#Jennifer Gristle

[california99]

Important cali side characters

[ripempezardexerox]

Dices Merzbow, yo digo Justin Beiber

Dices Boredoms, yo digo Katy Perry

Dices Gerogerigegege, yo digo Skrillex

Dices Coil, yo digo Lady Gaga

Dices Throbbing Gristle, yo digo Black Eyed Peas

Dices Whitehouse, yo digo Taylor Swift

Dices Nurse With Wound, yo digo Bruno Mars

Dices Einstürzende Neubauten, yo digo Maroon 5

Dices Brainbombs, yo digo Drake

Dices Egor Letov, yo digo One Direction

Dices Death in June, yo digo LMFAO

Dices Current 93, yo digo Beyonce

Dices La Monte Young, yo digo Carly Rae Jepsen

Dices Moondog, yo digo Kelly Clarkson

Dices Lou Harrison, yo digo Coldplay

Dices Henry Cowell, yo digo PSY

Dices Luigi Russolo, yo digo Imagine Dragons

Dices Popol Vuh, yo digo Lana Del Ray

Dices Fishmans, yo digo Ellie Goulding

Dices Jean Jacques Perrey, yo digo P!nk

Dices Les Rallizes Dénudés, yo digo Owl City

Dices Rainbow Caroliner, yo digo Carrie Underwood

Dices Taj Mahal Travellers, yo digo Christina Aguilera

Dices Fushitsusha, yo digo Ariana Grande

Dices Peter Brötzmann, yo digo Rihanna

Dices John Cage, yo digo Jennifer Lopez

Dices Scott Walker, yo digo Ed Sheeran

Dices Unwound, yo digo Mumford & Sons

Dices Dead, yo digo Tyga

Dices Frank Zappa, yo digo Shakira

Dices Morton Feldman, yo digo Macklemore

Dices Captain Beefheart, yo digo Big Time Rush

Dices Pharoah Sanders, yo digo Akon

Dices Albert Ayler, yo digo Foster the People

Dices Ornette Coleman, yo digo The Weeknd

Dices Alice Coltrane, yo digo Panic! at the Disco

Dices Arnold Schoenberg, yo digo Florida Georgia Line

Dices Pierre Boulez, yo digo Big Sean

Dices György Ligeti, yo digo Gym Class Heroes

Dices Karlheinz Stockhausen, yo digo Miley Cyrus

Dices Nang Nang, yo digo The Lumineers

Dices Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, yo digo Jay-Z

Dices Nara Leão, yo digoCharlie Puth

Dices Basic Channel, yo digo Mac Miller

Dices Raymond Scott, yo digo Twenty One Pilots

Dices Delia Derbyshire, yo digo Harry Styles

Dices Daphne Oram, yo digo Charli XCX

Dices Noah Howard, yo digoBTS

Dices Terry Riley, yo digo Iggy Azalea

Dices Peter Sotos, yo digo John Legend

Dices Lula Côrtes e Zé Ramalho, yo digo OneRepublic

Dices Boyd Rice, yo digo Migos

Dices Mahmoud Ahmed, yo digo Logic

Dices Henry Flynt, yo digo Bastille

Dices Kazumoto Endo, yo digo Five Seconds of Summer

Dices David Tudor, yo digo Pentatonix

Dices Aporea, yo digo The Chainsmokers

Dices Half Japanese, yo digo Fall Out Boy

Dices Mega Banton, yo digo David Guetta

Dices Secret Chiefs 3, yo digo Greta Van Fleet

Dices Keiji Haino, yo digo Alicia Keys

Dices Ramleh, yo digo Kanye West

Dices Otomo Yoshihide, yo digo T-Pain

Dices John Zorn, yo digo Lizzo

Dices Joe Meek, yo digo WALK THE MOON

Dices Robbie Basho, yo digo Cardi B

Dices Phil Spector, yo digo EXO

Dices Faxed Head, yo digo Solange

Dices Harry Partch, yo digo Lil Nas X

Dices Wesley Willis, yo digo Disclosure

Dices Fred Frith, yo digo Sam Smith

Dices The Residents, yo digo Michael Buble

Dices Sun Ra, yo digo Paramore

Dices Sun City Girls, yo digo Linkin Park

Dices Hans Krüsi, yo digo Florence + The Machine

Dices Royal Trux, yo digo Rascal Flatts

Dices Jandek, yo digo Eminem

Dices Yat-Kha, yo digo Chance the Rapper

Dices Loren Mazzacane Connors, yo digo Mariah Carey

Dices Pärson Sound, yo digo Snoop Dogg

Dices The Dead C, yo digo Adele

Dices Comus, yo digo Shawn Mendes

Dices Cromagnon, yo digo Chris Brown

Dices Eliane Radigue, yo digo Camilla Cabello

Dices Arthur Doyle, yo digo Halsey

Dices Shizuka, yo digo The 1975

Dices The Red Krayola, yo digo Billie Eilish

Dices Henry Cow, yo digo A$AP Rocky

Dices Magma, yo digo Dua Lipa

Dices Opus Avantra, yo digo Kendrick Lamar

Dices Pan.Thy.Monium., yo digo Nicki Minaj

Dices Murmuüre, yo digo Madonna

Dices Ksiezyc, yo digo Britney Spears

Dices Gong, yo digo Post Malone

Dices Cukor Bila Smert', yo digo Jonas Brothers

Dices cLOUDDEAD, yo opino que te calles

Dices Muslimgauze, ¡¡ YO GRITO POP!!

Dices Kaoru Abe, y te parto la madre

El 92% de la juventud está escuchando Avant Garde Noise. Si eres parte de ese 8% que aun escucha música de verdad, comparte este post a tus contactos de facebook.

¡¡¡¡ No dejes que el espíritu del POP muera !!!!

[wulfums]

Do you have any extra info about Crittertopia? Just wondering because this au is AMAZING! <3

tee hee thank you...im surprsied people are so interested in it. my thoughts are Very disorganized !!

but basically! smormu is in charge of crittertopia. he specifically has it out for the smiling friends. after his Twin With The Exact Same Name got killed he moved to the Enchanted Forest way before any of this.

Mr Frog is Actually not a critter. He is a demon. (Also he and Gristle knew each other in imp training loooong ago. They went to Imp Prom together lmao) So he isn't effected.

Gristle is only partially effected, being half critter half demon.

Charlie and Allan's aggression towards each other reaches a point to where Allan is forced to Leave. So him and Whatwulf find a nice secluded cave behind a waterfall and live there now.

Grim and Gnarly still have it out for Pim and Charlie! So when Smormu lets them in on Some of his Evil Plan they feel like they're included on all of it. They cause a Lot of issues allowed by Smormu to get the Smiling Friends mad at each other. When something genuinely violent and bad happens (IDK what. Someone gets very injured though.) Smormu publically Banishes the three of them and goes on about how he has evidence they've been behind all the issues in the town until now. And like.....yeah thats believable. They would be! So Grim, Gristle and Gnarly are banished now too and are so mad about it. They are going to find a way to get back at him.

