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Curse Ov Dialect • Tour Diary 2007

Thursday, August 14, 2008

In late 2007 the Australian hip-hop group CURSE OV DIALECT embarked on a European tour. I joined them, bringing an all-new A/V show. Curse’s DJ Paso Bionic unfortunately couldn’t join this tour, so we captured him scratching the backing tracks on a two camera shoot in Footscray, incorporating his stage prescence, scratches and fx into time-locked visuals. The resulting pixelated DJ was present and detached for the duration of the tour, a phantom friend looking over the group from a video projector’s eye view. The show ran off my first generation macbookpro, external usb soundcard and the very competent VDMX software. The tour was a challenge mentally and physically, not to mention the attacks from small-town fascists, cross-border stowaways, easyjet powernaps, autobahn speeding and soviet superclubs. Intensely lived time with friends and strangers. Great times.

The following is my tour diary, intermittently emailed from promoters apartments and train stations to my friends back home. Compiled in one large blog chunk for easy digestion and reflection after-the-fact…

THE BEGINNING / GREECE / BULGARIA

listening to piped in italian pop
the sign says ‘the best italian regional cuisine’
changi airport, singpore

eight hour wait until the flight to athens
find a shower then hit the pool bar
the very ballardian experience of cocktails on a pool deck as 747s land around you
wrinkled dutch tourists take a dip
heavy metal ready for lift-off
coffee eventually killed off my caffeine headache
smell the jet fuel and sweet tropical breeze at dusk

a serene sense of peace
knowing that most of the stress has taken place in the lead-up to the trip
now is only to enjoy the experience as it careers madly out of control

the plasma screen in departure lounge is showing a promo for a japanese thriller ‘NIGHTMARE DETECTIVE’

arrive in athens and find adam and earl waiting for me
first gig in thessaloniki
a blues club with a small stage large screen and air conditioning
soundcheck goes smoothly
a boy of six challenges me to a fight in the street
eat a souvlaki from a fast food chain called GOODYS

first act begins and i am suprised to see fans moshing
these kids are pogoing, windmilling and slam-dancing like a punk show

an altercation with a russian man sloshing in vodka occured just prior to the show
we were told afterwards through an interpreter that the guy had a gun and said:
“if i dont like it i will kill you”
we will never know if he was a psychotic criminal or a pissed up importer/exporter from vladivostok
we take the stage and things are going well
after intial shock of seeing curse ov dialect the audience is excited and getting into it
the vodka-man later stumbled to the stage and shook our hands
he must have had a great night

another show this weekend in an underground club in sofia, bulgaria
our hosts are kids that live out in the suburbs
smoking weed in the park and sharing the latest hip-hop mp3s
these kids are helping us navigate the visa process for belarus and avoiding dodgy taxi drivers

MACEDONIA / LATVIA / ESTONIA / BELARUS

speeding buses through narrow mountain passes
overtaking oil tankers, speeding past cement mixers
two visa-less british backpackers get turned away from the border

first show in a stainless steel outdoor super club
something like ibiza in boronia
moving lights, water feature sculptures on steroids
some kind of crass glamour going on here
second life super club is located next to hardware store and petrol station

we perform on macedonian independence day
borce has his wall hangings of macedonian revolutionaries ready
gig goes ok after the crowd’s initial shock and bewilderment
we play before a macedonian jurassic 5 and a croatian 50 cent

day after we watch a 1988 michael jackson concert on cable tv in macedonia
our hosts prepare baked peppers, chilli chicken and egg cabbage salad
cats on rooftop, wild dogs on street

change scene to lake ochrid, macedonia’s lakeside resort town
eating lots of meat in macedonia
haiduk mixed grill makes guts churn
hills, trees, very beautiful yes yes
walk to a roman ampitheatre, samuel’s fortress, orthodox church on lakeside

borce’s cousin found an ancient goin coin
he keeps it in the plastic film of his cigarette packet
he asks me to find a website that can identify his treasure
he is telling borce about digging for gold around macedonia and becoming wealthy
cousin shows us his secret map of mount olympus on a napkin
he says there is buried gold there
he gives his secret serviette map to borce

