Taipei mold: 2 pics

humidity = mold

watch with mold and supersaturation

I will take responsibilty for the shitty crop but I will not take responsibilty for the out of focusnessssiousity this fucking peice of shit kodak c7300 ain't no good with close ups. also the camera is ridiculously unresponsive (press button and it decides when to snap the picture---anywhere from .5 to 3 seconds later)

shorts with mold

Why Did I Dream of You Last Night?

by Philip Larkin

Why did I dream of you last night?
Now morning is pushing back hair with grey light
Memories strike home, like slaps in the face;
Raised on elbow, I stare at the pale fog
beyond the window.

So many things I had thought forgotten
Return to my mind with stranger pain:
- Like letters that arrive addressed to someone
Who left the house so many years ago.

FEB. 20. 05

Today is the worst kind of day. I’m scared for my life and the lives of all around me. The consequence, an elaborate punishment, and the cause, my capricious irresponsibility. Yes, on a day such as this, it’s safer, it’s safer to lie in bed, perfectly still, so the lamps won’t fall, so the ceiling stays put, so I can’t trip into the fire--- and the out-there dangers that I’m aware of, they’ll continue on, without me, perhaps unaware of me—-- but more likely aware of me, greedy for me; regrouping, scheming, waiting till I clean my rain speckled glasses and step blindly onto the cloudy street. Today, I strive to be an absent target, I must be; for today that dizzying justice must hunt the other man; it must not be allowed into my room--- it must not see me.

The Nightmare: Fuseli

The Nightmare
by Fussli, Johann Heinrich (Henry Fuseli)
1781
Oil on canvas
127 x 102 cm
Detroit Institute of the Arts

PAN SONIC

PAN SONIC

Pan Sonic is a “"band?" I really like”. They create really atmospheric minimalist electronic recordings. Some of it is music in the standard sense (melody, beat, patterns and form) some of it is futuristic or organic, sound-scape ambience. They are usually very loved or very hated.

Not so long ago I was playing Pan Sonic and someone said to me, “"that is such pretentious crap, that’s not music at all…... anyone who listens to it must be just pretending, to sound 'in-the-know' and they are likewise pretentious."” Another time I heard it said that Pan Sonic’s music "sounds like “a faulty refrigerator running”." The former comment is way off and outrageously egocentric because the person is adhering to the belief that his concept of music is absolute and anything outside of that frame work, outside his notion of what works with sounds in time, is the unacceptable. The ‘'fridge’' comment on the other-hand is not insulting--- —in fact, it sounds like a reasonable observation; it wouldn’t surprise me in the least if PAN SONIC sampled a fridge. The difference is that when I would say it “sounds like a fridge running” I wouldn’t mean it in a derogatory way, as I am pretty the said observer did.

I guess I’'ve come to change my stance on the definition of music when I listen to glitch/IDM cuz the motive and process and function is so different than those associated with pop or melody based music. I think most people, once they change their preconceived notion of what music 'is', can be much more open to Pan Sonic and some can even come away with real appreciation.

Much of Pan Sonic has a very cold almost scientific feel that is contradistinctive to the warm heart-and-soul feel of most contemporary music, but I think that that ‘'coldness'’ is important in today’'s warm, yet less-than-innovative, pop-art musical culture. Pan Sonic’'s focus on ‘"sound’", both specific and general, is precise and seems very controlled even if it is the opposite (there is often a strange juxtaposition and connection between chance and purpose in extraordinary art, where an artist consistently pulls something off, and it could very well be luck but it seems like mastery--- and vice-versa) So yeah, one second they'’ll create a collage of what sounds like ice-crystals forming (if you can imagine that sound) and the next minute they'’ll create a very sophisticated and layered yet incredibly primal and driving percussion ‘"song"’, using frequencies, tempos or time signatures very rarely used in modern “music”; they’ll tastefully waver between the microscopic and the macroscopic often hauntingly evoking within/around the listener a plethora of feelings that range from aggression to isolation to intrigue. Some of the mood they create reminds me of Angelo Badalamenti, David Lynch’'s main musical scorer.

