My latest Ipod obsession
This is my IPOD 10: The Oncoming Depression
1 – AA XXX – Peaches
2 – Prelude VIII in D Sharp Minor – Bach
3 – Quand je claque des doigts – TTC
4 – Prelude XII in F Minor – Bach
5 – The Heartless Has Come – Yoko Shimomura
6 – Vivre – Emma Daumas
7 – Ramblin Man – The Allman Brothers
8 – Fleur de Saison – Emilie Simon
9 – 2 Part Invention No. 3 in D Major – Bach
10 – Let’s Dance – David Bowie
What a strange mix, lots of sex, mathematics (Bach, of course), existentialism and crazy St. Vitus-like dancing fits. What the French Connection is, I don’t know. #5 is a joke of the Fates, for sure.
Migraine…. I wish the one I have right now would go away.
So to commemorate this scourge, I decided to do an Ipod 10.
1 – Wicked Game – Chris Isaak
2 – Electorloge – Troublemakers
3 – Les Jours Triste (Instrumental) – Yann Tiersen
4 – Gamelan (Cantoma Remix) – Cirque Du Soleil
5 – Even though I ‘m Fooling Around – Persephone’s Bees
6 – Black Widow – Dolores O’Riordan
7 – Hyperpower! – Nine Inch Nails
8 – Hold it Together Now – DJ BC & the Beastles
9 – Dance 1 – Kiss Me Deadly
10 – Suite No. 3 in D Major Gavotte 1 & 2 – Bach
That was a good mix. Too bad I was in pain or I would have enjoyed it more.
Why listen to music while my head aches? Being sensible was never a part of my character.
People who stroll slowly on city streets need to get out of my way. What are they trying to do? Change my whole lifestyle?
Mafia 10 Commandments as per the BBC
1. No-one can present himself directly to another of our friends. There must be a third person to do it.
2. Never look at the wives of friends.
3. Never be seen with cops.
4. Don’t go to pubs and clubs.
5. Always being available for Cosa Nostra is a duty – even if your wife’s about to give birth.
6. Appointments must absolutely be respected.
7. Wives must be treated with respect.
8. When asked for any information, the answer must be the truth.
9. Money cannot be appropriated if it belongs to others or to other families.
10. People who can’t be part of Cosa Nostra: anyone who has a close relative in the police, anyone with a two-timing relative in the family, anyone who behaves badly and doesn’t hold to moral values.
Words to live by. Yes, sir. Obviously someone had too much time on their hands when they wrote those bon mots down on paper. You know, I think commandment #8 is a rather large loophole for those going the Cindy Brady route.
Barbara Kruger – Picture/Readings 1978 at the Mary Boone Gallery
The Pictures/Readings 1978 series are a mix of text and photos by artist Barbara Kruger. An example is listed above. The photos are stark, minimal and a bit nondescript. It is the text that adds depth. Each photo of a different house exterior has it’s own story. The stories deal with people in different life stages, one woman has discovered she may have breast cancer another is about a vacationing couple.
The one photo/reading that affected me most was the story of a man who suspects that his wife is having an affair. In the text he muses about jealousy both as an emotion and the various French spellings/word origin. He watches his wife wash dishes and remembers that she stared at his friend a bit too long. But there is no closure to this story. It is merely a small glimpse of a tale that is in progress.
The text stories are strange in that they seem like fiction but then get caught up in stray details, such as what kind of sneakers a subject is wearing. However after reading the stories, the viewer is left with a more personal impression of the photos. The houses take on a significance they would not have alone.
I found the exhibit fascinating.
Here is a link to the Mary Boone Gallery where the series is showcased.
I love this band. They are crazily profane. Their new album is coming out in January, I think.
I woke up this morning feeling a little groggy and confused. Something was wrong. The timing felt rather late. That was because it was late. I jumped out of bed in a crazed manner, trying to grab as many extra minutes as possible. Somehow I managed to leave home and get a bus in about 20 minutes. Then lost the time I gained in massive amounts of traffic snarls in midtown. The bus spent most of its time idling. It serves me right for not transferring to the train.
So to commemorate my morning problem, I did an Ipod 10. It played things that I had forgotten I even had on my little device.
Echoes In My Mind – The Warriors Sdtk – Mandrill
We’re Not Waxworks – Alice In Wonderland Sdtk – Sammy Fain
Dance of the Knights – Romeo & Juliet – Sergei Prokofiev
20,000 Leagues Under The Sea – Paul Smith
Where Is This? – Kingdom Hearts Sdtk – Yoko Shimumura
Blue Monday – New Order
Sonata in D Major for Flute & Piano – Scherzo – Op 94 – Sergei Prokofiev
Pour L’Egyptienne – Claude Debussy
Herculean – The Good, The Bad & The Queen
Bootstrap’s Bootstraps – Klaus Badelt
Yes, the pickings were strange with lots of Disney kitsch. Poor Prokofiev didn’t need to be included in that mess.
The Brotherhoods – Guy Lawson & William Oldham
I just finished reading this non-fiction book. It was filled with information about how law enforcement officials build RICO cases and take them to trial.
This was another book that needed a good editor. It had a jarring structure that confused me many times. Who was telling this story? Who or what was it really about? Was it about Oldham’s career in law enforcement? Was it about corrupt cops or the Mafia? Even more upsetting is that it kept changing tenses and POVs on me. Are we in the present or the past? Narrator in the third person or first person, it is up to the reader to guess.
It was the sheer amount of information that was the saving grace of this book. It struck me that Oldham and Lawson were so excited to share it all that it was never shaped properly. So instead it ends up as one big information dump on the reader. But I pawed through it happily.