we leave lake ochrid for a long train ride to thessaloniki, greece
arrive at one am
the two am train we were meaning to catch is booked out
heart-attacks, palpitations, cold sweat
we have a very short connection to make it to our flight in athens
tempers flaring, everyone on edge
with the help of a macedonian agriculture student and
two aussie backpackers we take a bus in the morning

a worried night of delirium in the all-night bus terminal cafe
black coffee, spanakopita, cable tv, bored workers
well-dressed old man sitting in the corner is a senile greek colonel sanders
stray travellers sleeping on their possessions
the aussie backpacker girls are on their way to meet friends in croatia
the dalmatian coast is lovely this time of year apparently
at seven am the cashier opens
with bleary eyes, breath of cheesy pastries we finally get the tickets
triumph and gladitorial conquest
raising the tickets to the sky as we return to our small table

arrive in athens and find a cabbie that drives at 140kmph to the airport
after the biological slow-motion of the night before this ride is sensory overload

three hour flight to riga
get off the aluminium tube and meet the promoter
gig in two hours, do set up, rest for an hour
playing at club depo a subterranean underground club
punk, hardcore scene
curse ov dialect can fit in many places

morning after the show two girls that were hosting us decide to stow-away in our coach

with no-coffee zombified brain cells we watch this brazen duo jump in with the baggage

our new friends are coming with us to estonia in the cargo hold
we are in disbelief, somewhere between exhilaration and dread
they emerge unscathed five hours and dance together in the carpark

estonian gig took place in a venue called ‘who looks like johnny depp?’
still unable to find good sound on this tour
venues dont seem to value booking a sound mixer
sometimes we dont have onstage monitors
we do it ourselves and get a acceptable outcome

getting back to riga the girls tried the same tactic
a double-decker bus and two coach workers prevented their entry into cargo hold
we say fragile farewells and hope they can return safely
after arriving in riga their friend tells us they have made it past the border
talking to the latvian border police
weaving a story that they lost their passports in estonia
canny girls

arrive in belarus
soviet factory making tractors
impressive marble subway facade
nescafe blend 43
hyper inflation $50000 banknotes worth ten dollars
bold concrete soviet architecture
our show is in a big nightclub that has staged boney m, nazareth and scorpions
support act is an experimental russian folk act using traditional instruments and voice
belarus crowds go off
screaming, dancing, moshing, clapping
this neo-soviet isolationist dictatorship knows how to party
night after the minsk super club we take a slow train to baronovichy
play in a concrete box that used to be a boxing training complex
first time i have seen stage divers at a curse ov dialect show
lighting desk is operated by venue owners’ three year old son

last show is at a soviet discotheque
‘house of national culture’
heroic farmworkers, folkdancers on the walls
stained glass mosaic soviet memorobilia
complete failure terrible gig
disorganised organisers and incompetent engineers

ps:

borce was busting for the dunny at baranovichy train station belarus
after barely making it to the toilet in time the only paper at hand was the secret map
immeasurable mounds of gold treasures down the pipes

POLAND / AUSTRIA / NETHERLANDS / SUISSE / FRANCE

arrive in krakow
imperial city
first capital of poland
medieval architecture
untouched by twentieth century bombs
pirogi (dumplings), gulabi (cabbage rolls) polish specialties for lunch
and the first of many vodkas

we go on a tour of nowa huta
a soviet-era giant factory and city

we tour the area in two beaten up trabbant motor vehicles
our tour guide is viktor
racing ‘trabbies’ down polish highways
our brains still sloshing in wybrowa vodka

small underground club called ‘the beautiful dog’
gig goes very well - more vodka
it’s the most drunk i’ve been on the tour
i forget the video cable i installed in the venue
keep dancing with strangers
and forget about it
stumble home
a few hours sleep then a train to innsbruck austria
behind sunglasses

meet the austrian promoter
iranian-austrian MC nomadee
eat a farsi-strudel in downtown wien
car to innsbruck
small provincial town
on the autobahn we see accident after accident
flaming mercedes
smashed passenger coaches
golf hatchbacks screaming past our van at 180kmh

arrive in innsbruck
a left-wing venue and social centre
a pink neon sign above the bar reads ‘no theory, no revolution’
i duck out after set-up to get some food
walk past some dodgy australian themed bars
when i return to the venue the promoters usher me inside quickly
eye spy with my little eye something beginning with nazi
five black-clad dudes are approaching the venue at speed wearing balaclavas
i am the last man to get inside the place
a heavy steel street bin is thrown through the window
i feel the brush of broken safety glass against my back
rocks get thrown through the remaining windows
crowd is screaming and moves deeper inside

