May 2010
2 posts
Bespoke
While I see people around me like the shoe maker and designer Michelle Quick find ways to bring contrary elements together in symbiotic fashion, giving breath to seemingly opposing elements:
Masculine/ Feminine.
Internal/ External.
Industrial/ Refined.
I wonder how these paradigms became so encoded. Not that I have a problem with Yin Yang’s or the boldness of things that are...
April 2010
9 posts
Baby Dee Is The Fire That Brought The Phoenix
“As songs that go forgotten/ Are found remember loud and sung again/The father of all kindness/ The lover of all souls will come to find us/ And if I can remain there/ I will stay/ And I will live another day”
-Safe Inside The Day
It was faith in life and myself that levitated me for weeks above the ever-present doubts of being a dreamer—after happening upon a show of the spell binding...
Video Musics //Alexis Gideon// Sick Room Records...
This rock opera give us reassurance that the seemingly randomness of hand claps and the rock tango tabla beats we step to will one day come together as a gold-plated ruebix cube proudly displayed on the mantle. Describing the premise of this saga can sound a bit like a graduate thesis so put your fingers in your ears and hum Get Low while I lift this:
Video Musics is a twenty-minute multimedia...
Whisker Music Tells Us To Put Our Boots On
Lately, I’ve been thinking about location and where we decided to place our selves. How different landscapes influence mental states. Maybe this is because I am struggling with my own change of scenery, moving from chicago where I lived for the past six years back to my “home town.” It is hard to explain how I ended up back here. Mainly I just really missed the pine trees and wanted the past and...
Erica Burkhart: Captor of Absolute Stillness
As winter wrap’s it’s musty cape around a boney gnarled self slinking away, and nubby bulbs start pushing pastel heads up out of the soil to embrace the sun, it seems we can now handle the rot and decay without danger of completely drowning in it’s bile. I have always held a fascination with graveyards, ghost, and that murky line between the dead an living. Collecting husks of bees, wings...