tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10187390682490093182024-03-13T03:29:36.061-07:00The TinderboxWhere artists present themselves in their own wordsSam E M Decterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237533729983942055noreply@blogger.comBlogger112125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018739068249009318.post-71944639292034364212019-12-15T17:22:00.001-08:002019-12-15T17:22:53.023-08:00Crossover<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">The only distraction to my mind these days, by which I mean the past 2 weeks, is the occasional consideration of whether it is myself who has gone insane, or whether it is Chef Sensei. For days now he has said nothing to me but Long shot! Quicksilver! Magick! etc. Burgers were burnt, fries over-blanched. I daresay I have of necessity become the short order cook and master of the food dojo Chef Sensei always saw in me, by virtue of his dropping all pretence of communication in favour of my spiritual enlightenment. And still he persists. All day, everyday, variations on the exact ordering of: Magick, spiral, bishop, quicksilver, longs<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">I've determined at least that these are all names of characters from Marvel comics. Basic research has also confirmed that all of these characters are capable of or associated with some kind of teleportation, astral projection, or interdimensional/time travel within the canon Marver multiverse.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">I lie awake for hours every night before sleep takes hold, waiting in anticipation of the hypnogogic aura, going over the names in my mind, reciting them aloud in various combinations. To no end. Chef Sensei, for all of the jarring nonsense he insists on talking, seems patient with my progress. Later, I would come to understand that this was because of the thc in my fatty cells. At around this point, about a month since I swore off weed in acceptance of Chef's insistance that it was necessary for the full clarity of my third eye, the flow of the thc built up in my bodily tissues would begin to reverse itself, releasing into my sleeping and waking mind, preparing me for the final stage of my training.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">My dreams in this time were of lurid colours and wild scenes. The intensity and importance of events I witnessed in dreams seemed significantly heightened, the memories of them I could carry over in my waking life more vivid. The very understanding of what I was experiencing nightly had me shook. I was changing and changed by the lives I led on Other sides, as I watched myself grow old and die, watched loved ones die and be reborn, as I watched all of history and of my own life and current initiation playing out in joycian witt, as I danced with witches and smoked iboga in the libraries of Harry Potter university, as Roald Dahl's Willie Wonka and I faced off against technicolour ninjas to save my family. The exercises in dream memory retention and lucid dream-hopping which my chef sensei had beaten into my reflexes were paying off large. I dreamt I was the Nightcrawler, Kurt Wagner, bampfing from one world to the next in Quantum Leaps. I knew that without smoking, I would have to rely on my training in order to dreamfast the connection between realms during the moments of hypnogogic ingress. I was ready to recite the names in order. As the aura overtook me, as the world around me dissolved in swirls of optic noise, I spake:</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">doctor strange long shot quicksilver spiral cable bishop scarlet which zero magick destiny gateway forge</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">And that's how I came to you, here in Parkdale.</p></div>Sam E M Decterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237533729983942055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018739068249009318.post-24850702576355263902019-12-13T20:44:00.001-08:002019-12-13T20:44:26.701-08:00the formula revealed<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Everyday I awake with the tight vice of anxiety clenched around my heart. What will today bring? The first thoughts to drift into consciousness fill me with dread. I can barely eat, my pants are falling off of my waist, calories leach out of me in flop sweat as I anticipate the trials and abuse awaiting me at the Land Circle.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Chef sensei talks about death a lot. When he gets on a tear about philosophy, he always prefaces it with an old chestnut about Socrates preparing for death. He laughs at our culture's aversion to and avoidance of discussing death. He insists on pushing his body and his mind to their limits on a regular basis so that he is constantly aware of the immanence of death, the inevitability of death, encourages me towards an acceptance of death.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">The real joke, he says, is not that you people try and separate life from death, to live life out from under its shadow, but that death is still considered to be the ultimate mystery, the final enlightenment...</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Here he trailed off, nodding slightly and staring upwards at nothing in particular. </p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">What do you mean, Chef Sensei?</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">A full ten seconds passed before I had his focus again.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Haha! Impetuous fool. Death is no mystery. It is the end of life, the majestic sleep. Can you not think of any part of your life that has taught you how to die bravely and properly?</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Heartache, perhaps? I ventured.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">At this, Chef Sensei belly laughed heartily for several minutes before smacking me upside the head.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Try again! Think of Nastradamus....</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">..."I never sleep, cause sleep is the cousin of death"?