a personal favourite, it’d probably be “Drums of Death”, it’s got these very Arca-ish vocals with a really IDM thousand-hits-per-second drum machine filter applied to everything.
The storm was so, so amazing here – I got in a hailstorm this morning, and that was really amazing, I ended up being really awkwardly late for my lecture because of how nice the sensation was. The winds were really strong too, it was unbelievably nice from the outside. I hope the storm manages to avoid you, or at least the winds and rain avoid you, and you just get the cool sights and sounds. A game I’ve been waiting for is coming out today too, which is great – it’s a Goya-inspired hand-drawn stealth game called “Stone of Madness”, which looks great so, should be fun. Anyway, see ya!
P.S. Steeqhen, I am looking forward to that, thank you for the hopefully deja-vu inducing shrapnel for the later parts of the season. I’m near the end of Season 2, so I’m sure those should be hitting me soon!
Hi!!
Uh, this Legendary Pink Dots song is delicious.
Another classic! Idiot love will spark the fusion, Od.
Iceman Junglist Kru is defo my favourite among the selections today. Interesting also that they namecheck Coil and NWW among their influences. Bravo!
Hey Dennis,
Gonna have to listen through these tracks later today, I’ve been looking for some more atmospheric/ambient albums. Mainly just been listening to Massive Attack, Oneohtrix Point Never, and Eno.
I’ve decided right now that my brain fog and delusions are a mix of nutrient deficiency and having a cluttered space and mind, Sunday night I relapsed into overloading my brain with stimuli until 2 in the morning, so last night I read for a few hours before sleeping, which helped me wake up early for my class.
This mindset of poison fear and contaminants is definitely something that will probably be a through-line for most of my work I feel. My longform novel idea will probably have a lot of mouldy homes and uncooked food and sickness, and I will probably make another thing just set in my house slowly disintegrating me.
Doctor Who is so long and large that it’s hard to suggest a place to start; if you want easy watching, the 60s-80s show is probably good as it’s serials comprised of 20 min eps, normally between 3-6. I love the cheap effects as it somewhat makes you get lost in the absurdity. The revival series that started in 2005 is good, those first 4 seasons were my childhood, though idk if they’re as good from a 2025 viewing. When a new showrunner came on from 2010-2018, the show became really convoluted and big on paradoxes and messy long running stories; sometimes they were incredible, sometimes they didn’t hit the mark. My favourite was Peter Capaldi, his run was mainly focused on a 3 season storyline of him developing an unhealthy relationship with his companion Clara, where they were breaking laws of reality and time and kind of fucking everything up.
Just had a class focused on this 90s play called Blasted; the lecturer was speaking about British culture in the 90s and put on some Oasis and Blur, and since reading Guide I can’t think of Blur without knowing about how terrified Alex James was of it! Have another class today and then have to help with this upcycling clothes event in the evening. Hopefully I can sustain my energy enough to cook later on, as I really want to make my mushroom chickpea pasta.
PS. I can’t remember much of the s2 reunion, I always mix it up with the season 3 one. Hopefully it’s entertaining
This is all kind of trippy stuff. eat-girls are a bit Cure-y. I think the stuff most aligned with my taste would be Immersion’s I’m Barely Here – oh, member of Wire! I know them! – and the Dean Blunt. There’s a lot of stuff out there these days like the Blunt, lofi soft guitar stuff. Also, I like the Mallard, even if I’m not as electro as I used to be. I was listening to some Krafwerk last night. Ale Hop’s Pollinators consists of some very fun noises. Reminds me of the Rig Rundown for Tera Melos’ guitarist, it’s a great video just filled with pedal fuckery and hilarious guitar noises. The best I can do is abusing my whammy bar and doing the reverse wah pedal plugin thing on Echoes by Pink Floyd. As for my music, I’m listening to Speedy Ortiz at the moment.
Something of an anniversary – my first comment on this blog was on Gig #171.