I guess this answers an earlier ask but. Smormu and Gristle become friends and Gristle teaches Smormu some demon shit. He even gives Smormu his old notes from Imp School that he carries around because he drew funny doodles on them. They also happen to include shit like. How to ressurect a dark soul and bargain w/ them. So when Smormu banishes Grim and Gnarly, he genuinely expects Gristle to stay with him and is, for some reason, shocked when Gristle gets pissed at Smormu for pulling this and prefers to leave with his boyfriends.

So the main human group is on the other side of the Enchanted Forest. Critters feel repelled from it, so it's a good guess that maybe, something that may help eliminate Werecritterism might be there. They even have a guide. This is not good for them! Smormu revived + summoned Mip from the underworld. He also wants Pim dead, specifically. So if Pim and Charlie were there they'd be able to warn their human friends not to trust him...but they're not. The human group (Zoey, Marge, Jennifer and Desmond. Mr Boss stays back at the office to stay within radio range with the boys, since Charlie does have a radio collar. They have Jason so he just cannot deal with not knowing updates on Jason, and the part of the Enchanted Forest the humans have to go to has electronic interference.) has no idea who this is. Mip knows who they are. So they are being so horribly mislead. Yay!

Smormu and Mip probably kissed (This is how you seal a demon pact. Or at least thats what Gristle told him. Its not true, Gristle was just messing w him.)

Interestingly. Jason, despite being a critter, has absolutely no signs of werecritterism. Sadly everyone is too caught up in interpersonal drama to even notice that.

Even though the traits they get vary WILDLY! Members of the same family tend to have similar werecritter traits. Like Amy and Pim have basically the same features. Charlie and his uncle would as well.

A third minor villain appears! Whatwulf has a tracking collar that looks exactly like Charlie's radio collar, so he assumes it's also from Mr Boss (Since originally, Whatwulf is the one taking care of Jason, but Pim takes over that role.) but like. It's not. Mr Landlord has, apparently, had Werecritterism for way, way longer than anyone else (Due to the Morgue. The disease is directly connected to dead humans.) and like, actually physically wants them dead(You see, if all of Allan's loved ones are dead. Which just seems to be Whatwulf right now. He'll have no choice but to hang out with him!). He probably looks like a fucking. Scary cryptid or somth. This is the least thought out part so far, I have to figure out how it fits in.

Thats all the info I can think of

[virtualhell]

You say Merzbow, I say Justin Bieber

You say Boredoms, I say Katy Perry

You say Gerogerigegege, I say Skrillex

You say Coil, I say Lady Gaga

You say Throbbing Gristle, I say Black Eyed Peas

You say Whitehouse, I say Taylor Swift

You say Nurse With Wound, I say Bruno Mars

You say Einstürzende Neubauten, I say Maroon 5

You say Brainbombs, I say Drake

You say Egor Letov, I say One Direction

You say Death in June, I say LMFAO

You say Current 93, I say Beyonce

You say La Monte Young, I say Carly Rae Jepsen

You say Moondog, I say Kelly Clarkson

You say Lou Harrison, I say Coldplay

You say Henry Cowell, I say PSY

You say Luigi Russolo, I say Imagine Dragons

You say Popol Vuh, I say Lana Del Ray

You say Fishmans, I say Ellie Goulding

You say Jean Jacques Perrey, I say P!nk

You say Les Rallizes Dénudés, I say Owl City

You say Rainbow Caroliner, I say Carrie Underwood

You say Taj Mahal Travellers, I say Christina Aguilera

You say Fushitsusha, I say Ariana Grande

You say Peter Brötzmann, I say Rihanna

You say John Cage, I say Jennifer Lopez

You say Scott Walker, I say Ed Sheeran

You say Unwound, I say Mumford & Sons

You say Dead, I say Tyga

You say Frank Zappa, I say Shakira

You say Morton Feldman, I say Macklemore

You say Captain Beefheart, I say Big Time Rush

You say Pharoah Sanders, I say Akon

You say Albert Ayler, I say Foster the People

You say Ornette Coleman, I say The Weeknd

You say Alice Coltrane, I say Panic! at the Disco

You say Arnold Schoenberg, I say Florida Georgia Line

You say Pierre Boulez, I say Big Sean

You say György Ligeti, I say Gym Class Heroes

You say Karlheinz Stockhausen, I say Miley Cyrus

You say Nang Nang, I say The Lumineers

You say Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, I say Jay-Z

You say Nara Leão, I say Charlie Puth

You say Basic Channel, I say Mac Miller

You say Raymond Scott, I say Twenty One Pilots

You say Delia Derbyshire, I say Harry Styles

You say Daphne Oram, I say Charli XCX

You say Noah Howard, I say BTS

You say Terry Riley, I say Iggy Azalea

You say Peter Sotos, I say John Legend

You say Lula Côrtes e Zé Ramalho, I say OneRepublic

You say Boyd Rice, I say Migos

You say Mahmoud Ahmed, I say Logic

You say Henry Flynt, I say Bastille

You say Kazumoto Endo, I say Five Seconds of Summer

You say David Tudor, I say Pentatonix

You say Aporea, I say The Chainsmokers

You say Half Japanese, I say Fall Out Boy

You say Mega Banton, I say David Guetta

You say Secret Chiefs 3, I say Greta Van Fleet

You say Keiji Haino, I say Alicia Keys

You say Ramleh, I say Kanye West

You say Otomo Yoshihide, I say T-Pain

You say John Zorn, I say Lizzo

You say Joe Meek, I say WALK THE MOON

You say Robbie Basho, I say Cardi B

You say Phil Spector, I say EXO

You say Faxed Head, I say Solange

You say Harry Partch, I say Lil Nas X

You say Wesley Willis, I say Disclosure

You say Fred Frith, I say Sam Smith

You say The Residents, I say Michael Buble

You say Sun Ra, I say Paramore

You say Sun City Girls, I say Linkin Park

You say Hans Krüsi, I say Florence + The Machine

You say Royal Trux, I say Rascal Flatts

You say Jandek, I say Eminem

You say Yat-Kha, I say Chance the Rapper

You say Loren Mazzacane Connors, I say Mariah Carey

You say Pärson Sound, I say Snoop Dogg

You say The Dead C, I say Adele

You say Comus, I say Shawn Mendes

You say Cromagnon, I say Chris Brown

You say Eliane Radigue, I say Camilla Cabello

You say Arthur Doyle, I say Halsey

You say Shizuka, I say The 1975

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You say Magma, I say Dua Lipa

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You say Pan.Thy.Monium., I say Nicki Minaj

You say Murmuüre, I say Madonna

You say Ksiezyc, I say Britney Spears

You say Gong, I say Post Malone

You say Cukor Bila Smert', I say Jonas Brothers

You say cLOUDDEAD, I say shut the ---- up

You say Muslimgauze, I SCREAM pop music!!

You say Kaoru Abe, I punch you in the face

92% of teenagers have turned to Avant Garde and Noise. If you are part of the 8% that still listen to real music, copy and paste this message to another 5 videos. DON'T LET THE SPIRIT OF POP DIE!

