It's called "bs.serving-sys" and I guess that means bullshit serving system.
FB's BS serving system
It's called "bs.serving-sys" and I guess that means bullshit serving system.
Gluttony
My favourite filling is either Stilton with broccoli and apple or Shropshire Blue with asparagus.
The tomato, mushroom and smoked Wagyu the other day was also good.
Stated
You can see video for my track Willimbong and read about it here.
Opening Night: State of Origin from Unit24 Gallery on Vimeo.
DIY Public Relations
A video based on that presentation is now online.
Heart in a jar
“Despite my ghoulish reputation, I really have the heart of a small boy. I keep it in a jar on my desk.”
― Robert Bloch
Slander on Facebook
Elsewhere I've seen a tattooist defamed on a local newspaper's Facebook page at an early hour when the moderator wouldn't have been present to delete the post.
It made me wonder who would be responsible in a defamation case. Would it be the poster or the publisher? If the latter, is Facebook the publisher or is the page moderator at fault for comments?
Music around my suburb
Last year I had an idea to focus on my suburb of Willimbong in Leeton NSW. I think I managed one other post, which was about the sounds of a fence.
Anyway, that fence features in a new track I've recorded using material in Willimbong as a springboard for a composition that was inspired by the Naviar project. Their State Of Origin compilation looks like a great idea and has generated a lot of good music.
Below you can hear the final draft, which drew on an instrument made from a slippery slide and the aforementioned fence, as well as gallahs, some drumming recorded at home and a remix of Waipukurau Park for the For 100 Years project.
Below you can hear the final draft, which drew on an instrument made from a slippery slide and the aforementioned fence, as well as gallahs, some drumming recorded at home and a remix of Waipukurau Park for the For 100 Years project.
Modern classic: Killing In The Name Of
Rage Against The Machine were one of the most awesome live music experiences I've had. They are a ridiculously tight band and it is amazing how well the recordings reflect their live sound, rather than being studio creations. (In fact, half of their first album was recorded live in a single night -- see number seven here.)
Collected here are a few versions of Rage's debut Killing In The Name Of, which I think show the enduring strength of the song. I love this quote from guitarist Tom Morello:
“A good song should make you wanna tap your foot and get with your girl. A great song should destroy cops and set fire to the suburbs. I’m only interested in writing great songs.”
This marching band mash-up of Killing... and Bulls On Parade is also ace.
And how about an 8-bit version too?
End of an Empire
Like, would the show have a season for each year in a lead-up to a St Valentine's Day Massacre finale? It was in 1929 that six "associates" of Moran's North Side Irish gang were gunned down. So I was disappointed this season jumped forward seven years to 1931 -- although I was heartened to hear mention of Bugs Moran in a recent episode.
As the second season neared the end I reasoned that, as there wasn't a Wikipedia entry for Jimmy Darmody then, Nucky Thompson had nothing to worry about. I also marveled at the longevity of Lucky Luciano.
Gangster history provides rich material for an HBO TV show and, arguably, it is the genre that made the HBO name via The Sopranos in the '90s. Where that show chartered the lives of mobsters in one city, this one followed the intersections of multiple crime gangs in many eastern US cities.
I also think there's something inherently HBO in the Prohibition Era setting because it's an era that surely ends. In the same way the telegraph arrived at Deadwood or the gentrification of Baltimore ended The Wire or winter is coming to Westeros, there's a certain way these shows position their narrative arcs against looming change that I feel adds urgency and appeal to their storytelling.
If history could change one thing about Boardwalk Empire, it would be the music during the introduction each episode. As much as I like the Brian Jonestown Massacre, I can't stand the use of electronic guitar in a show set before the instrument was invented.
Often I found myself wondering which Duke Ellington track might work better to set the world of Boardwalk Empire. Or how they might have a series of covers of a famous track from the era, in the way they memorably changed the intro music for The Wire each season.
Imaginary Forces - Boardwalk Empire from Imaginary Forces on Vimeo.
Burning Seed 2014
Australia's version of Burning Man took place outside Matong last weekend. It was my third time at Burning Seed and once again I helped Kids Camp.
The event continues to grow, with ticket sales reaching their limit of just under two and a half thousand. Kids Camp has also grown, with around 60 people joining us this year. I ran a cinema again and there was a beaut project that created a giant bunyip puppet, which toured the site ahead of the effigy burn on Saturday night.
I didn't experience much of Seed this year, aside from the Brewery and the Kettle and the Temple burn. The Red Earth City Brewery served many exceptional beers and ciders and I had too many. The Kettle provided a gentle spot to enjoy a very big selection of teas.