I understand that there are a lot of bands using 'glitch' elements in their music and I think that’s a good thing for now, but it will be bastardized, once the glitzy-industry types get a hold of it. Anyway, Pan Sonic’s music isn'’t necessarily "revolutionary" but it is damn close, I would say so, at the very least give it a “"very very very innovative”" sticker. Oh yeah, and pushing the boundaries and redefining what is acceptable in music is not pretentious in the least--- but it is important.

-RJB
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Pan sonic
From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.

Pan sonic is a Finnish experimental / electronica music duo, consisting of members Mika Vainio and Ilpo Väisänen. Formed in the early 1990s, with extra member Sami Salo (who later left the group), they now operate from a base in Barcelona to escape the long Finnish winters. Originally, the band was called Panasonic, but the corporation of the same name discovered this and threatened legal action unless it changed. The conflict was resolved, and duo removed the 'a' from their name altogether to become 'Pan sonic'. The missing 'a' still lives on as the title of their 1999 album.

Trivia
• In a climate where sequencing and recording music using computers is standard, the group is known for recording everything live, straight to DAT (Digital Audio Tape) using home-made and modified synthesizers and effect units.
• In the late 1980s, as part of a 'sound performance', they spent 10 hours in a locked room, exposed to a constant low-frequency hum at 125 decibels.
• A lot of their song titles are slight variations and/or combinations of Finnish words, a technique popular in electronic music circles since bands like Autechre began doing it in 1993. For instance, Aaltopiiri means Wave circle.
• The duo performed a gig in London's East End from an armoured car using a 5000 watt sound system similar to the type used by the police to disorient rioters.

Discography

Albums
* Vakio (1995)
* Kulma (1997)
* A (1999)
* Endless (1998) (under the name 'Vainio Väisänen Vega' with Alan Vega)
* Aaltopiiri (2001)
* Kesto (2004)

EP's / Singles
* Panasonic EP (1994)
* Osasto EP (1996)
* Arctic Rangers 2 x7" (1998)
* Medal 12" (1998) (with Alan Vega)
* B (1999)
* Destria (Live) (1999)

External link
http://www.phinnweb.com/panasonic/

Hualien Cord

pissin round photoshup

1957-1961

we know it it about about hormonally based deception,
truth, the truth be:EVerly fucked suzy: stretched suzy, wrecked suzy
forget
that shit, that liar’sstory, that lie
them “sleeping” yeah, drugged:
heads pulled down chin touch chestish mostly
, ah,
cuz “the movie didn’t have much of a plot”-claim,
is one of 12000 teenage deviating tactics
besideand milky Suzy would pay and pay later next February
trouble deep
oh-oh and lore tales tells tell:
she moved on
after dropping the softkid like a wetrock from her redder and wetter womb,
yes, she travelled filth-America and saw 20 beds
the nasty
sad men, and
one electric stood out:
unrecognized emotional might, his
he big-swigging eyes and mouthy letterer,
a tough Brooklyneer named DiMucci;
lovin, showing him love
then just noone knows cruelhappenstance
putting him down,
spitting on love,
innocent and faithless bitch to dothis
but she did like she felt,
against the world and it against her
like everyone, anybody, she ever met.
Leaving him warning
Singing,
warbling waning
“oh-oh-ohhhh”

Most Sweet it is: William Wordsworth

Most Sweet it is

Most sweet it is with unuplifted eyes To pace the ground, if path be there or none, While a fair region round the traveller lies Which he forbears again to look upon; Pleased rather with some soft ideal scene, The work of Fancy, or some happy tone Of meditation, slipping in between The beauty coming and the beauty gone. If Thought and Love desert us, from that day Let us break off all commerce with the Muse: With Thought and Love companions of our way, Whate'er the senses take or may refuse, The Mind's internal heaven shall shed her dews Of inspiration on the humblest lay. William Wordsworth