[what-if-nct]

I had a dream so. There was this lady with long dark hair. She did all the girls hair in the bathroom there were seats against the sinks like a real salon. My hair went from pink to red to blonde throughout the whole dream and it was long with bangs and head band. But she was a man eater like Jennifer's Body, she ate men the women knew we didn't say anything a few even helped her . I was just trying to get my hair done but i did see her scout for men, ultra muscular was her type not super skinny she’d try and get frustrated and let him live. Not chubby cause too much gristle. I knew i was safe if she ever turned on women.

So shes found out and on the run. So I'm at a mall with amusement park rides at that point my hair was blonde and i looked like an 80's mall Barbie, i had on a pink body con mini dress, jean cropped jacket, pink converse with ruffle lacy bobby socks and my hair was long, blonde, with face framing curls and the 80's bangs.

So Johnny's a reporter or detective he never said but he had me sit with him and asked me questions. He got me lunch and as he put a beer down i said " I dont drink " and before i finished my sentence he pulled out a juice box and chicken nuggets and he pat my head and spoke softly as he asked me questions. I was so spacey and afraid and like i couldn't say what i knew. I was just really scared. And the girl who helped her came out and said everything. the maneater lady was in the crowd around us and Johnny went to protect me but she went after the other girl then they sent in a whole police squad to take her down and Johnny stayed with me to make sure i was okay. It ended up being a date and it played out like an 80's movie montage.

[ashestoashesjc]

Bad Witches (0.2)

It’s early in a windy, fall evening and perfect weather, Bev believes, for an outdoor soirée. She has decorated her patio for just such an occasion: clearing away a great majority of the vacant tequila bottles, putting new, full tequila bottles in their place, and that’s it. Soirée City.

She also sets out wine. To be fancy. But boxed wine. So, not too fancy.

Bev and the other witches are chatting and laughing and they’ve each had at least a glass of wine, so the suggestion to play a round of Apples to Apples is lauded entirely. Bev chuckles at the idea of “this game but naughty” and the rest of her coven, having never encountered Cards Against Humanity, cheer on this bit of remarkable innovation.

They halfheartedly play more board games and flip through hundreds of channels of nothing on the backyard monitor and stare out at the ocean as it crashes against the wall of sandstone beneath the deck.

The purple and orange glow saturating the scene evokes a certain warming calm. An impenetrable peace. So, of course, Matt penetrates it when a thought occurs to him that he simply must vocalize, “Oh, yeah. We should do that thing now. While we’re all here.” And before any questions can sufficiently land, Matt stands and disappears into the house.

Kate goes to say something, but before she does, Bev grabs her attention.

“Did you get that babysitter? What’s her name? Jennifer?” she asks. Kate, derailed, says, “Jessica. And no, Dan’s babysitting tonight.” “Is it really babysitting if they’re also his kids?” Haley asks, looking up momentarily from her NatGeo article.

Kate pretends not to hear her and continues, “I can’t remember the last night he had off. The children really missed having him there to tuck them in.”

“What’s this new job of his?” asks Bev.

“Still structural engineering, but a higher position. The pay’s wonderful, but the hours…” says Kate, adjusting her shoulders, “I’m sure they’ll appreciate it when they’re older.”

“Do you appreciate it now?” asks Haley, who winces at her own words once she’s said them.

Kate merely looks at her.

“Okay, I think I’ve got everything!” Matt announces as he re-enters the patio. Kate looks away from Haley, who has appropriated her jacket into a tortoise shell and retreated. “A Childhood Treasure,” he lifts a tattered blue blanket, “Check. The Residue of Slumber,” he holds up a jar of collected eye gristle, “Unhygienic, but check. Salamander Tongues,” he holds up another jar of what is apparently the reason we’re so short on salamander vocalists, “Not even really sure why we need that one, but if the instructions say so: Check. Looks like that’s everything.” Matt claps his hands together, “Let the seance begin!”

“This is not a seance,” says Kate.

“Yeah, usually you just talk to the ghosts in a seance. Manifesting them physically is a whole other ballpark,” Bev says, swirling her wine glass.

“What? You told me we’d be “contacting spirits” with a ouija board like at a middle school sleepover. That one of us would probably confess to moving the planchette and we’d all laugh about it over daiquiris!”

“I didn’t think I’d get you here otherwise,” admits Bev. “You wouldn’t have!”

“See? I was right.”

Kate rises to her feet so quickly the wine in her glass flurries about, threatening to send a glob straight to the newly inserted lime green carpet below, but the spilled sip of wine hovers a few inches from the ground, then follows the motion of Kate’s now extended hand, funneling backward into the glass.

“See what you almost made me do? And I helped pick out this carpet!”

“But you didn’t! Now sit and stay and help us deal with this little girl,” says Bev, standing and pushing Kate by her shoulders back into the love seat.

“Little girl?” Kate asks.

“You didn’t tell her?” asks Matt in reply. He sighs and recites the story again from the beginning.

For as long as he can remember, Matt has had a Dream Buddy. That’s what he called her. His Dream Buddy. Any nighttime adventure he undertook played out with her right by his side. Through puberty, through adolescence, through discovery, there she was. Ever present. He couldn’t dream without his buddy there.

And if he tried, it made her very unhappy.

You see, the Dream Buddy was no longer confined to dreams. If she wanted Matt to awaken covered in bruises the next morning, she could do that. Cuts? She could do that. Kerosene? She could do that.

So, Matt stopped dreaming. For years, he’d sleep, but trained himself to stop just before the REM cycle hit. And for years it worked. Then he met Blake. And he fell in love. And suddenly, he wanted to dream.

But he’d forgotten about his Dream Buddy.

She hadn’t forgotten about him.

“Oh. Well, it sounds like she just needs a good mother,” says Kate, taking a sip from her nearly depleted glass.

“We thought you’d feel that way,” Bev says.

[supersonicart]

Cult of Meow III.

Opening on September 7th, 2019 at Gristle Gallery in Brooklyn, New York is the group exhibition, “Cult of Meow III.”

Now in its third year, this show brings together both new and returning artists to celebrate the feline species.  "Cult of Meow III” features new work by Allison Bamcat, Robert Bowen, Jaclyn Brown, Catpainteer, Consuelo Carramiñana, Gigi Chen, Jennifer Davis, Defectivepudding (Christa Dippel), Dina DiCenso, Olivia Faust, Katie Gamb, Ellie Gill, Claudia Griesbach-Martucci, Annette Hassell, Gregory Jacobsen, Alexis Kandra, Gabrielle Kash, Victoria Le, L. Kelly Lyles, Grelin Machin, Michele Melcher, Hana Mulyati, Johannah O’Donnell, Lindsay Petrick, Carolina Seth, Deth P. Sun, and Sybiline.

The exhibition will be on view until December 7th, 2019.

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[readwithmichelle]

Books I Read in June

Sorry for the lateness of this one - holidays and other shenanigans got in the way of me finishing this write up. Anyway -  For the Month of June I’ve read Ninth House, Gideon the Ninth, The Last Temptations of Iago Wick, and The Empress of Salt and Fortune.  