Good go-go dancing news, that. If needs must I suppose I could always become my own gay go-go dancer, but as much of a dancer as I am, I imagine that style of movement would give me a *killer* stitch. I like go-go dancing fashion, too. Which I mean, I know go-go dancers don’t wear much, but what they do wear I quite like. Skimpy, colourful, straps, the BOOTS oh my God the BOOTS I NEED go-go boots. Fantasising aside –
The blog has been attended to for yet another day. Those grades would be a nice accompaniment to my ashes. I’ll probably get cremated. We’re what we call a ‘bake and shake’ family. Maybe I could have my certificates burnt alongside my body, and then be spread in some suitable academic environment. Some unlucky undergraduate’s ashtray, maybe.
Ooer. Glad I have not had such a frightening banana/tripping balls experience. I’m quite the square and rather straight-edge, but a peer of mine once said she could see me doing hallucinogens, for whatever reason. But I’m not much big on bananas anyway, without LSD. Maybe if I take it I may newly see a banana as the most edible thing ever. Pretty spooked by any kind of substance use, though, so, meh.
Never too late to fag it up, truly. Currently watching it piss it down outside, I may be rather drenched by the time I’m at college. Got to lie in today, was lovely. Drinking much tea, I’m determined for today to be a good day. I don’t think we’ll start them today, but English this term will at some point see us beginning on the Romantics. Should probably make some lunch. Tschuss!
Dennis, Well, my name is George, so… 😉
Man, slept like hell last night. 10mg of melatonin didn’t work at all. Mind was a racin’ and couldn’t sleep. And then woke up an hour and a half early. But no worries, I got this.
Kayla might be losing her place in September and is freaking out a bit. Her housemate has decided to go with her girlfriend to Seattle when the girlfriend gets stationed there for the last couple years of her Navy career. I told her she’s got 7 months and will figure it out, especially since she’s starting a new job Monday with a lot better pay and benefits.
Life keeps a turning.
Hey, Dennis. That’s ok! I’m just excited to see what you think about the drawings. I’m back in college now so life sucks again. I just really don’t understand how you can teach kids to have a connection with art, it was natural for me. I don’t think it’s something you can teach, but still, my teachers keep saying “we are the only chance”. I don’t buy that. If you have any access to internet, you have access to everything… you are just not curious enough, and you can’t learn curiosity. Sure, people don’t have time for art sometimes, but what’s funny is that they have a lot of time for bullshit. It’s a question of choice. I don’t know if I’m being clear… I’m studying to become an art teacher, you see, but that wasn’t planned.
Anyways, recently I’ve watched a very nice stop motion short called “Prometheus Garden”, I’m sure you are familiar. The director used to say that it was “mankind’s goal to make animation”. I get what he means, but when I’m working in Animation I feel like I’m God creating a world which I have all power. I don’t mean like “This is so good I’m God”, it’s just the opportunity to do whatever I want, regardless of what’s right or wrong. Then I start to think about how art gets you close to the role of a God, no matter how stupid it is. Do you ever think about your own power?
Great to talk with you
Weird, the blog ate my original comment again.
I came down with a bad cold, so I’m pretty tired and spacey.
Didn’t Harmony release AGGRO DR1FT through his own company?
Anyway, I enjoyed Immersion, Rojin Sharafi, Lewis Spybey (according to The Quietus, Lewis just released a solo album) and eat-girls.
There’s a phenomenon I’ve observed on YouTube: channels named with a combination of letters and numbers posting cryptic, often abstract, faintly menacing videos with the sounds of numbers stations or images of the planets. The comments read like the start of a new cult.
Hi Dennis! It’s belated but I didn’t want too much of 2025 to pass before wishing you hbd. How is everything? I really you’re well! 🤍
Of names I don’t recognize, Iceman Junglist Kru were the most interesting to me. Jungle is having a big revival right now, it seems.
A friend showed me an album from last year that I had not heard: https://samlrc.bandcamp.com/album/a-lonely-sinner
It’s sort of a shoegaze/emo/metal hybrid. It’s a concept album based on this strange 70s anime film both of us like, Chirin’s Bell. The lyrics are basically the story the whole way through and it uses samples from the film. Very cool.
