Endless Lonely Planet

Christopher LG Hill‘s paper and usb publication Endless Lonely Planet, launching Friday May 4 at World Food Books Melbourne.

WORLD FOOD BOOKS The Nicholas Building, Studio 19, Level 337 Swanston Street, Melbourne 3000, Victoria, Australia

Endless Lonely Planet is a yearly periodical in print and data featuring Christopher L G Hill, Nicholas Mangan, Evergreen (Olivia Barrett and James Deutsher), Alex Vivian, Joshua Petherick, Kate Newby, Y3K, Review Swapper, Discipline, Bunyip Trax, Matthew Benjamin, S.T. Lore, Virginia Overell, Nicholas Selenitsch, Darren Banks, Elizabeth Newman, VDO, Theodore Whong, Oliver Van Der Lugt, Hessian Jailer, Jason Heller, Olle Holmberg, Justin K Fuller, Matthew Brown, Ardi Gunawan, Counterfeitness First, Emile Zile, Fictitious Sighs, Porpoise Torture, Bum Creek, Simon Denny… and others

Self published by contributors and Christopher L G Hill, and each copy coming with 4GB of data. A special launch price of $15 (AUD) will apply tomorrow night, it will then continue to be available for $20 (AUD) from World Food Books in store and online.

This entry was written by EZ, posted on May 3, 2012 at 8:16 pm, filed under cold, electricity, exhaustion, hysteria, metal, saliva and tagged , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.

Bill Drummond in Amsterdam

Bill Drummond of the KLF / Timelords / K Foundation was in Amsterdam as guest of the Art Reserve Bank, an alternate currency project based in the Amsterdam Zuidas financial district.

We were The 17, a vocal project that has no audience only participants. A human ring around the financial district where one person after another would scream the word MONEY.

Waiting for the scream to come around, you are left thinking about the pre-crisis office architecture surrounding you, the consensual hallucination that art and banking is, the power of the voice and the trust involved in such a performance. When the scream comes to you it is more of a football chant or rural command, not singing, not melodious. As it passes it feels like the unity of a dance party, solitary individuals united by a moment. The energy of communal experience, a line that passes through acid house, singing in taverns, mosh pits, sport chanting and choirs. The voice – the very first thing and the very last thing.

The White Room was the first ‘grown up’ album I bought. The mythic qualities of the KLF seduced me. Masked pop stars. Sample heavy production. Symbolism and shadow. Read Drummond’s book 45. It’s a self-help text for me, in the same hallowed territory as my viewing of Tarkovsky’s Stalker every six months. Two weeks ago I came across a plastic-wrapped copy of 45 at a small departure lounge shop in Sandakan airport Malaysian Borneo. Sitting amongst Malay fashion and beauty magazines, looking solitary and bemused, it was some kind of omen. I made a photograph of it and took it with me to Amsterdam.

This entry was written by EZ, posted on May 2, 2012 at 8:56 pm, filed under defiance, electricity, hysteria, warm and tagged , , , . Leave a comment or view the discussion at the permalink.