the gig goes ahead after an hour
this venue has had attacks by fascists before
our set is blistering and full of energy
energy ramped up to boiling point

later we hear that the goons involved in the attack were arrested

we pack our bags and head to our flight
the only way to get there is by a friend of the promoter
we drive in his mini-van to munich airport
a pianist two weeks a month and a taxi driver the other two weeks
we have lynchian conversations about classical pianists and kangaroos at 3am
arrive half broken but alive in munich
board the plane to dusseldorf
arrive in dusseldorf and get a train to tilburg for a show at three pm
the following day
almost shattered by tiredness
we do the gig
half-enthusiastic crowd
mostly forgettable

during our stay in amsterdam i make a presentation to sandberg institute

discuss my work and meet others who are here to commence an MFA in the netherlands

severely dislocated experience
leave the next day to get to switzerland
all shows in switzerland were succesful
very responsive crowds and great production
stayed in a regal mansion now squatted in lausanne
played in an abandoned winery in neuchatel
one of our best shows
after the gig the bands and friends entered giant empty wine tanks
making music in the reverberant chambers that once housed thousands of litres of wine

french gigs are all fantastic
from le confort moderne in poitiers
a large venue with art gallery, zine library and restaurant
to a parisian barge on the seinne decked out as a venue
french crowds go nuts for curse ov dialect
adam was inadvertantley punched in the face by an ecstatic fan in the front row
now nursing a purple eye

TURKEY / GERMANY / AMSTERDAM

another visit to greece
an easy jet to the moonscapes surrounding athens airport
a quick spanikopita and yoghurt drink with the athens promoter nikos
then on to a train - an all night express to istanbul
crusty bunk beds and tour odour
past the border and the see military everywhere
behind the green foliage we see tanks and bored gun-toting kids in uniform
change trains, present passports and continue
while waiting for the passports to return there is time for one band fight,
two cheese and meat sandwiches and a conversation with a greek musician heading to turkey to buy traditional instruments
after 20 hours of train travel we hit the outskirts of istanbul
a gigantic city that sprawls and sprawls
late night open air seafood restaurants
ancient city border fortifications
wide open bay and mosques

arrive at the hostel
we are in taksim
the red light district
in the first evening we sit down to eat at a traditional street diner

see a fight erupt between nightclub bouncers and a cocky young adult

turkey lost to greece in the football tonight
breakfast of pide and ayran yoghurt drink
curse of dialect is sitting in a pide salon at eleven am in istanbul

the first show is at a large multi-level club in the center of taksim
the lighting man / dj is playing hard techno
itunes visualiser on the bar’s plasma screen
this is a last minute gig for curse due to another gig being cancelled
curse plays to a hand-full of punters including one sean healy from melbourne

the days are spent exploring the city and drinking the strong red tea
borce buys a zurna woodwind instrument to play on-stage
adam buys a marionette to use on-stage

the nights are spent going to bars and clubs in taksim
borce and daryl narrowly miss a shootout between police and a bagsnatcher
30 seconds saved them from running headlong into a gun fight
we have a tea with the cafe owner downstairs who witnessed the action
on to another club, a rooftop bar that is playing macedonian brass wedding music,
euro-latino dance music and obscure one-hit-wonders from the nineteen-eighties
wander up the street and join a posse of night owls cheering on a busker playing an amplified string instrument
the small amp is cranked and makes the strings so much more ear-piercing
the crowd is dancing and cheering
and then more crowd arrives
and then a street cleaner arrives
drops his disheveled cart of plastic containers and joins in
dancing better than anyone else
this lasts for five minutes and everyone slowly moves into the night

late night food up the hill
a man is bleeding, standing, barely conscious
red blood dripping on the cobbled stones
arms outstretched and covered in blood
the liquid is pooling on the ground
the slits on his arm appear self-inflicted
he stumbles and falls
a crowd controller takes him by the wrist to another street
the interaction looks more like detainment than help
our promoter tells us the day after that self-inflicted wounds in public is pretty normal