Yeah, I don’t know if I really like reading aloud. I don’t like my voice enough for that yet. Yay, next month then, looking forward to it. I had an alright but weird day. I met up with an acquaintance at noon to get something to eat — it was okay enough, she’s a nice person, only while we were ordering she sort of made fun of my gestures being too effeminate and I didn’t think anything of it at the moment but I remembered it later in the day which made me feel incredibly insecure and irritated. It’s irrational to feel this way since it’s far from being one of the worst things to happen to me. I guess it’s the implied over-familiarity behind it that bothered me. I’m still, like, at pretty much the beginning of ‘Eden, Eden, Eden.’ It’s such a dense and exhausting book. The one unending sentence feels like a machine gun. While reading it I keep thinking ‘oh, I can’t do this anymore’ and then it pulls me back in. Did Guyotat really masturbate while writing it or is that just a myth? Fits perfectly either way. I’ve read a few interviews with him, he was such a fascinating person, I feel like.
Hey! Out of these songs my favourites are the Lewis Spybey one and the eat-girls one. The Lewis Spybey one was a really exciting first listen. It became like ten different songs. I listened to a lot of music today, including listening to Jobriath’s self-titled album twice, who I got really into lately. And what else… have you heard the new Jane Remover songs? Really wild, genre bending. Digicore I suppose the genre would be called.
Oh yeah, I’m so excited for the Leigh Bowery TATE retrospective. Oh cool, yeah, you should take a cross over the pond if you feel like it. You’d probably see me sleeping at the TATE modern, that place is practically my second home I’m there so often. It’s my go to place if I’m bored and don’t want to spend money. Anyway, let me know if you do.
I’m still working hard on my lipogrammatic translation of a poem I wrote where I take out the letters T, H, and E. It’s taking ages, but I only have a few lines left. I’m going to submit it alongside the original poem to a couple of places. SCAB got back to me with a nice non-automated email saying that the story I wrote wasn’t fitting with what they do but they complimented me a bit and said I was talented, so no hard feelings. Either that or I’m some idiot who falls for smooth talk. But as I say, no hard feelings. I’m going to put that story on the backburner for a while and try a few other places that aren’t currently accepting if I still like it by then. Anyway, on to other things.
Also, if you’ll allow me to get on my soapbox, attention everyone! The Prince Charles cinema, an independent cinema which is a pillar of London is under threat of closure. If possible, I’m sure the cinema would be grateful if you signed this petition here:
https://you.38degrees.org.uk/petitions/save-the-prince-charles-cinema?source=rawlink&utm_medium=socialshare&utm_source=rawlink&share=c1e68e9b-1558-4ce4-b72e-884789201e0d
You may have to live in the UK to do so since you have to list your postcode. But anyway, The Prince Charles is one of the few places in London’s West End which still has any character to it. I really don’t know what I’d do without it. Please sign if you can. Thx xxx
Hey, Dennis! Fuck yeah—a gig post! And they’re all new names to me, except for Full of Hell. I like the eat-girls, Immersion and Dean Blunt tracks. Thanks! Re: the trailer: My favorite trailers usually conceal more than they reveal, and instead focus on establishing a tone or atmosphere. Ambiguity is really attractive to me, at least. How was your Tuesday?
Thanks for the vote of confidence, Dennis. I was able to solve some technical problems, but others have reared their ugly heads. The good news is I just got dismissed from jury duty, and have more time to work on the piece.
I know NY living in the 80s was hardly a walk in the park, but I’m still envious of you and friends who lived there back then. The best I could do back then with performance art was hoarding issues of High Performance and Performance Art Journal.
Finally getting to another book from your 2024 list, Charlene Elsby’s Violent Faculties. I’m absorbed and impressed. And squirming.
That’s a sweet Legendary Pink Dots song. Haven’t heard from Mother Mallard in awhile, will definitely check out the rest of the gig soon.
Bill