</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Precisely. Perhaps death's cousin has something to teach you. Perhaps Somnia Hypnogogis has been trying to send you a message every night of your life, hmmmm</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">This, for the chef-S, was a rather upfront statement. Death, interdimensional travel, hypnogogic "go-ing to" sleep states.... He was laying out his plans for me in a far clearer way than how he had trained me to flip eggs, or manage prepping during service. And just as I was starting to think I could wrap my mind around what he had in store, Chef Sensei at that moment stopped speaking to me in prose English, and for the coming weeks would only repeat the following words, in various (though not, as I would ultimately discover, random) orderings:</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Cable!</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Witch!</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Longshot!</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Scarlet!</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Quicksilver!</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Gateway!</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Destiny!</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Spiral!</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Forge!</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">The world you see around you is like a shadow of the reality you exist in. The history you know, the stories you beleive about the past of your country, our city, of Parkside itself, is like a bad joke, accepted only as truth because it is the last thing anyone can remember being told. We speak of miracles and magic as though they were fairy tale metaphors, foggy dew through which our foremothers saw the natural world. When the truth you should be holding closest to yourself as you cower in wait of sleep is that miracles and magic are the very tools with, the raw materials from which all you see was forged and made real.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Chef sensei, what does this have to do with Enders Game?</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Ha! A game indeed. From the flickering dust that you chase for your daily sustenance, to the folly of those who would think themselves mighty for keeping you in thrall, all of this is as a game played by ants on 2 square meters of land in the midst of a mighty jungle which is the fullness of our universe and the true limits of our perception. You have mastered the basic skills of prep, cleaning, service and brunch. It is time to prepare you for interdimensional travel.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Yes, chef sensei!</p></div>Sam E M Decterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237533729983942055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018739068249009318.post-43594359374535756012019-11-19T20:41:00.001-08:002019-11-19T20:41:55.592-08:00South Roncie Blues, revisited<div align="left"><p dir="ltr"><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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</div><br></p><p dir="ltr">Take a look at a picture of the intersection of queen king and roncessvalles from decades ago.</p></div><p dir="ltr"></p>
<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Nevermind burrito brothers or the two giant posters for jack ryan or whatever this corner essentially looks the same as it has for about a century. So what has changed?</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Parkdale, eastern end and urban hub of parkside proper an whole,<br>
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</div><div align="left"><p dir="ltr">so mad to imagine dozen years past, the timeslot and sledge, distance and direction travelled by yours truly, erstwhile woo- and narrate- or, with aid of little but Dufferins bus and allweather walks, not forgetting the boombox, up and down the delicate ways of these parts. Lets try to remember the curves of the so called garrison creek from springmount down to bellwoods, now shunted a few clicks east. Lets never forget our first night by the water, the bouquet you collected, snapshot of you in Sunnyside's dawning light, all moxie and matryoshka, in a Grange Shoppe, your likeness transcribed into my music notebook, somehow actually doing sweet visage justice, beyond my usual fauviste caricatures of Amicos patrons, passersbye. Tho that was where eye first caught sight of u.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Nono, lets stay the course.</p><p dir="ltr">Obfuscate while we're young.</p><div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Its not too late.</p></div></div><div align="left">
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Was it back in the flatlands, on the first day of school, back when I was young and brilliant, sweetly naive?</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Was it in Kensington, in the rain at the Boathouse, after one of my worst performances ever, that night someone stole your jacket and I tried to start stealing your heart?</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Or way out west, at a cafe near the sight of my greatest art heist, never undertaken, photobombing au Magritte despite myself?</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Or was it in yet another kitchen, just a rimshot from Massey hall, twigs in my hair, you at least lusting to link our lanky limbs? I just wanted to stay sober, not be alone. No idea what open field I was walking onto....</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">or was it at that taco party?</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Unknown.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">In a dream, maybe. All those dreams in between one world and another, in between death and a life you know you have to leave the same way you came to. I held your hands and tried to memorise your face, even as the home we shared began to disappear.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Maybe.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Still up and down, these dimensions etched clearer to a prairie boys inner ear than to those of this hilly Gotham, slope and grade. Is there, perhaps, no up or down in the town where Kitt's Catwoman dwells?</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Or can every intersection in Parkside and beyond be defined by its lakeward lurch? Could you close your eyes and be dropped on Sorauren, at Abell, down Dunn and simply know, sense without sight where you are on this laughable grid? Do angelic angles reveal thru themselves how every feather has its place on the breath of gods? Does a sliver describe the tree from which comes the fallen log?</p>