on the night of our last show the PKK kill 14 turkish soldiers in the east
the country goes into mourning - nobody shows up to our gig
we leave turkey directly after the performance
our taxi driver asks us if we have seen the film ‘madagascar’
he sings the song ‘i like to move it, move it’
it is a one hour drive with conversation and laughs through the warm night

arrive in cologne and go directly to the venue
this week is one of our most hectic on the tour
seven days in a row - across germany and france
autobahn station wagon 200kmh

we survive the shows and make new fans
the last night of the tour is in hamburg with BLEUBIRD
a rapper from florida living in berlin who raps about kurt vonnegut, ‘bad’ johnny halliday and arnold swarzenegger

we finish the bottle of absinthe and stay in the club until morning
this monster tour has come to an end
it is difficult to switch off the inertia from the tour
i am expecting to jump in the car and find the new venue, promoter, sound guy
instead - it is time to depart
leaving the guys in hamburg
a mutated limb that has to be hacked off
i get on the train to amsterdam and am still numb from this immense tour

eight weeks
thirty shows

THE END

http://www.flickr.com/photos/11830861@N08

http://www.skynoise.net/2007/10/29/curse-ov-dialect-and-emile-zile-in-istanbul

http://www.dailymotion.com/video/x39qgx_live-curse-ov-dialect-penich-altern_music


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Interview • Spat’n'Loogie cooking with Finnish trolls

Monday, August 4, 2008

Kat Barron and Lara Thoms a.k.a. SPAT’N'LOOGIE a.k.a awesome hybrid performance creators a.k.a Charltons ‘Gangstas Paradise’ Karaoke Champions have quickly moved from their HOLIDAY show during Melbourne’s recent Next Wave Festival to a residency in Rauma, rural Finland.

What are you doing in Finland?

Soaking up the sun. Taking tours of ‘Rauma’s dark side’, inlcuding a date in a car with ‘pussy patrol’ sprayed on the doors. Writing a feature film. Making a cooking show. Hanging out with teenagers. Making videos at the pool. Making paper mache muscle suits and spitting in each others faces. 7 hour dinner parties. Getting into craft - creating heaps of ‘buddies’.


Do the Finns make good conversationalists?
Do you have any Finnish tales or jokes now?

The most popular joke in Rauma is to say ‘Hey, what’s going on in Rauma tonight?’ - funny because nothing is ever going on in Rauma tonight. Also to add a T to the beginning of Rauma. The locals we have met have been pretty good conversationalists, we met two brothers who were satanists and told us they  wanted to make a didgeridoo out of a t-rex bone and come on as guests on our cooking show to cook mock human (soy based). One of them was going to begin a job managing the local nuclear power plant. We are a bit concerned about that.

What’s the greatest thing that’s happened to you during the residency?

Buddies. (shell art). Seeing a young punk with multi colored giant mohawk dive from an 18 metre platform gracefully into the local pool fully clothed. An all-accapella heavy metal band in Helsinki.

Has the constant daylight affected your ability to work or sleep?

In the beginning we were waking up at 2am, thinking it was 2pm, etc. Its getting dark at about 12 now, we still can’t bring ourselves to sleep before 3am.

How did the cooking show come about?

Boredom and hunger and inability to ever eat outside of the house, entertainment for close friends and coconuts.

Have you been to the Finnish outback?

We are in the Finnish outback.  We have seen crop circles in fields nearby. No, Lapland would be nice.

What else are you doing in Europe?

We are planning to visit St. Petersburg and Stockholm during our visit for good times, after the residency we are going Linz to attend Ars Electronica.  Other plans include making a skype video artwork gameshow with you.


Exotic?

Reindeer stew.

Where can I revel in the excitement of candy?

Pick and pay, this is a mall city.

Whats hot this summer?

Roller blading, peroxided hair, sausage dogs, PUA’s

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Three books • Brophy, BAVO, Hollings

Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Being locked out of my Sandberg studio while holiday renovations take place creates time for exploring the Amsterdam forests by bike, watching EasyJet 737’s full of anticipatory stoners land from my balcony and reading books.

The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert. Australian Screen Classics series. Currency Press, Sydney.