Ninth House is now my third Leigh Bardugo book. This one is her adult fiction series - and it is reflected in the content. Ninth House is much more harrowing than her young adult titles. Alex is the survivor of a multiple homicide, and no one knows how. She’s tapped to go to Yale on a full ride on account of her ability: Alex can see ghosts. So now she’s plunged into the world of Yale and it’s Secret Societies, where she fulfills the role of accountability for these Secret Societies. In this book, magic is not some beautiful flowing thing. It’s gritty. Characters are up to their elbows in gristle and bones and flesh. It’s gross. Alex’s backstory too, is quite horrifying. The Ghosts she can see are horrifying. It’s a roller coaster of uncomfortable storytelling, but at the same time I was completely hooked - I wanted to know where this story would go desperately. Ninth House is essentially a procedural mystery novel, not necessarily a fantasy like her previous novels, though fantasy elements are present. The plot of the book revolves around several crimes, all of which have to be solved by the end. There is the murder that Alex survived, Darlington’s disappearance, the death of the Bridegroom and his Bride, and the death of Tara. All of these incidents have strings that lead all the way to the end of the book in an explosive end that reveals the truth of it all.  Ultimately, this is probably one of my favorite adult fiction books that I’ve read. Leigh Bardugo is a masterful writer, and I found myself on the edge of my seat with this one, too. Watch out for this one, folks.  Also, a warning - a LOT of content of this book would be considered triggering. Several horrifying things happen, so enter at your own risk.  5/5 Gideon the Ninth by Tamsyn Muir was the next book I read in June - though I started it in May. Boy, this one was a bit of a slog fest. That is perhaps a fault of my own, and not necessarily that of the author’s or the book’s, though. I’m really not into speculative fiction/science fiction at all -  I recently went through my Good Reads shelves and realized that I’ve read less than 10 science fiction novels in my entire life. They just do not appeal to me - and it’s for a reason that Gideon the Ninth falls into as well - the book intentionally obfuscates for about 150 pages - it’s majority of the time an info dump about the technology of the universe that has been crafted for the story. I don’t enjoy that - in fact every time I run into it I can feel my eyes glazing over and boredom setting in. That was largely why I ended up putting it aside to read other books first. Once I came back to it, however, it was still a slog for a bit before the story actually began to pick up.  The story follows Gideon Nav, who is a disgruntled indentured servant of the Ninth House - one of the nine necromantic houses in the galaxy that serve an undying Necro-Lord Emperor. She is forced to become the Prime Cavalier of her house in aid to the Reverend Daughter - Harrowhark Nonagesimus, who is the strongest necromancer the house has ever produced. She and Gideon, however, have a past - they absolutely hate each other. The nine houses of the galaxy have been called to the first house, and all of them are to participate in a contest to see who can become a Lyctor - basically a suped up Necromancer in service to the Emperor. That’s basically the gist of the main plot - there’s also a bit of a murder mystery that takes place because necromancers and cavaliers start dropping like flies, but the core of the story is the interpersonal relationship between Gideon and Harrow. It’s a decent enemies to lovers trope done well - though I would argue they don’t actually become lovers at all - merely come to an understanding about their own pasts. Their relationship can be very much defined as toxic co-dependence.  Ultimately the story was alright - I wasn’t very wow-ed by it, as the world building felt extremely thin, though I did find the necromancy aspect interesting. Gideon and Harrow are both interesting characters on their own, but ultimately the story wasn’t extremely gripping for me. My biggest gripe of it all, however, is that I never found out what exactly the Emperor was fighting against. What is the great threat to the existence of the galaxy that makes Gideon dream to be a part of it, what necessitates the Lyctor trials even being called once more? I never found that out.  3/5 After that I decided to breeze through some smaller books - if they can even be called books at some times.  The next book I tackled was The Last Temptations of Iago Wick - it’s a self published book by Jennifer Rainey, and follows two demons working for Hell in 19th century New England. It has a bit of a steam punk flare, though it’s not hugely present, and is whip crackling funny. It very much reads like a Good Omens alternative universe fanfiction that got tweaked for publication, but honestly, that doesn’t bother me because it’s simply that enjoyable.  Iago is to be promoted into essentially a regional manager in the efforts of Hell against the forces of Heaven. He specializes as a Tempter - creating Faustian Bargains after Bargains with finesse and panache. His partner in his efforts and in his Demonic life is one Dante Lovelace, a “Catastrophe Artist” who specializes in mass mayhem and death. He is described as Byronic and gloomy, with taxidermied animals all over his apartment. Iago and Dante’s relationship is so refreshing - they are queer without fanfare. There is only passing references to period typical homophobia, but their relationship is sweet and presented without drama and trauma.  Iago’s current assignments are to essentially take down the Order of the Scarab - a secret society pulling the strings in Marlowe, who have murdered and bribed and intimidated in order to further their own ends, but a demon hunter stands in his way of accomplishing his goal.  The book has some interesting segments about free will, the nature of Heaven and Hell, which if you know me I’m wont to eat up eagerly. This book was a nice change of pace after the frustrations of Gideon.  4/5 The final book I read for the month was The Empress of Salt and Fortune by Nghi Vo. This is more of a novella than an actual to goodness novel, but it was extremely satisfying and well done. This was the book that made me go “well maybe a book doesn’t have to be 200 pages to convey a proper story.” I don’t want to give too much of this book away, as I feel it is an experience that needs to be truly embraced blindly. It reads much like a kind of flowing, poetic prose, however, and the overarching theme of the novel is primarily that of the vengeance and rage of women against an unjust world. I highly recommend this one as a breeze read, though if you are anything like me it will leave you more than a bit emotionally compromised after.  5/5 For the month of July I have mostly taken a break for the first few weeks, just enjoying some time to myself. I have read the first season of Lore Olympus and that will be included in my July write up, but for July I intend to take some time to decompress and deal with wedding planning. I still hope to read a few books though, and my July list is The Vine Witch by Luanne G. Smith, The Only Good Indians by Stephen Graham Jones, and Merchants of Milan by Edale Lane. I actually began The Vine Witch in June but it has not exactly kept me riveted to its pages, so hopefully I can finally slog through it.  See y’all at the end of the month! 

[dustedmagazine]

Dust Volume 5, Number 9

Tropical Fuck Storm

Just like that, summer’s over and we face a growing pile of late 2019 records. But before that, before we drag ourselves like kids to school into the second half, a moment to appreciate what’s accumulated.  This month’s Dust touches on groovy jazz tuba, punishing hardcore, a bracing industrial reissue, altered percussion and an OG Tuareg guitarist.  Contributors this time around include Isaac Olson, Ian Mathers, Jennifer Kelly, Jonathan Shaw, Bill Meyer and Andrew Forell.  