The Temple was a phenomenal structure this year and the burn also looked remarkable. The fire spun into a vortex at times, creating a burning whirly-whirly. As the remains smouldered, the smoke also spun into the shape of a smallish twister as the audience cooed.
Warm weather may have contributed to increased nudity this year. There were more people going without clothes.
Mobile sound systems were a great addition to the event, bringing the party soundtrack to various events around the site. I wasn't impressed with one of these stages collecting my child without permission, taking them from Kids Camp to the Brewery.
There are no images to share as I made a decision not to take a camera this year. It's something I'd planned to do last year, then was asked to help a local newspaper. The decision was helped this year by formalities introduced by Seed, seeking approval of images before their use. My feeling is that this isn't appropriate for an event that relies on a community but I understand their reasoning and desire to protect the "radical self-expression" of people at the event. So this dude abides.
The event continues to grow, with ticket sales reaching their limit of just under two and a half thousand. Kids Camp has also grown, with around 60 people joining us this year. I ran a cinema again and there was a beaut project that created a giant bunyip puppet, which toured the site ahead of the effigy burn on Saturday night.
I didn't experience much of Seed this year, aside from the Brewery and the Kettle and the Temple burn. The Red Earth City Brewery served many exceptional beers and ciders and I had too many. The Kettle provided a gentle spot to enjoy a very big selection of teas.
The Temple was a phenomenal structure this year and the burn also looked remarkable. The fire spun into a vortex at times, creating a burning whirly-whirly. As the remains smouldered, the smoke also spun into the shape of a smallish twister as the audience cooed.
Warm weather may have contributed to increased nudity this year. There were more people going without clothes.
Mobile sound systems were a great addition to the event, bringing the party soundtrack to various events around the site. I wasn't impressed with one of these stages collecting my child without permission, taking them from Kids Camp to the Brewery.
There are no images to share as I made a decision not to take a camera this year. It's something I'd planned to do last year, then was asked to help a local newspaper. The decision was helped this year by formalities introduced by Seed, seeking approval of images before their use. My feeling is that this isn't appropriate for an event that relies on a community but I understand their reasoning and desire to protect the "radical self-expression" of people at the event. So this dude abides.
Bassling's AND
There was a lot of material to choose from, with tracks made from storytime at the library, a boiling kettle as well as a playground and then an assortment of instruments.
You'll hear that there's a lot of variety, from funky instrumentals to electropunk with cut-up lyrics and a few songs featuring the voice of Jo.
I've started writing a little about each track on my music blog.
Sunday afternoon music
There's a track of mine on this new compilation from the Naviar Haiku Project. Below is a video I made too.
Give It Up for Kutiman
Kutiman does phenomenal work with material from Youtube, such as the example above. It's the sort of collaboration that never existed before the internet and a remarkable demonstration of the power of Creative Commons, which is the copyright alternative that facilitates these kinds of transformative use.
Ten books that changed my mind
There's been a bit of discussion on Facebook about books, which seems kind of appropriate. So I thought I'd share my list of ten books that I reflect on regularly:
- Woman by Natalie Angier
- Mythologies by Roland Barthes
- Syrup by Maxx Barry
- Ways of seeing by John Berger
- Discipline and punish by Michel Foucault
- Blink by Malcolm Gladwell
- The Republic by Plato
- From Hell by Alan Moore
- Culture club by Craig Schuftan
- Mixing with your mind by Michael Stavrou
As an artist...
Great title for an art show, I think.Alex James and I used to take photos for the ANU student newspaper Woroni last century.
It's a mystery
It's a mystery
how it comes to me
hidden like a rip
draw me down to it
Visions come to me
of what might soon be
but if I let it slip
I'll be undone through it
When there's only one truth to know
you know I don't know
when there's only facts to show
you know I don't know
What I can't articulate
doesn't mean it has no weight
words are only substitutes
for things they represent
Fuzzy outline at best
like headlights behind a crest
shapes moving in the dark
feeding fear into my heart
When there's only one truth to know
you know I don't know
when there's only facts to show
you know I don't know
how it comes to me
hidden like a rip
draw me down to it
Visions come to me
of what might soon be
but if I let it slip
I'll be undone through it
When there's only one truth to know
you know I don't know
when there's only facts to show
you know I don't know
What I can't articulate
doesn't mean it has no weight
words are only substitutes
for things they represent
Fuzzy outline at best
like headlights behind a crest
shapes moving in the dark
feeding fear into my heart
When there's only one truth to know
you know I don't know
when there's only facts to show
you know I don't know
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