Philip Brophy

Brophy’s reading of the signs within this iconic Australian film is a euphoric textual overload. Few other writers cause me to verbalise my intellectual agitation during the act of reading as Brophy does. I find myself floored by the spiky analysis, unexpected connections and sharp wit. His analysis is incisive and the language used is never jargonistic or cluttered. The author generates a highly subjective theory-fiction, akin to Baudrillard or Barthes’ analysis of the products of culture. Just as valid as any other potential reading and certainly not pandering to any pre-digested self-image of the Australian Film Industry. A highly provocative reading of the gay/straight, male/female, urban/rural energies contained in this film, the passages on Chrome-plating and the Rolls Royce Spirit of Ecstasy, Scarves and the Village Roadshow logo leave a lasting impression, as too the Freudian disfiguration of the land to make way for the Snowy Mountains Hydro Electric scheme. I come away from this book thinking where are all the other analyses of popular culture that refuse to tow an accepted ‘Margaret and David’ canonisation of certain cultural works. Where is the psycho-sexual re-reading of Antiques Roadshow, Channel 10 Late night news or The NRL Footy Show?

http://www.currency.com.au/search.aspx?type=author&author=Philip+Brophy

http://www.philipbrophy.com

Cultural Activism Today. The art of over-identification. Episode Publishers, Rotterdam.

Bavo (editors)

I have been intending to read this collection of essays for the past year. Subconsciously avoiding it until I had decent time and space to take it in perhaps. Beginning with Slavoj Zizek’s concept of over-identification with ‘the enemy’ (advanced capitalism, totalitarian regimes, neo-conservative agendas) as the only form of cultural activism that doesn’t automatically lock into a played out notion of Left-Right politics, with all the perfunctory role-playing that such a binary opposition summons up. Post-ideology activism for a post-ideological age. The argument is that to face the opponent with an image of itself so magnified, heightened and detestable is the only way of exposing the inherent hypocrisy within that system. Santiago Serra, Christoph Schlingensief, Atelier van Lieshout are discussed at length and the cultural shockwaves that their performances and installations generate. Schlingensief has always fascinated me. His ability to be the enfant terrible for German-speaking culture, making unsettling film, tv and theatre work that implicates it’s audience, funders and participants. A kind of double-bluff that provokes a social black hole of shame and responsibility, of which Schlingensief isn’t immune to either. Schlingensief’s projects discussed in this book include the African Twin Towers film installation and Bitte liebt Osterreich, a protest against the extreme-right party of Jorg Haider joining the Austrian government; In a makeshift container camp in the center of Vienna a Big Brother-type reality show asked Austrians to vote asylum seekers out of the camp and out of the country. The ‘most integrated’ refugee at the end of the game won a residence permit. A superb analysis of the Slovenian industral band Laibach is undertaken by Alexei Monroe, dismantling their seemingly ultra-nationalist symbols such as the Slovenian Stag, Alpine romanticist oil painting and traditional folk costume. True to the image of themselves as ‘State Artists’, Laibach’s administering organisation NSK offers a passport to the public from their website for admission to their ’state in time’. All the artists discussed in this volume keep their poker face. It is an ambiguous and complex gesture that provides no easy recuperation or dismissal.

http://www.niederer.info/new_site/archives/23

http://www.bavo.biz

Laibach Live 14.11.03 Ljubljana, Slovenia

Destroy All Monsters. Marion Boyars, London.

Ken Hollings

A sharply non-linear novel that runs at breakneck speed between visiting aliens, Tokyo teens, reanimated Elvis Presley and the interior monologues of the President of the Unted States, Destroy All Monsters is a thrilling read. Elliptical narratives. Cascading plots and thoroughly media-soaked characters scattered around the globe. Also highly recommended is Ken Hollings and Simon James’ ResonanceFM podcast series on American 1950’s Science Fiction, Fantasy and Fact; how the cold war, space race and the very real ‘little green man’ hysteria influenced popular culture and vice versa: Welcome to Mars

http://readers.penguin.co.uk/nf/shared/WebDisplay/0,,74271_1_12,00.html

http://www.kenhollings.com

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Bruce Conner • November 18, 1933 - July 7, 2008

Sunday, July 20, 2008

It was 1998 and our film night HIPNOTISMO was just kicking off. Held in the old Theatreworks hall in St Kilda, we were nineteen and full of beans. Amiel, Dorian and I were excited to show Conner’s MONGOLOID, a found-footage music video before music video. We had the reel of 16mm film from the state film centre, the projector was in working order and we had a half-full auditorium of late-night buffs. The 1978 film cuts together post-WW2 science experiments, nuclear tests and monochromatic chemistry animations, all wildly out of context, with the plasticated future-retro new wave of Akron’s favourite sons DEVO pulsing behind the high-school science. All very influential to us young artists and film-makers. We doubled MONGOLOID with MONGRELOID, George Kuchar’s 1978 film of a man and his intimate relationship with Bocko the dog.