Joseph Allred — O Meadowlark (Feeding Tube) 

O, Meadowlark by Joseph Allred

 Plenty of people get the tag American Primitive Guitarist stuck on their rump these days. It’s not always appropriate and it’s not always welcome, but it adheres to Joseph Allred with the fastness of the truth.  Allred, a Tennessean who currently pursues higher learning at Boston College, understands that whether you use mountain music or raga-derived form as your framework (and he uses a bit of both, alternating between skeletal banjo figures and rushing guitar fantasias), the music has to project something beyond the notes. O Meadowlark not only evokes a cascade of emotions, some explicit and others allowed and bent until they’re beyond name, but he exerts an opposite pull. Like Robbie Basho or Steffen Basho Junghans, he draws the listener through the sound hole and into the tones and overtones that carom about the insides of his guitar.  Climb inside; like a Tardis, it has room for all.

Bill Meyer 

Caterina Barbieri — Ecstatic Computation (Editions Mego)

Ecstatic Computation by Caterina Barbieri

The title of Caterina Barbieri’s third LP suggests a congress of emotional states and cognitive processes; total neural action, you might say. The sound of the thing suggests another, maybe more personal integration. She favors massive, echo-haloed electronic sounds, the sort that would set off all manner of madness in the disco if only she’d subordinate them to a sufficiently clubby beat. But instead she juxtaposes them with wordless female vocals (not her own) and switched-on harpsichord sounds which lock together with a structural logic that probably comes natural to a person who grew up studying classical guitar. And while the sounds promise abandon, the way they lock together requires submission to a Bach-like allegiance to order. Promise delivered.

Bill Meyer

Theon Cross — Fyah (Gearbox Records)

Fyah by Theon Cross

Tuba player Theon Cross was the secret weapon of last year’s excellent Your Queen is a Reptile, by The Sons of Kemet. Fyah is Cross’s debut as a band leader, and  if the melodies occasionally sag, Cross and company generate more than enough energy to keep you, if not intently listening, grooving. Like many in the London jazz scene, Cross has no qualms about pulling in sounds from everywhere, and while not every experiment works (the synths and trap beats on “Panda Village” don’t add much), it keeps Fyah feeling fleet and admirably populist. Cross’s commitment to bring the tuba back to our attention and good graces is admirable, and he’s certainly the right guy for the job, but for better or for worse, he suffers the fate of all lower register players: disappearing when played back at anything less than high volume. As such, the real MVP on Fyah is tenor saxophonist and fellow London hotshot, Nubya Garcia. Fyah is a good record. It gets better the louder you play it.

Isaac Olson

 Drugs of Faith — Decay (Selfmadegod Records)

Drugs of Faith have been making records like Decay, their new EP, for quite a while now. The record is full of crossover hardcore that pushes on the pressure points of crust and sludge. It’s grimy, gritty, sweaty stuff and it’s really good. The focused truculence of a song like “Anonymity” sharpens rather than overwhelms the tune’s tendencies toward melody, and what a frigging breakdown. The whole 7” — all ten minutes of it — is terrifically punishing. Or maybe it’s punishingly terrific. Whatever it is, it goes by quick. But that’s cool, you’ll just flip it and play it again. And like a live hardcore set, music this intense is best enjoyed in small, gut-thumping doses. Toward the end of the excellent track “Nihilists,” singer Richard Johnson (who also plays guitar) growls, “If I go down, I’m taking you all with me.” Sure sounds like he means it.

Jonathan Shaw

Help — Help (Self Released)

Help by Help

One advantage to keeping songs short and lyrics anthemic is that you can throw a whole lot of sludge into the works and still end up with tunes that folks will remember the next day. Portland noise-punk band does this six times on their quite good debut EP, Help. No surprises here, just grimy, coruscating punk that sounds amazing when you’re reading the latest update on our slide into oligarchy/kleptocracy/kakistocracy/planet death/what have you. Best of all is their theme song, which softens up a traditionally macho genre with some very welcome, very 2019 vulnerability (Complete lyrics: “Help!/I fucking need it!/You know I’ve battled but it’s all I can take!”) and the closer, “Class War Now” which is about… well, you know.

Isaac Olson

 HTRK – Nostalgia (Fire Records)

Nostalgia is the self-released 2004 debut EP by Australian experimental trio HTRK (Hate Rock Trio). Nigel Yang (guitar, programming, electronics), Jonnine Standish (voice, percussion, samples) and Sean Stewart (bass, programming, samples) produce seven tracks of heavy, noise intensive electronica with echoes of Throbbing Gristle, Pan Sonic and Suicide. Physically and psychically crushing, the tracks move at a funereal pace with waves of static and feedback crashing against bottom end bass, percussion and drum machines as Standish’s voice intones from a cave, a cross between Lydia Lunch and Alan Vega. Instrumental opener “Hate Rock Trio” begins quietly with the ticking of a clock, a time bomb with crashes of distorted percussion. Thereafter the song titles tell the story of the EP. Run together they form both a record of, and a demand to acknowledge, damage inflicted: “Look What’s Been Done/Look Down the Line/Look At That Girl/Look At Her/You Injured Me/I’m All Broke Up.” The intensity builds with each track as feedback and samples scratch atop thickening layers of black sludge. Re-released by Fire Records, Nostalgia is a bracing experience with a palpable sense of menace.

Andrew Forell

 Max Jaffe — Giant Beat (Ramp Local)

Giant Beat by Max Jaffe

If a curious listener was told Max Jaffe only used one instrument to make Giant Beat, they’d be forgiven for guessing something like a modular synth. Instead, it’s drums, but in a way that makes the question maybe a little bit of a cheat; Jaffe, drummer for JOBS, Elder Ones and others, was also a beta tester for something called Sensory Percussion that allows percussionists to use their instruments to trigger sounds and samples in a way that feels analogous to the chromatic, sometimes abrasive playing Ian Crause and Disco Inferno did with sampling. Of course, with a drum kit and that kind of setup, Jaffe can generate a whole album just by himself in a different way than you might get with, say, a singer and an acoustic guitar. Giant Beat dips its toes into various experimental waters, jazz here, electronics there, noise and musique concrete there, but always with the steady pulse of Jaffe’s one-take percussive playing behind it. The result feels like anything but a product demo; if anything, it feels like a new type of voice articulating itself.  

Ian Mathers  

Ocean Fanfare — First Nature (Barefoot)

First Nature by Ocean Fanfare

Whether you take the words First Nature as a prescription of priorities or a stern reminder of who is best equipped to play the long game in the battle between humankind and its environment, this is a record with a message. But since that message is being relayed via horns, bass, and drums, which play melodies that wind and ascend, one must exercise one’s emotional antennae to decode the vibe. Both trumpeter Tomsz Dabrowski and alto saxophonist Sven Dam Meinild are equally facile with post-bop tunes and extended technique explorations, and the shuttles between these poles gives the music a questing quality. They’re methodically seeking, not giving up hope, and the inventive ways they maintain balance on the fly suggests that they’re conscious of what tools will come in handy if people are going to survive.