Kurt Browning and Friends: Demons

Earlier this evening I caught myself watching televised figure-skating, I mean, not for a really long time but too long, ya know? I was just sitting here being not entertained but I continued to sit, just staring, just being nothin’, brain-dead. I’m grateful that the landlord I named Harvey rang the door-bell that woke me from my coma. If he wouldn’ta rang I would’ve been stuck here, bin melted into a pool of skin, hair, fat and ugly cartoon letters. But good old Harvey saved me-- not soon enough though; not before 15 minutes of pseudo-sport/quasi-entertainment/legitimate torment had passed. OK, figure-skating, the Olympic variety isn’t great but you know if Elvis or Babushka or whoever can land a “Quad” or win a Gold medal or something difficult-- something that pushes them further or is always a challenge to them, then I can appreciate it-- I mean, not ‘'enjoy it'’ completely but you know, I can understand its merits and get behind it a bit more. But this, I'’m sitting here watching Kurt Browning, Elvis Stojko, and Brian Orser (Jesus, I know their names!) skate as “professionals”(Ugh, I can distinguish between figure-skating ‘pros’ or figure-skating ‘ams’!) doing some Dirty-Dancing, gay-assed skate-dance skit where they all act like 50’s Greasers or sum junk-- well, I don'’t know where I’m going here (further proof that its rotting me)... but it revolts me and makes me whine and laugh and punch the seat beside me and strains my already strained eyes. Seriously, I can barely imagine a more convincing Hell--- fuck, Michael Bolton(lost the locks) is singing “'Live'” on top of it all? As these bastards skate around, flirting with each other, totally ready to drop their pants-- all the while, draining me- mesmerizing me, making me fall in love with them I want tio kiss elvis sjdf ! Ok, not really but the truth is its making me fucking nuts! I guess the penalty is fitting though, I mean, I should kick that fucking budget tv in--its not mine though. Fuck, I wouldn'’t anyway, who’ am I kiddin’. I’'m really getting mad--really mad, really! Kill! Punch them in the head! Punch the seat again!

next 7 pics: "Dihua Street" trip

This is a picture taken during an earthquake, its hard to believe but I remained perfectly level the whole time. Taipei near tipped.

A real character door in the part of town I like to call "Old Taipei" if you can believe it.

Catton

(picture by Troy H.)

Wharf wall from bridge.

L->R: Troy's daughter "Candy", Troy and money grubbin' weirdo.

Market at Dihua Street. Sea'o'black hair. Lots of treats and samples. I liked the whole minnows with sesame seeds and candy coating. Troy was partial to runts and "happy nuts".

Trox looking super-imposed but he ain't. The bags are pumpkin seeds and "happy nuts" a.k.a. "pistachios".

next 7 pics: paintday

Fran's painting when we stopped (neither painting was "finished"). Fran wins. by a whole bunch. but she's got 'learnin' on her side.

franstone painting 

franstone painting 1 

Trox' painting when we stopped, he says, "those bananas are gonna haunt me, it bothers me so much, seriously maybe I should finish mine tomorrow; maybe it's cuz I'm comparing my bananas to Fran's bananas"

Trox painting 2 

Trox painting. he says he painted it with his "left-foot while blind folded and it's a work in progress", but this picture--no blind fold. 

we painted this day. this is the still-life Trox set-up. 

I wouldn't finish my attempted still-life so I ripped it up and wipped out this sonova as my subsubmission; 30 seconds of work here is better than 1.5 hours of the water-color. Water-color is an art that requires patience and skill, in short, it's too hard. Troy's fucking still-life display was way too elaborate and...
Trox is responsible for this mess.

Chance Imagery: George Brecht

http://www.ubu.com/historical/gb/brecht_chance.pdf

This is what I've been looking for; Art's other pole. The article/essay deal here is inspiring--probably won't reach my limbs though.

Harmless Monster

picture of a harmless monsteraaaand the sky is in the backaaaand in front of the sky are some sided-flowers

The Choice
by William Butler Yeats

The intellect of man is forced to choose
perfection of the life, or of the work,
And if it take the second must refuse
A heavenly mansion, raging in the dark.
When all that story's finished, what's the news?
In luck or out the toil has left its mark:
That old perplexity an empty purse,
Or the day's vanity, the night's remorse.