In a perverse twist Bruce Conner’s MONGOLOID is unavailable on YouTube, due to a copyright infringement notice. Did the estate of Conner submit an objection? It never ceases to amaze me how precious stake-holders can be with found-footage work, to the point of placing their own copyright symbol on the tail of a video. Ashes to ashes. Dust to dust. It comes from the unsolicited pile of visual culture around us, it goes back to it, given a spin by the consumer/producer. Value-added organic compost in the electrified slurry of appearances, images and signs.

R.I.P. BRUCE CONNER

DEVO play Australia and Japan in July and August - sing along with MONGOLOID very loud.

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Interview • John Kilduff • Let’s Paint TV

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Let’s Paint TV is a community access cable television show broadcast in Los Angeles. A psychedelic Saturday morning smear of extreme video mixer effects, live painting, treadmill running and taking calls from the public. The host John Kilduff remains focused on being positive throughout abusive calls from anonymous callers, dealing with extreme multi-tasking while painting portraits and interviewing guests. Live studio guests have included a fake Robert DeNiro, carnivorous birds and the Wizard of Oz’s Tinman. Extremely effective grass-roots interactive art on many levels, Let’s Paint TV is an internet phenomenon and a peculiar broadcast endurance event that I wanted to know more about. I asked this indefatigable performer and UCLA MFA candidate graduate some questions over email.

EZ. You focus on multitasking and positivity in
your show, how do you gauge if these very
important life lessons are being imparted to your
call-in audience ? Have you been asked to run
workshops or self-help camps ?

JK. I do get a few personal emails from people who
ask me for advice on how to continue on with life.

EZ. Is positivity coming back in full force in the
USA ? Is Bush’s demise a blossoming flower of
openness or not ? How hard is it to be positive ? Is
California a great place to be positive ?

JK. Yes to all…I think. It can be hard and
frankly, most of the time when I am not
performing…I have to remind myself that Mr Let’s
Paint justs keeps on keeping on! Yes, I think
California is a great place to be positive..both
LA and San Fransisco.

EZ. Do you get hassled at the supermarket ? Are
you well-known in your neighborhood ? Has someone
noticed you in 7-11 and shook your hand ?

JK. No,No,and No…..LA is so big that it just
hasn’t happened yet. Now if I was on the cover of
People Magazine…that would be different.

EZ. Have you made other experiments in the media ?
Ever hosted a radio show or exhibited your
paintings in unconventional spaces ? Were you a
painter before you were involved with electricity ?

JK. During the OJ Simpson trial, I painted the
reporters at the trial and they interviewed me. No
to radio show (my brother did that), But I have
been doing this live internet show on
stickcam.com/letspainttv. Yes, I have been a
painter for over 20 years.


EZ. What is your favourite music ?

JK. Not sure…I like/hate everything

EZ. What is your favourite colour ?

JK. I don’t think I have one.

Let’s Paint TV

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Gerrit Rietveld Academy • grad show 2008

Sunday, June 29, 2008

two audiovisual works caught my eye:

A short documentary by SINA KHANI, an Iranian-born German living in Amsterdam. First he exalts the power of cinema and television, then releases air captured from a Mosque into a Church in a sequence titled EXHALAL, finds a field to recreate a scene from THE SOUND OF MUSIC, meditates on the power of cinematography and celebrates the day’s shooting with a KEBAB and a COFFEE. He is a very comfortable comic performer, openly asking the cameraman if he is overacting or not. The video was installed on a flimsy table next to a plastic DONER KEBAB takeaway sign. A very free and activated use of sound. Interuptions and cuts. Non-diegetic sound and crash endings.