Bill Meyer

 Abdallah Ag Oumbadougou — Anou Malane (Sahel Sounds)

Anou Malane by Abdallah Ag Oumbadougou

One of the original Tuareg guitar heroes, Abdallah Oumbadougou recorded these dreaming, droning, melancholic-with-a-swagger tunes in Benin in 1995 with the West African producer Nel Oliver. It was a step up for Oumbadougou, who had previously recorded mostly on boom boxes in encampments during breaks in the Tuareg rebellion, but the songs, even embellished with electronics and studio effects, have a raw, lonely power to them.  “Thingalene” drifts towards funky pop in its syncopated drum machines and squealing synths, but Oumbadougou’s voice carries over time and distance with a bracing authenticity. Other tracks, like “Tenere” splice the echoing snap of gate-reverbed drums to a beat that sways like camel caravans; the guitar work here is particularly fine. On its original release, Anou Malane introduced the world to the Tuareg’s keening, ambling desert blues; now it reminds us that artists like Tinariwen and Terekaft and Mdou Moctar are interpreting and extending — not inventing — a vibrant art form.

Jennifer Kelly

Savage Republic  —Gods  & Guns (Mobilization)

Savage Republic doesn’t pack the band schedule very tightly nowadays. The band, currently a quartet (Thom Fuhrmann, Ethan Port, Alan Waddington, Kerry Dowling), took the whole of the 1990s off and has made just two albums in this century. But when they do make a record, it hits hard. In days gone by they sounded like Rhys Chatham fronting the Ventures on an album of Aegean surfer themes, but now they sound just a bit like Michael Gira fronting Echo & the Bunnymen in some Bladerunner-like hell of a dark hole. “God & Guns,” sung in dire and reverb-swaddled tones by Fuhrmann, articulates understandable dismay at the twin lumps of stinky meat that are being held in front of the vast heard of fascism-embracing Americans. The instrumental on the flip is named “Tranquilo,” but you won’t rest while they’re charging you, driven by chain-gang shouts, oil drum lashes, and epically massive bass. Heavy shit for heavy times.

Bill Meyer

Sleeping Ancient — There Is No Truth But Death (Viridian Flame)

There Is No Truth But Death by Sleeping Ancient

In any number of ways, black metal and the horror fiction of H.P. Lovecraft are a good match. The overweening interest in darkness and unnamably horrific, indecipherably complex forms; the highly abstruse mysticism; the tinge of troubling racism and anti-Semitism — it’s sort of uncanny. Sleeping Ancient aren’t the first black metal band to express a deep appreciation for Lovecraft’s weird fictions. Heck, they probably aren’t even the tenth or the fiftieth. But if they’re not breaking any new ground, thematically or musically, at least they’re making good songs. Check out the grand dirge of “Akeru,” or the slow but assured drift, from frigidly delicate melody to batshit intensity, that forms “Taphephobic Hallucinations” (taphephobia, by the way, is crippling fear of the grave—not death so much as the gravesite itself). The songs are typical of Sleeping Ancient’s mannered but powerful playing, which the band sustains across the whole of There Is No Truth But Death. It’s a good record to play as we wait for Cthulu. Judging by current conditions, we won’t have long to wait.

Jonathan Shaw

 Sore Points — Not Alright (Slovenly)

SORE POINTS "Not Alright" EP by Sore Points

If you miss the Marked Men, how ‘bout some hard, fast punk rock from Vancouver? This four-song 7 inch, following a 2018 self-titled on Deranged, snarls and stomps with feverish fury, making the most of its double drummed, guitar stabbed, bass whomped basics. You’d infer a few battered Ramones records in the rec room, but also punks both harder core and more melodic—Black Flag on one end and the Buzzcocks on the other. “Not Alright” rampages at blur speed. The drummer, whoever he is (Sore Points are not big on self-promotion), gets a monster workout here, but really everybody is pushing about as hard as it goes. “Not Coming Back,” is likewise accelerated, but in an anthemic, memorable way. As a non-professional, you’d kill yourself trying to keep up playing these songs, but you can sing along, no problem, after just one or two spins.

Jennifer Kelly

 Tropical Fuck Storm — Braindrops (Joyful Noise)

Braindrops by Tropical Fuck Storm

“Braindrops,” the title track from this second Tropical Fuck Storm album, slinks and rattles and backpedals, its rhythm complicated and syncopated, its stream-of-consciousness lyrics about dreams and waking (“But you gotta get up because time is nagging like a dog humping your leg”) as tangled as the polyrhythmic beat. There’s a slant of ska in the bass, a dissolute hint of post-punk in the cracked vocals and a baroque inclination to stuff things to the gills in the overload of just about everything. Tropical Fuck Storm tilts recognizable forms so far over that they always seem to be careening into chaos. A hip friendly bump of bass and drums is just a landing pad for guitar noises that crash, still burning, to the ground. Even the ballads (“Paradise” both “Marias”) teem with noise and dissonance. Braindrops is never an easy listen. It verges, fairly often, on the unpleasant. But in a world where everything spins down to a grey Spotified entropy, it’s a prickly, fascinating, mess of bright colored wires; go ahead cut one and see if it explodes.

Jennifer Kelly

 Various Artists — Greys (Anachronisme)

Greys by Field Guides

In this day and age, if one even wanted to put together a new “We Are the World,” where would one start? Leverage Models’ return to music last year with the phenomenal Whites was partly so that previously-shelved record could raise money for the Southern Poverty Law Center, and here the band and Anachronisme Records are at it again. Raising money for the Mohawk Valley Resource Center for Refugees this time, instead of trying to rope everyone they know into one big aesthetically-dubious singalong, they’ve put together with any number of friends a smorgasbord of 21 tracks all somehow ‘in conversation’ with the music on Whites. There are plenty of intriguing covers, remixes, and other deconstructions, from Field Guides’ glowing, pastoral version of “If I Let You Stay” to the menacing buzz of DOV’s remix of “Dark Pools,” to Concierge Records and The Working Elite’s “transatlantic meditation” on the feeling of the first song on Whites with “Day Two,” as well as two unreleased tracks from Leverage Models. Then there are the contributions that just engage with the emotions and stories of the original album, like Courtship Ritual’s haunting “Uncle Incision” and William Tyler’s gorgeous “She Swims in Hidden Water.” There’s a lot here to absorb, but even if you’re not familiar with the source material it all stands on its own, even as it’s still one of the most intriguing expansions of an album in recent memory. Not to mention hopefully a more effective way to help a good cause.

Ian Mathers

 avery r. young—Tubman (FPE)

tubman. by avery r. young

avery r. young brings the sizzle in this paean to African-American musical traditions from skanky funk to body-moving R&B to soul-on-fire gospel, complete with a full choir. The multi-talented Chicagoan took inspiration from his own book—Neckbone: Visual Verses—from Nina Simone and from the singer Jamila Woods, whose superlative pipes provide the uplift of many of these cuts. “Maasai” slouches so far into a smouldery blacksploitation groove as to be nearly horizontal, all evil wah-wah’d twitch and rumbling bass and slashing lightning bolts of disco strings, while “go'head mary & weep” takes things to the church with a massive harmonized swell. young himself has a fine, fluttery, emotionally nimble tenor, shades of the Reverend Al Green in his supple phrasing, but his songs take flight when they’re sung by a crowd, as on the spiritually stirring “lead in da wattah” and especially, the monster highlight “get to know a nina simone song” which rolls on like a doo-wopping, gospel-quarteting freight train right on to Mississippi. God damn, indeed.  

