Hey, I’m back and I’m throwing you at least an hour (maybe two if you actually read all of this post) of the hottest entertainment around.  It seems that even in the post-modern post-ideological post-everything world that is the shithole we call America, things are always getting easier, e.g. spending a weekend filming all your friends around the city of Hartford and then updating your blog at work on Monday w/ all the vids from the previous weekend, so that’s what I’m doing right now.  First up is Friday night.

FRIDAY NIGHT:

Friday I headed w/ my girl over to JP’s apt around the corner from our place in the West End.  The recipe for the night was a fantastic group of noise sets (Parakeets, Simon Carly, Family Treasures, Barnes, Hunted Animals) w/ just a hint of indyish rock (Tusk Lord) a la The Microphones or early Smog (particulary early nineties albums like “Julias Caesar”).  Unfortunately I was only able to film for the the Family Treasures and Barnes sets below, but the rest did not disappoint.  Parakeets opened the night in JP’s bedroom w/ a few more beats than the rest of the noise, then Simon Carly ripped a loud-ass set in the living room.  Next up my boy Danny Moore (well, I only know him on fb, but isn’t that the best way to really “get 2 know” someone from the 21st century?) blasted some Family Treasures in the dark kitchen (see below):

(file’s too big. I’m still learning to youtube, check back soon)

As you can see for yourself, this set was hot and heavy w/ just the right amount of contact mics and empty beer bottles in the BG.  After that came the out-of-towners Tusk Lord and Hunted Animals who both played some awesome shit.  Barnes headlined the night (I think, my memory’s a little blurry at this point).  Below, you can see these chill bros (Mike Jay PD on the left, Nicky Grundle on the right) kickin’ some big beats on the ones and twos:

It was a fantastic set, and I’m hopin’ one of yalls will b the first to spit a beat over that shit.  Then, after Friday came Saturday.

SATURDAY:

Saturday has nothing to do w/ this post, ’cause I was in Long Island.  Not Hartford. Next.

SUNDAY:

Big TIME Whitney House show!  The line-up included Panzram, Yak Snot, Relics and, hometown heros: Afflictions.  Unfortunately I didn’t make it there early enough to see Panzram, but I did see Yak Snot’s set.  They’re from right over the border in Feeding Hills.  It was a good set, but you could tell they were pretty beat after 23 days of touring b4 this show.  After Yak Snot, Relics blew the joint up!  In the vid below, you can tell that the bass was sOOOOOOOOO deep they were bustin’ through the diaphragm (I’m talkin’ abt the mic you perv).  Srsly tho, they made this basement feel like a swamp full of hot mud and bodies.  I thought that their music was going to make something come out of my body from whichever orifice happened to be the quickest way of exiting my body.  It’s more worth watchin’ the 2nd half of this vid, and if you’ve got the time… both halves:

(check back soon for the vid)

Once Relics heated up the crowd, e’rybody cooled down as much as they could outside b4 Afflictions tore up some more shit.  The vid starts out w/ a dud3 chuggin’ a coke in front of the camera.  That just so happens to be a little bouncin’ Birnbaum (of D Gookin fame) who proceeds to hop up and down in front of me throughout the set. Keep a close eye out for Afflictions Devlish front-man who often gets kinda lost in the crowd/dark:

This set totally ate!  I missed Afflictions last time they played Whitney House, ’cause they were up first, but this time I caught ‘em since they’ve moved up to the headline spot.  All-in-all, it was an unbelievably great weekend. I would highly recommend keeping an eye out for any of these chill bros blowin’ up a venue near you someday soon.  That’s all for now.  Peace Hartford.


Hiatus

01Jul09

The internet is a precious commodity.

I will be back soon.

In the meantime, watch this repeatedly:

P.s.


Watching: Wimbledon

Reading: War and Peace

Listening: Boards of Canada

Drinking: Whiskey and Lemonade


Once, lives were kinda “meaningful,” somehow,

As in, “lives are full of meaning.”

That is a normative statement.

Normative means it is how things should be,

i.e. lives should be “full of meaning.”

This does not mean that “meaning” means, or is, or should be anything.

Instead, “meaning” is just similar to things like shit, or piss, or love, or gummy bears, or dead animals, or other things that people are often full of.

But then somebody wrote the sentence that is the title of this “poem.”

I didn’t write that sentence.

Someone who I enjoyed believing wrote that sentence.

So I believed it.

That is, “The world does not speak, only we do.”

I believed that.

I still believe that.

I plan on believing that for a long time, or maybe for a while at least.

I like believing that, because I think it means that only words have meanings.

I didn’t like feeling like I should be full of something that could really be anything.

Now I don’t feel that way.

That makes being alive much easier, because otherwise “meaning” starts to mean too many things at once, which makes it weigh a lot.