The trial scenes were a blast with lots of over dramatic portrayals of THE JURY!!!!!
Let me give everyone some advice, THE JURY doesn’t care about you. Period. So don’t invest any thoughts on what it means when we look at you. If we do discuss you, it is most likely because we are making jokes about your tie.
A few months ago I purchased a book called Black Magic, White Noise. It was a compilation of various artists who specialize in gothic graphic design. The artist that impressed me the most was Bernd Preiml.
His photography is an eerie mix of beauty and horror. The subjects of his photos inhabit a Victorian world full of dark corners, disintegrating rooms and overgrown fauna. He excels in creating a feeling of unease throughout his work with subtle tricks.
In the first example I have shown below, a young woman is reflected face forward in a mirror but she is physically facing away from it. There are so many inaccuracies in the photo that to look upon it is upsetting. The young woman’s menacing expression doesn’t do much to help the viewer either.
I really enjoy the dreamy quality of the coloring in Preiml’s photos. There is a nice mix of color saturation contrasted against monochrome backgrounds. The beauty of the models is also exaggerated very nicely.
You can see more examples of Mr. Preiml’s work at his Myspace website.
My “I’m relieved to have an ipod” Friday 10
1 – A Real Indication – ThoughtGang & Angelo Badalamenti
2 – Ighigenie en Tauride: Ballet, Scene 5, Choeur – “Il Nous Fallait du Sang”
3 – Goldberg Variations – Variation XVI – Glenn Gould
4 – Hips don’t Lie – Shakira
5 – Two Receivers – Klaxons
6 – The Look of Love – Isaac Hayes
7 – To be Loved – Basscut
8 – Available – Moving Units
9 – El Colmo – Babasonicos
10 – Days of Wine & Roses – Cassandra Wilson
As you can see, my ipod was concerned about love,hips not lying and Glenn Gould. It got perverse with the last song, I think.
I discovered Terry Rodger’s paintings through other bloggers. A small example of his work is shown above. This insert is from a painting featured in “The Apotheosis of Pleasure” a collection of Rodgers’ work.
Rodgers uses the medium of oil paints on linen. They remind me, in a strange fashion, of those silly velvet clowns. Rodgers’ paintings have that same bright, happy, over saturated color. The subjects of the work are upper middle class people intent on luxuriating in parties, mostly for swingers. The strangeness inside the scenes is that no one is actually interested in anyone else. Women lounge about in lingerie with bored facial expressions. The men avoid looking at the women. In essence, the parties are akin to riding rush hour trains in which everyone is determined to remain separate. Everyone is seeking a minimum of personal space in an over crowded atmosphere. In that instant, those beautiful people in Rodger’s paintings become idealized versions of ourselves. They are what we wish to be, cool, calm, collected, rich, pretty, and comfortable. Rodgers world is a world in which there are no needy people bothering others with their weak desires for love or friendship. It is a world of beautiful sociopaths.
Below is a link to Rodgers website, examples of his work and critiques.
The Apothoesis of Pleasure
Around 7pm last night, I was waiting for my train. Of course, I was oblivious to my surroundings because my ipod was set to loud. But it didn’t escape my attention that the platform booth was dark and empty. A handwritten sign was taped to a smudged window that stated the occupant was out to lunch. I wondered if this sign was recently taped to the window or hanging there for many hours.
A train arrived but it was much too crowded so I decided to wait for the next one. Lately it seems that rush hour has no end and every train is packed tight with people. As another train was pulling into the station, the unthinkable but inevitable occurred. My ipod slipped from my grasp as I was trying to stow it in my bag. I watched as it hit the platform, gave a perky bounce off the platform and plummeted to the tracks below. The hard plastic cover on my ipod fell off and skittered along the tracks. My ipod bounced again and landed in a cozy spot under the platform. Which was the one good thing that happened because that meant the oncoming train wouldn’t crush it. I was too stunned to even begin panicking. My waiting companions were surprised as well. We leaned over the platform to peek at my ipod lying amongst train track trash. The conductor of the train noticed our gathering and stopped the train just a bit in front of us. He opened his window and asked about my dilemma. When I told him about the ipod on the tracks, the conductor frowned and bit his lip. He told me to knock on the door of the platform office. He pointed to the dark, empty booth in front of us. I told him that it was lunch hour because the messy handwriting on the sign said so. He sighed,told me that he could only use his train phone for emergencies and that I would have to wait for 20 minutes until the booth denizen returned. He closed his window and drove the train out of the station.
My companions told me to catch a subway worker who was wandering the upper level. We could see him on the balcony overpass. I stood there feeling a little confused. Another train pulled into the station. My sympathizers urged me again to find an MTA employee as they boarded. Since waiting 30 minutes wasn’t an option, I sprinted up the steps to the upper level and ran back to the ticket booth. The poor worker who heard my complaint was not happy. She picked up her phone and called some unknown MTA service. At that moment, rail workers carrying a long pincer tool walked by us. The women in the booth told me to go catch them. Which I did. After relating my problem yet again, the rail worker gave a deep sigh, and announced to his companion, “We’ve got another one”. I suppose I should have been ashamed for being an annoying klutz but I really wanted my ipod. This dilemma must be a common occurrence, since these guys seemed to have a specific duty to rescue ipods dropped by their careless owners.
So they followed me to the tracks and the site of my mishap. The pincer tool was used to pick my ipod case out of harms way. But the ipod was much harder to grasp. It kept slipping out of the tool. Finally it was rescued and I was relieved. The Ipod was amazingly in good condition. There weren’t too many scratches on it. It just had two small dents where it was grabbed by the tool. I’ll be sure to hold on to my little player very tightly next time I’m in the subway.