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[usgunn]

October 20, 2019

CLICK HERE for the October 20, 2019 playlist

I’ve been bad about annotating the playlist recently.  It takes a bit of time, which is not something I always have.  But, luckily, this week I managed.

1. Faust - “Jennifer” (1973)

From their fourth record, aptly titled Faust IV.  One of the great German krautrock purveyors.  Maybe their most “pop” moment?  Which, I mean, still isn’t very pop.  

2. Barbara Howard - “I Don’t Want Your Love” (1969)

Forgotten soul singer from Cincinatti, married to long-time Cincinatti civic leader Steve Reece.  This non-album single, along with a contemporaneous album, On the Rise, were recently reissued by Ohio label Colemine Records.

3. Funkadelic - “Standing on the Verge of Getting it On (Single Edit)” (1974)

I’m sure Mr. Clinton needs no introduction.  This is from the album of the same name, probably my favorite all around Funkadelic collection.  Luckily found a single edit so we don’t have to hear him ask someone to pee on him for the first minute of the song...

4. Black Eyes - “Deformative” (2003)

DC post-everything band with two drummers, two bassists, and one wild guitar player.  We saw this band open for Q And Not U at the Caledonia and it was awesome.  They imploded after their second album and that was it.

5. Fog - “Inflatable Ape, Pt. 3” (2007)

Andrew Broder is a Minneapolis dude who has never settled on a genre, which is probably a large part of why no one really knows who he is.  After a couple of murky lo-fi records he landed on Lex Records, an experimental hip-hop subsidiary of Warp Records, but his second record for them was, essentially, an indie-rock record.  This song comes from that album, Ditherer, one of the smartest, quirkiest albums of the early 2000′s.

6. The Mauskovic Dance Band - “Same Heads” (2019)

Wacky, genre-hopping band led by a Dutch drummer.  On Soundway Records.  Recent discovery, but I’m intrigued.

7. Jef Gilson - “Choro in Blue” (c. 1960?)

Gilson was a French jazz pianist, composer, and arranger, and unfortunately there’s not that much out there to read about him.  This song might be from 1960 and might have been featured in Jean-Luc Godard’s Breathless?  Or possibly neither of those things are true.

8. Disconnection - “Bali Ha’i (Radio Mix)” (1982)

Weird, no-wavey take on a song from South Pacific.  Like, the Broadway musical.  Targeting a pretty specific market.  This came out on Y Records, the same label that put out the Tesco Bombers track from a few weeks ago.

9. Peggy Gou - “It Makes You Forget (Itgehane) - Edit” (2018)

South Korean-born, Berlin-based DJ and producer.  I first heard about her when she put out a DJ-Kicks mix earlier this year.  Her own catalog is fairly sparse, but this song in particular is a lot of fun.

10. Parsley Sound - “Spring’s Near” (2003)

UK band that released one album, the creatively named Parsley Sounds, and then disappeared.  I had never heard of them until Mac McCaughaun from Superchunk randomly tweeted about them the other day.  Weird, dreamy psych-pop that wouldn’t sound out of place next to Olivia Tremor Control--although this track is a little more electro and instrumental.

11. Tages - “One Day” (1967)

Before her passing in 2011 the legendary Trish Keenan from Broadcast created a mix, Trish’s Mind Bending Motorway Mix, full of obscure 60′s psych tracks that I, for one, had never heard.  Among them was a track by the Swedish band Tages, "You’re Too Incomprehensible.”  This is another track from the same album, Contrast.

12. Robert Lester Folsom - “Biding My Time” (1976)

Folsom was a South Georgia boy who grew up in Adel, Georgia, the county seat of Cook County, halfway between Moultrie and Valdosta.  He managed to get into home recording with a tape deck he bought from Sears, and after several years making home recordings, he made one full length record, Music and Dreams, at Lefevre Studios in Atlanta (which was on Ellsworth Industrial just down from Bone Garden Cantina).  Folsom serendipitously grew up next door in Adel to Don Fleming, who would go on to play guitar in Gumball and produce at least one stone-cold classic (Teenage Fanclub’s Bandwagonesque)--Folsom produced a record for Fleming’s first band, The Stroke Band, at Lefevre in 1978.

13. Eric Matthews - “Fried Out Broken Girl” (1995)

Matthews was (at least at the time) a Boston-based composer, arranger, and songwriter who had made a splash in the band Cardinal with Richard Davies from the Moles.  This is from his first solo album, which came out on Sub Pop as grunge was fading, and featured significant contributions from another 90′s pop auteur, Jason Falkner of Jellyfish and later of Beck’s band.

14. John Foxx - “Europe After the Rain” (1981)

Opening track from Foxx’s second solo album, The Garden.  Foxx previously fronted a pre-fame (or at least, pre-financial success) Ultravox.  His solo records are interesting, dramatic takes on new wave.  He’s most recently been collaborating with some of the Ghost Box Records crew.

15. Turning Shrines - “1/4 Circle Black” (1985)

Primarily the project of Boston-based Fred Giannelli, there must be a story here I don’t know.  This comes from his first EP, produced by Genesis P-Orridge of Throbbing Gristle, but the band otherwise didn’t do much else (they put out one album in 1988, which I randomly found at a record store in Charlotte a few years back, but that album is mostly atonal, strung-together pieces).

16. Julia Holter - “Sea Calls Me Home” (2015)

I feel a bit embarassed that I just don’t really get most of Julia Holter’s work, which is fiercely adventurous and avant-garde, but not exactly in a way that pulls me in.  So it’s more embarassing that my favorite work of hers is her 2015 album Have You In My Wilderness, her most direct set of songs by a country-mile, of which this song is an obvious highlight.

17. The Week That Was - “The Airport Line” (2008)

Well, I managed to get to Week 13 before putting any actual music from Field Music’s Brewis Brothers on the playlist (the Slug song from a couple weeks back, produced by them, doesn’t count).  While on a break between Field Music albums two and three, older brother Peter Brewis put out a record under the name and title The Week That Was, and it remains a highlight of the Brewis’s catalog.  Big, bold music in the vein of Japan or Kate Bush and laden with wonderful string and horn arrangements.  This track is a highlight, with a truly mesmerizing drum beat that I get lost in every time.

[california99]

I am loving the new direction you’re going with this world! Are the side characters based on any songs, or are they straight out of your own head?