Just like trying to hold too many things at once weighs a lot,

Which sucks,

Because that makes you really tired after a while.


It just occurred to me this morning that in maybe another 50 years or so, people my age will start dying (that’s not the interesting part yet), and that when we die, we will be the first generation to start leaving behind our blogs.  People are already worried abt the “problems” related to social networks and dead ppl who are on them, since apparently dead ppl don’t want their “privacy” invaded by ppl who are still alive.  There have already been lawsuits, articles, even an SXSW panel abt this topic that you can find here.

Obviously, posthumous fame is not a new topic either.  Everyone loves to love dead ppl after they’re dead: Kafka, Em. Dick., Van Gogh, and this guy that Stanley Fish and Susan Sontag like a lot are all good examples of this happening.  Neither of those things by themselves are all that new or interesting, i.e. everyone knows that ppl on social networks will die, and that when ppl die, other ppl who are still alive like to venerate them, because it makes them feel better abt dying themselves/gives them something to hope for when they are dead too.

What is interesting is that these two things will probably start combining soon.  There could conceivably be some posthumous fame coming to bloggers when they start dying.  Like what if Perez Hilton had been killed by Will.i.am?  What abt when other “internet famous” ppl start dying?  I think it might be kinda difficult to predict who the 1st Em. Dick. of the blogosphere will be, ’cause it’ll probably be somebody no one knows abt who writes blogature from their basement, and has never actually interfaced w/ someone in meatspace. 

The other possibility is that blogs just might not have what it takes to “make it” as a literary genre.  They might just end up being pegged as too gimmicky/kitschy/campy/pastiche/corny/ironic to be taken seriously by future generations of ppl or robots that study lit. crit.  What direction is this all headed?  Is there any hope for blogs in “the future”?  Will C.C. become famous/hacked when I die?


This is what the internet looks like sometimes:

1 Million Words

1 Million Words

There are supposedly a million words in this picture, which is probably abt 0.0000000000000000000000000000000000000000000000001% of all the words in memespace.  Even though all those words (and pics, movies, etc.) only weigh 0.2 millionths of an ounce, I feel like this guy when I’m trying to “navigate” into unfamiliar territory.  That’s y most of the time I stick to the parts where I feel “at home,” but that means I spend 25-75% of evry day looking at my “self” online.  Is this just a developmental stage in the life of my meme?  It kinda feels uber-narcissistic to stare at ur own meme/update ur blog-fb-twitter-last.fm-account all day, evry day.  Especially since ur the only 1 looking at them 90% of the time.  How do I build my meme’s confidence and explore new sites?  Is it wrong for a meme to be narcissistic?  Do meatspace morals even apply to memespace?  Let me know how 2 deal w/ this.


So using this hip new app, I (along with many thousands of other memes) watched the prez tell all his tech-saavy subjects about some stuff that’s going on in meatspace.  He said a lot about Iran, which is undergoing some sort of “revolution” that is taking place on a “massive scale,” i.e. 40% meatspace 60,000% twitter.  He also made a joke about his spock-like ears in response to a question about his spock-like reasoning about health care.  The whole health care thing dominated most of the discussion, because he was talking mostly to ppl w/ bodies, and they care a lot about keeping those bodies running properly.  They also got him going abt his new smoking law via his 95% recovery from smoking, a disease which is also a “health issue” for ppl w/ bodies.  Also, ppl got all worked up about the economy, ’cause most of ‘em don’t have jobs where they sit at a computer and blog all day.  This means he was addressing “the American ppl,” which I think must be these guys:

The American PPL

The American PPL

This is y “the economy” is really “important” right now, ’cause evry1 just needs some of the money that they give to the gov’t back so they can feed their kids and go to football games.  If it weren’t for Barry Obama, ppl like this would have to beg in the streets to pay their internet bills and stuff like that.  I’m really glad that I’ve pretty much resigned from meatspace, ’cause judging from this new media experience it looks pretty bad out there right now.


So I’ve been trying to get to know my meme, so as to avoid something like this happening to me:

Srsly, this is a BIG issue.  Humans are now at least 37% internet meme. Some people still think that memes are really more like shadows, but ur shadow cannot ruin ur entire life when it goes viral and makes u an internationally recognizable freakshow/loser of America’s Next Top Model.  This is especially important if you hope to become a “success story” like this woman:

What more could anyone possibly want to achieve than becoming a prostitute, and then “making it” in academia/the religious right?  I’m hoping that this post marks the beginning of a long and prosperous lifetime of my meme in cyberspace conjoined with an overall meatspace cachexia.  I’m just trying to embrace our new social reality/get used to being at least 37% webbased.  No one needs a body all that much anymore, so y would u lament the dialectic that is taking place in the social marketplace?