Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Tuesday, October 07, 2008
CROSSROADS / ROCK MY RELIGION
Sean Dack "No Encore" Installation View, 2001
CROSSROADS / ROCK MY RELIGION
OCTOBER 10th 2008 - JANUARY 7th 2009
Interfaces between Rock Music and Contemporary Art (1956 – 2006)
DA2 Domus Artium 02 /Salamanca_Spain
ARTISTS: Saadane Afif / Doug Aitken / Cory Arcangel / Kenneth Anger / John Baldessari / Mathew Barney / Joseph Beuys / Christa Biederbick / Marc Bijl / Dara Birnbaum / Peter Blake / Slater Bradley / Olaf Breuning / Janet Cardiff / Danny Clinch / Tony Cockes / Bruce Conner / Felix Curto / Bruce Davidson / Mike Kelley/Destroy All Monsters / Sean Dack / John DiStefano / Sam Durant / Jon Mikel Euba / William English / Robert Frank / Ugnius Gelguda / J. L. Godard / Douglas Gordon / Dan Graham / Rodney Graham / Bob Gruen / Andreas Gursky / Richard Hamilton / José Iges / Derek Jarman / Nam June Paik / Judith Barry&Richard Kern / Largen&Brea / David Lamelas / Mark Leckey / / Robert Longo / Gered Mankowitz / Christian Marclay / Jose Luis Martín Frías / Enrique Marty / Malcom Mclaren / Robert Mapplethorpe / Dave Allen&Jonathan Monk&Douglas Gordon / Ronald Nameth / Albert Oehlen / Yoko Ono / Tony Oursler / Pejac&TMori /Jose Luis Pérez Quiroga / Jamie Reid / Raymond Pettibon / Robert Rauschenberg / Mick Rock / Mimmo Rotella / Jon Savage / Ira Schneider / Mark Seliger / Stephen Shore / Linder Sterling / Miguel Trillo / Gavin Turk / Alan Vega / Alejandro Vidal / Andy Warhol / Alfred Wertheimer / Vivienne Westwood / Ernst C. Whiters / David Wojnarovicz / Baron Wolman / X_PRZ.
CURATED BY:Javier Panera
ORGANIZED BY:EXPLORAFOTO.
Festival internacional de fotografía de Castilla y León
INFORMATION: DA2 _DOMUS ARTIUM 2002 / Avenida de la Aldehuela s/n / 37003 Salamanca_Spain / T [34] 923184916 / F [34] 923183235
www.ciudaddecultura.org/da2
da2@ciudaddecultura.org
Thursday, October 02, 2008
Meghan, you need to brush up on your irony and Marxism...
Megan McCain and Stereolab's "Ping Pong"
From Pitchfork.com
"OK, let me get this straight. For a blog post about her father's debate with Democratic Presidential Candidate Barack Obama on Friday night-- a debate that centered a whole lot around our country's recent economic catastrophe-- the "Song of the Day" was Stereolab's "Ping Pong"?! Really?!
Here are the lyrics to "Ping Pong" (according to various lyrics websites, and verified by going back and listening to the song again):
it's alright right 'cos the historical pattern has shown
how the economical cycle tends to revolve
in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop
a slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more
bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery
huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery
you see the recovery always comes 'round again
there's nothing to worry for things will look after themselves
it's alright recovery always comes 'round again
there's nothing to worry if things can only get better
there's only millions that lose their jobs and homes and sometimes accents
there's only millions that die in their bloody wars, it's alright
it's only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing
it's only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing
it's alright 'cos the historical pattern has shown
how the economical cycle tends to revolve
in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop
a slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more
bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery
huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery
don't worry be happy things will get better naturally
don't worry shut up sit down go with it and be happy
dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum... ah ah
dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum... ah ah
OK. OK. I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that Meghan McCain didn't just pick this song randomly, since she usually picks songs that have something to do with what her blog posts are about. So what the hell is going on here?
A) Meghan McCain completely doesn't understand sarcasm and truly believes that this song is about how the economy will just work itself out and everything will be all right. (See also: Ronald Reagan's re-appropriation of Springsteen's "Born in the U.S.A.")
B) Meghan McCain is using this song as a critique of people who are against the government's proposed $700 million bailout of Wall Street, which her father supports. "Uh huh, the free market is going to fix everything, ha ha," she says. "Riiiiight."
C) Meghan McCain wants to overthrow the entire capitalist system!"