Some are some aren't! Rex and Jennifer are song based characters (Racer-X by Big Black and Hamburger Lady by Throbbing Gristle respectively), Bloody Mary & Mr Nice Guy's names are taken from Mr Bungle demo songs but aren't directly based on them, and the other ones just came from my brain 👍

[futuretimepresenttime]

Chronology

2008

Barack Obama elected President of the United States of America

Fidel Castro steps down as president of Cuba, his brother Raul become president

Stalker (1979),film by Soviet director Andrei Tarkovsky

Solaris (1972), film by Soviet director Andrei Tarkovsky

Nausea, Jean-Paul Sartre

Kickstart the Broken Mirror Project, collaborative installation with artist Justine Nowading

 2009

Barack Obama is inaugurated as president of the United States

I dive into the Facebook universe

Notes from Underground, Dostoyevsky

Participate in Dia de los Muertos exhibit at Onda Gallery

Home Altars of Mexico, Dana Salvo

 2010

Self-publish book on the history of Los Angeles punk rock movement

Pleasures of the Damned, Charles Bukowski

 2011

Almanac of the Dead, Leslie Marmon Silko

 2012

One Hundred Years of Solitude, Gabriel Garcia Marquez

Return to Portland Community College-Fine Arts major

Hunger Games, Suzanne Collins

The Absolutely True Diary of a Part-Time Indian, Sherman Alexie

 2013

Major artistic influence, Native American Rick Bartow

First painting class ever with instructor Karen Esler/ PCC

Temple of Confession, Guillermo Gomez Pena

 2014

Transfer to Portland State University-Art Practices major

Dangerous Border Crossers, Guillermo Gomez Pena

 2015

The New World Border, Guillermo Gomez Pena

Conversations Across Borders, Guillermo Gomez Pena

Exercises for Rebel Artists, Guillermo Gomez Pena

 2016

100 Love Sonnets, Pablo Neruda

Graciela Iturbide: Eyes to Fly With, forward by Alejandro Castellanos

Graciela Iturbide, Fundacion Mapfre exhibition catalogue

Presidential election of Donald Trump: The rise of fascism in America

 2017

Accepted into the BFA program, Portland State University

Solar Eclipse over Oregon, August 21

Interrogation Machine: Laibach and NSK, Alexie Monroe

Wreckers of Civilization: The Story of Coum Transmissions and Throbbing Gristle, Simon Ford

The Industrial Revolution, Dave Thompson

The Art of Noises, Lulgi Russolo

The Will to Power, Friedrich Nietzsche

The Medium is the Message, Marshall McLuhan

Assimilate: A Critical History of Industrial Music, S. Alexander Reed

Modern Primitives: An Investigation of Contemporary Adornment and Ritual, RE Search

Here’s your Irony Back, Raymond Pettibon

Francis Alys: A Story of Deception, MOMA

 2018

Beginning of 3rd year BFA

Van Gogh: The Life, Steven Naifeh, Gregory White Smith

Subject to display: reframing race in contemporary installation art, Jennifer A. González

Rick Bartow: Making marks. (Preservation of Oregon's artistic heritage), Swanberg, S. Walker and Amoris, & Salem Art Association. (2006)

Rick Bartow: Things you know but cannot explain, Jill Hartz, Jordan Schnitzer Museum of Art, University of Oregon

Mexican Portraits, Pablo Ortiz Monasterio

Diversity and Dialogue: The Eiteljorg Fellowship for Native American Fine Art, Eiteljorg Museum of American Indians and Western Art

Bodies that Do Not Matter: Marginality in Maya Goded's Photographs of Sex Workers in Mexico City, Journal of Latin American Cultural Studies

The Edge of Time: Photographs of Mexico, Mariana Yampolsky

Good Girls, Maya Goded

Witness of Time, Flor Garduno

Herejias, Pedro Meyer

James Luna: Emendatio. National Museum of the American Indian, Smithsonian Institution

Casta Painting: Images of Race in 18th century Mexico, Ilona Katzen

Painted in Mexico 1700-1790: Pinxit Mexici, Ilona Katzen

Mexican Costumbrismo: Race, Society and Identity in 19th century art, Mey-Yen Moriuchi

[buttererer]

Tracklist

Brownie McGhee & The Jock Block Busters - Worrying Over You Lightnin' Hopkins - Don't Get Mad With Me John Brim - Dark Clouds Bobo Jenkins - Tell Me Who Othum Brown - Ora Nelle Blues Harmonica Khan's Blues Band - Stateville Prison Blues Tony Harris - When I Get You Back Floyd Dixon - What Is Life Without A Home Willie Smith & Jesse Hill - Just One More Time Nancy Moody, Stanley Wilkins & Greg Gresham - New Old Friend Choice Band - Second Time Around The Exposed Blues Duo - I'll Get Along Somehow The Modern Jazz Quartet - No Happiness For Slater The Rising Storm - Frozen Laughter The Monkees - Porpoise Song The Cairo Gang - So What, Who Cares Smog - Spread Your Bloody Wings Sherry Diaz & Her Devoted Lovers - Siegfried Supreme Dicks - River Song Simon Joyner - You Don't Know Me Uli Boettcher / Martin Klepper - Rut/Roh 13 Karnataka Suddhasaveri Adi - Ekambresh Wara Hoang-Vuy - Loi Song Nui (Voice Of The Mountain And Stream) Tim Kaiser - Hell's Bells (Requiem) Stina Nordenstam - This Time, John To Kill A Pretty Bourgeoisie - Long Arms The Birthday Party - Jennifer's Veil Throbbing Gristle - Subhuman The Dead C - Power Vanessa Rossetto & Steven Flato - fpdgtv

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NO LIGHTS NO LYCRA FREMANTLE [242] (LIST BY STEVEN JAMES FINCH)

FAREWELL COUNTDOWN #6

LET’S START - FELA KUTI

BEST OF MY LOVE - EMOTIONS

WORK REMIX - RIHANNA

LOSE CONTROL - MISSY ELLIOT

PONPONPON - KYARY PAMYU PAMYU

DARLING NIKKI - PRINCE & THE REVOLUTION

BROCCOLI - BIG BABY D.R.A.M. FT. LIL YACHTY

DJARLINY - BURDIYA MOB

I’M REAL REMIX - JENNIFER LOPEZ FT. JA RULE

HYPERBALLAD - BJORK

FOREVER - HAIM

IN TIME - FKA TWIGS

COMMUNICATION - MEI SARASWATI

WOMAN IS A WORD - OF EMPRESS

HOT ON THE HEELS OF LOVE (RATCLIFFE REMIX) - THROBBING GRISTLE

TAKE CARE - DRAKE FT. RIHANNA

TOMBOY - PRINCESS NOKIA

DAT $TICK - RICH CHIGGA

BOSS ASS BITCH - PTAF

BLOOD ON ME - SAMPHA

LAST DONUT OF THE NIGHT - J DILLA

HOLOCENE - BON IVER

PASSIONFRUIT - DRAKE

HIT VIBES - SAINT PEPSI

ALL NIGHT - BEYONCE

ALWAYS BE MY BABY - MARIAH CAREY

LIST FROM TUESDAY 25/04/17

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“Phobos & Diemos” at Gristle Gallery.

Opening July 14th, 2018 at Gristle Gallery in Brooklyn, New York is the group exhibition, “Phobos & Diemos.”

“Phobos & Deimos,” showcases artwork inspired by Mars and its two moons, which will be the closest to Earth on July 27th in 15 years. Artists explore both the literal celestial bodies as well as their mythological namesakes: the gods of war, terror, and fear. 

Artists above: Miranda Zimmerman, Joe Vollan, Tasli Shaw, Hannah Dansie and Jennifer Baker.

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