I'm writing this brog pile from a tiny chimp cage of a hotel room in San Francisco. It is ridiculously small but I like it. Outside, the rain wants to turn to snow. First time in 35 years. Steam radiator hissing and clicking like a dragon. Empty stomach rumbling. Marauding lunatics and moaning drug addicts woefully trundling up and down Mission & 4th lookin' for a reason.
The sounds of delicate footfalls padding up and down the hotel's hall while the God awful "Up In The Air" dithers on HBO. It is a momentarily fun-esque but otherwise truly abysmal film. Cheeky dialogue and smug platitudes about a handsome hatchet man finding true love... only to get his heart torn out and his ass handed to him upon learning his lover is actually a far more grown adult than he is.
Heart broken and stunned, drinking alone in a swank, dimly-lit hotel suite he stares into the mirror pondering the arc of his existence. A meager two mini-bottles drained atop the bedside table. No 5-o'clock shadow. No broken furniture. No hyperventilating, no crying jags or suicidal contemplations. Just a whole lotta finely pressed slacks, an elegant silk button-down shirt, and deep thoughts with a scotch on the rocks in hand.
In the midst of this heady epiphany he realizes there's gotta be more to life than frequent flyer miles and free upgrades. Unfortunately he doesn't quite know what it is... yet. So the film ends with "Ryan" making a conscious decision to continue flying around firing people for a living until he figures it out. Indeed, perhaps in effort to never figure it out.
Soooooooooooooooooooooo... on January 27th, at 11AM, after much evasive wrangling and uber-intentional rescheduling, I played my first 'By The Dream Power of The Truth Beast' Lurk Lab set on dublab.com. Truth be told, I'd be surprised if they ever ask me back again.
I just listened to the entire mix. At turns it is hilarious, more than a little dubious, and ultimately entirely embarrassing from tip to tail. I sound like a true lunatic and the playlist is just all over the map. That said, I had a very nice time making a shambles of modern Internet-radio science.
Alejandro and Michael, thanks for having me in. So much terrified fun.
On February 4th, THIS los angelescelebrated its one-year anniversary with a massive group show called 'THESE FRIENDS 2' (electric boogaloo). Was it a nice time? It was. One-hundred-and-thirteen contributing artists in all.
Just when we might feel like life is a relentless grind, occasionally an evening like this comes along to reveal that we're not alone, and that our life's work is perhaps not as in vain as we'd perhaps presupposed. Community is all around us, we just have to remember to nurture it. Does this sound grandiose and corny? Maybe. Maybe not. Either way, here we are. So we may as well make things. We may as well have something to say about what it means 'to be'.
For the artist, the task of making art is an attempt to know one's self. Many cynics, critics, and artists out there may say otherwise. Oh well. As far as I'm concerned we make all of this crap in effort to understand the inner mechanics of our minds, our hands, and our hearts. We make it to make ourselves. Hell, some of us even make it to unmake and/or remake ourselves from the weird creatures we've become in other areas of our lives. I would certainly say this is true where writing, music, and photography fit into my own life.
When placed within the context of a group show, however, this effort can sometimes achieve a sort of critical mass wherein the 'art experience' becomes an opportunity to communicate our very personal ideas while simultaneously creating community with friends, lovers, haters, skeptics, and like-minded souls alike. To feel, perhaps, momentarily less alone with our awkward thoughts, delicate hopes, quiet dreams, dumbest jokes, and deepest fears. To share and enjoy all that we might not in other more conventional modes of interaction. To you—that which might seem mediocre or childish—to another can mark the catalyst of a long-awaited awakening. A delayed liberation. An inspiration. A homecoming.
In just one short year, whether by accident or by design, THIS los angeles has become exactly this sort of place.
Dan, Luis, Claire & Jeremy, Curtis, Neil, and Aaron— thank you. Your friendship and your efforts with the gallery are more appreciated than you know.
For a few months Alejandro at Dublab had been asking me to come play records at the station. Ale, apologies for playing all that miserable noise at 11AM, but I just love it so much. You are a very nice person.
Avena, lookin' real good. Sort of an early-90s TLC vibe. Was great to have you in town for a night. Nice boots.
The sketchy Grammy Awards just ended and I'm too tired to write a proper brog post tonight. Sorry.
Long story boring... It's been a hectic few weeks. Lots of filming and recording. Lots of laughs and lukewarm drama. Lots of loading and unloading. Lots of gathering stuff. Lots of garbage. Lots of plans. Lots of camera work and editing. Lots of amps and earplugs. Lots of quick meals. Lots of hard drives.
Per usual, not much in the way of sleeping or eating. Could be better, could be worse. That said, being overwhelmed probably beats being underwhelmed any day of the week. Right Butchy?
"If you wait to do everything until you're sure it's right, you'll probably never do much of anything."
"Mubarak's downfall at the hands of the biggest popular uprising in the modern history of the Arab world had stunning implications for the United States and the West, Israel, and the region, unsettling rulers across the Mideast.
The 82-year-old leader epitomized the complex trade-off the United States was locked into in the Middle East for decades: Support for autocratic leaders in return for stability, a bulwark against Islamic militants, a safeguard of economic interests with the oil-rich Gulf states and peace — or at least an effort at peace — with Israel.
The question for Washington now was whether that same arrangement will hold as the Arab world's most populous state makes a potentially rocky transition to democracy, with no guarantee of the results."
—AP Newswire [excerpted from Yahoo News, Friday, February 11, 2011]