From Pitchfork.com
"OK, let me get this straight. For a blog post about her father's debate with Democratic Presidential Candidate Barack Obama on Friday night-- a debate that centered a whole lot around our country's recent economic catastrophe-- the "Song of the Day" was Stereolab's "Ping Pong"?! Really?!
Here are the lyrics to "Ping Pong" (according to various lyrics websites, and verified by going back and listening to the song again):
it's alright right 'cos the historical pattern has shown
how the economical cycle tends to revolve
in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop
a slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more
bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery
huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery
you see the recovery always comes 'round again
there's nothing to worry for things will look after themselves
it's alright recovery always comes 'round again
there's nothing to worry if things can only get better
there's only millions that lose their jobs and homes and sometimes accents
there's only millions that die in their bloody wars, it's alright
it's only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing
it's only their lives and the lives of their next of kin that they are losing
it's alright 'cos the historical pattern has shown
how the economical cycle tends to revolve
in a round of decades three stages stand out in a loop
a slump and war then peel back to square one and back for more
bigger slump and bigger wars and a smaller recovery
huger slump and greater wars and a shallower recovery
don't worry be happy things will get better naturally
don't worry shut up sit down go with it and be happy
dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum... ah ah
dum, dum, dum, de dum dum, de duh de duh de dum dum dum... ah ah
OK. OK. I'm going to go out on a limb and suggest that Meghan McCain didn't just pick this song randomly, since she usually picks songs that have something to do with what her blog posts are about. So what the hell is going on here?
A) Meghan McCain completely doesn't understand sarcasm and truly believes that this song is about how the economy will just work itself out and everything will be all right. (See also: Ronald Reagan's re-appropriation of Springsteen's "Born in the U.S.A.")
B) Meghan McCain is using this song as a critique of people who are against the government's proposed $700 million bailout of Wall Street, which her father supports. "Uh huh, the free market is going to fix everything, ha ha," she says. "Riiiiight."
C) Meghan McCain wants to overthrow the entire capitalist system!"
Friday, September 26, 2008
DJ Mix
One of my best bros has posted an amazing mix online..
Go check it out.
DJ Max Pask ‘Escape From Planet Max Pask’
Go check it out.
DJ Max Pask ‘Escape From Planet Max Pask’
Thursday, September 25, 2008
New Show
S H O T S P O T
October 4–November 1, 2008
Xaviera Simmons
Tom Whitridge
Scott B. Davis
Joseph Michael Lopez
Katrine Le Gallou
Thierry Dubreuil
Jason Eskenazi
Aura Rosenberg
Sean Dack
John Miller
Joyce Pensato
James Siena
James Welling
Laurie Simmons
Ariane Lopez-Huici
Chris Gentile
(Curated by Katia Santibanez & G. Young)
Opening Reception: October 4th, 5:30–7:30pm
Gallery Hours: Thu.–Sat., 11–5pm
Geoffrey Young Gallery
40 Railroad Street
Great Barrington, MA 01230
413-528-6210
art@geoffreyyoung.com
http://www.geoffreyyoung.com/
October 4–November 1, 2008
Xaviera Simmons
Tom Whitridge
Scott B. Davis
Joseph Michael Lopez
Katrine Le Gallou
Thierry Dubreuil
Jason Eskenazi
Aura Rosenberg
Sean Dack
John Miller
Joyce Pensato
James Siena
James Welling
Laurie Simmons
Ariane Lopez-Huici
Chris Gentile
(Curated by Katia Santibanez & G. Young)
Opening Reception: October 4th, 5:30–7:30pm
Gallery Hours: Thu.–Sat., 11–5pm
Geoffrey Young Gallery
40 Railroad Street
Great Barrington, MA 01230
413-528-6210
art@geoffreyyoung.com
http://www.geoffreyyoung.com/
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
Saturday, September 13, 2008
David Foster Wallace R.I.P.
LA TImes
Gawker
Probably the most important contemporary author for me.. Very sad.