SINA KHANI

A song by Mr. Khani “Let’s not hate the Americans”

May 28, Rode Bioscoop Amsterdam

Danish photographer EVA MARIE RODBRO’s video ‘FUCK YOU KISS ME’ presents the lives of a group of teenagers living in a snowed-in, northern community, it could be LAPPLAND or ICELAND or NORWAY, i dont know. Black and white DV footage that is about to fracture with iced-out beauty and banality. A scandanavian KIDS with no Harmony K in sight. Mundane activities documented in cabins. Kids trying out new crunk dance moves. Slicing open a polar bear’s chest cavity. Slam dunks on a snow covered court. An observational doco with minimal dialogue, superbly controlled timing and a whole SLAB of atmosphere. i need to see her next work in a cinema not on a stool.

EVA MARIE RODBRO

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Mark Boulous • All That Is Solid Melts Into The Air (2008)

Sunday, June 22, 2008

the most impressive video installation i have seen in a long time, currently on at STEDELIJK museum POSTCS amsterdam.

two large 16:9 screens facing eachother, a line of seating along one wall.

screen A: interviews with members of the Movement for the Emancipation of the Niger Delta (MEND) a guerilla group committed to the redistribution of wealth in their local communities, namely by the sabotage of ROYAL DUTCH SHELL oil wells on their land. mostly handheld shots, interviews, a threatening encounter with local hunter, a euphoric ‘miami vice’-like ride through the river with MEND warriors toting guns, wearing colourful woolen balaclavas encrusted with talismanic protectors.

screen B: scenes from the Chicago Mercantile Exchange, traders screaming and selling, trading futures with hand gestures and noise, their own physical signifiers, coloured suits and flags, talismanic toys on their desks, interspersed with shots of the exchange, cold surfaces, the clean edges of capital, the ‘death from above’ of international trading, the detached forces that very directly change peoples lives around the world. mainly tripod shots, close-ups on abstract decimals.

groups of men, men fighting, trading, arguing, clusters of men on missions.

forcing the audience to see one or the other is a bold decision, the audience is on the equator looking left into the southern hemisphere or right into the north. i’m a sucker for these fuzzy binaries, this simple and powerful conceit to symmetry.

this work is at 16th SYDNEY biennale, go see it if you’re in sin city.

stedelijk museum interview with M.BOULOS

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Russia 3 Netherlands 1 • in GUUS they trust

Sunday, June 22, 2008

you are now about to witness the strength of GUUS knowledge.

holland were unimaginative and paralysed by russia, uselessly attacking through the centre repeatedly and being stopped by russias stonewall defense. very classy performance by the ruskis. lovely second goal, tap off the ankle from an extreme cross.

after helping S.KOREA, AUTRALIA and now RUSSIA perform beyond the sum of their parts in big tournaments, GUUS HIDDINK deserves a CUP OF BEER and a VEGEMITE SANDWICH. when will he assist LATVIA to win the world cup ?

now all i want to see is a RUSSIA v. TURKEY final, two non-EU countries in the euro cup final.

i watched the match on a plasma through the window of an 18century pub in amsterdam, sitting in the street while the orange facepaint slowly dripped off the supporters faces, and their plastic hats got crumpled and stained. very sad last drinks.

‘carn the cossacks…

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MONA LISA SUPERSTAR • LOUVRE PARIS

Wednesday, June 18, 2008

she peers out from behind bullet proof glass, wry smile at the onlookers. adoring fans. people shooting low-resolution snaps of an icon. like a throng at an airport documenting the arrival of a movie star. crowd barriers. elbow to elbow.

a scrum ten ppl deep. canon sony olympus flashes going off. two bored guards looking on. an audience with the smile, protected behind glass and layers of art history. she must get tired at the end of the day. strobing flashes in the face. child on dad’s shoulders getting a glimpse.

at first i was star-struck. i refused to walk around the wall and see this image. how do i know it really exists? the reproduction is so much more palatable.

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MELT BANANA • PARADISO • JUNE 11 2008

Monday, June 16, 2008

tokyo stop start technical grind screamo viruosity.

she channels john lydon pistols-era effortlessly. the demeanor. the stances. the vaguely straight jacket looking white top. the side-long stares to the audience.

tight songs and brutally extreme swoops and pans from a sampler. jumbo jet take off or being stuck in a mobile telephone for a ten minute ring cycle. affecting and exhilirating. concise and brutal.

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