From "Oblivion"
“But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think. But what if it could? Think for a second—what if all the infinitely dense and shifting worlds of stuff inside you every moment of your life turned out now to be somehow fully open and expressible afterward, after what you think of you has died, because what if afterward now each moment itself is an infinite sea or span or passage of time in which to convey it, and you don’t even need any organized English, you can as they say open the door and be in anyone else’s room in all your own multiform forms and ideas and facets? Because listen—we don’t have much time, here’s where Lily Cache slopes slightly down and the banks start getting deep, and you can just make out the outlines of the unlit sign for the farmstand that’s never open anymore, the last sign before the bridge—so listen: What exactly do you think you are? The millions and trillions of thoughts, memories, juxtapositions—even crazy ones like this, you’re thinking—that flash through your head and disappear? Some sum or remainder of these? Your history? Do you know how long it’s been since I told you I was a fraud? Do you remember you were looking at the RESPICEM watch hanging from the rearview and seeing the time, 9:17? What are you looking at right now? Coincidence? What if no time has passed at all? The truth is you’ve already heard this. That this is what it’s like. That it’s what makes room for the universes inside you, all the endless inbent fractals of connection and symphonies of different voices, the infinities you can never show another soul. And you think it makes you a fraud, the tiny fraction anyone else ever sees? Of course you’re a fraud, of course what people see is never you. And of course you know this, and of course you try to manage what part they see if you know it’s only a part. Who wouldn’t? It’s called free will, Sherlock. But at the same time, it’s why it feels so good to break down and cry in front of others, or to laugh, or speak in tongues, or chant in Bengali—it’s not English anymore, it’s not getting squeezed through any hole. So cry all you want, I won’t tell anybody. But it wouldn’t have made you a fraud to change your mind. It would be sad to do it because you think you somehow have to. It won’t hurt, though. It will be loud, and you’ll feel things, but they’ll go through you so fast that you won’t even realize you’re feeling them (which is sort of like the paradox I used to bounce off Gustafson—is it possible to be a fraud if you aren’t aware that you’re a fraud?). And the very brief moment of fire you’ll feel will be almost good, like when your hands are cold and there’s a fire and you hold your hands out toward it.”
Gawker
Probably the most important contemporary author for me.. Very sad.
From "Oblivion"
“But it does have a knob, the door can open. But not in the way you think. But what if it could? Think for a second—what if all the infinitely dense and shifting worlds of stuff inside you every moment of your life turned out now to be somehow fully open and expressible afterward, after what you think of you has died, because what if afterward now each moment itself is an infinite sea or span or passage of time in which to convey it, and you don’t even need any organized English, you can as they say open the door and be in anyone else’s room in all your own multiform forms and ideas and facets? Because listen—we don’t have much time, here’s where Lily Cache slopes slightly down and the banks start getting deep, and you can just make out the outlines of the unlit sign for the farmstand that’s never open anymore, the last sign before the bridge—so listen: What exactly do you think you are? The millions and trillions of thoughts, memories, juxtapositions—even crazy ones like this, you’re thinking—that flash through your head and disappear? Some sum or remainder of these? Your history? Do you know how long it’s been since I told you I was a fraud? Do you remember you were looking at the RESPICEM watch hanging from the rearview and seeing the time, 9:17? What are you looking at right now? Coincidence? What if no time has passed at all? The truth is you’ve already heard this. That this is what it’s like. That it’s what makes room for the universes inside you, all the endless inbent fractals of connection and symphonies of different voices, the infinities you can never show another soul. And you think it makes you a fraud, the tiny fraction anyone else ever sees? Of course you’re a fraud, of course what people see is never you. And of course you know this, and of course you try to manage what part they see if you know it’s only a part. Who wouldn’t? It’s called free will, Sherlock. But at the same time, it’s why it feels so good to break down and cry in front of others, or to laugh, or speak in tongues, or chant in Bengali—it’s not English anymore, it’s not getting squeezed through any hole. So cry all you want, I won’t tell anybody. But it wouldn’t have made you a fraud to change your mind. It would be sad to do it because you think you somehow have to. It won’t hurt, though. It will be loud, and you’ll feel things, but they’ll go through you so fast that you won’t even realize you’re feeling them (which is sort of like the paradox I used to bounce off Gustafson—is it possible to be a fraud if you aren’t aware that you’re a fraud?). And the very brief moment of fire you’ll feel will be almost good, like when your hands are cold and there’s a fire and you hold your hands out toward it.”
Thursday, August 21, 2008
Wednesday, August 20, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Malls in China
I've always wanted to screen a film about police states, control, paranoia and capitalism in a mall in China. So here you go.
"If You See Something, Say Something." Shown at the Bailian Xijiao Shopping Mall, center court, Shanghai, China. (Throw in a little Bentham-esque architecture to boot).
"If You See Something, Say Something." Shown at the Bailian Xijiao Shopping Mall, center court, Shanghai, China. (Throw in a little Bentham-esque architecture to boot).
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