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</div><br></p><p dir="ltr">Stories for you.</p>
</div><p dir="ltr">words</p>
<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">For you</p></div>
<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">of course</p></div>
<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Beee.</p></div>
<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">cuz I'm in love</p></div>
<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Obvi</p></div>
<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">So smitten, still</p></div>
<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Obsessed, even.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Every word that I could possibly pitch at you, with hope of cracking a chuckle, in desperate aim of bettering my status or faking my fortune in them eyes, trying to communicate some bevy of ultimately meaningless, albeit entertaining ideals, but only one practical conceit: that I simply desire to make you smile, laugh, relax; that I speak to charm your ears, allay your fears, altho these spells are spun in public, they are not meant for everyone, </p><p dir="ltr">no </p><p dir="ltr">only for you, my dearest darling, <br>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">Patronising muses in old greek getup, bicameral spirits held in thrall for the beautiful and bold to breakdown, schoolyard games for millenials, watch me stake and shake it now, dusting off all those closeted bones, reporting to the world after weeks alone, freestyles flung thru the seasons without a microphone, (no gear up here quite clear not near my dear) sans chute, cutepute, or too many of those interpersonal struts and supports either, with no retorts, contortions of self or structure, no other goals, a verbal eruption.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">What I'm trying to say, if I'm saying anything, is welcome back to the blog. The tinderbox is due to be set alight, the net is ready for some of this fresh shit, raw and uncut like I'm serving it up, me kenning can-dour, unseeming, all-seeing, and u all quiet, deserving, like you'd never be silently satisfied, like I could never do in person, like the hollywood version, Rene Ricard, like endless sapphic devotees chasing eternity in weightless breadth, 12 steps whose repetitions describe the parameters of a yard, small mouth noises, resounding in signifyance just like every tragic death, pronounced afresh in iambic stretch besides: when I speak, no one believes me. When I write it down, ppl know its true.</p>
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<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">So here's to you, my brilliant unknown. To your trials and triumphs, your blood and bone, your kin, kith, kinder, twine. Here's to the rest of yours and mine. To all of your joys that may never be, to your sorrows inescapable, to your razor mind and childish needs, will and deeds, your throng and clique, your club and blob. That's who and how, but what? And where?</p></div>
<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">the west side of a human hive,</p></div>
<div align="left"><p dir="ltr">I walk along st Clair,</p>
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I’m always adding and taking away elements to the live shows.<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span>I think there’s sometimes pressure to make it look like I’m actually doing something more on stage but fuck that, if I’m spending all my waking hours<span style="font-family: sans-serif; font-size: medium;"> </span></div>
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(and sometimes dreaming hours) on this music, I’m going to push buttons and perform it how I want and don’t need to hold an instrument to communicate that.</div>
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When I do add a new piece of gear it doesn’t last long.<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span>I’ve had drum machines, synths, various pedals and it either gets "misplaced" by Via Rail or I lose interest after a few shows. I prefer to have my whole set up fit in two bags. That includes the flood lights I bring to every show because sad bar lighting isn't always the most inspiring or flattering.</div>
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Dec 10 at handlebar</div>
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I’ve mostly been working on writing/producing a lot and making music that I actually wanna listen to and perform for people because there can be such a difference. Before I felt like I was almost making tracks as art pieces, more poetic, which is great-music can and should offer that too, but I felt a disconnect between what I want to listen to and what I was actually outputting. I liked the idea of the music more than the music itself and reconciling that is an ongoing process.</div>
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Collaborations-<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span>I haven’t had many this year/ been about some necessary tunnel vision.<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span>I’ve been looking to do a lot of visual collabs with photography or video lately; there are a handful of video treatments I’ve been mulling over for unreleased tracks that I would ideally bring other people in on to enrichen that creative process.<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span></div>
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First of all, there will always be so much great music coming out of the city- notably, A l l i e’s new album, “Nightshade” is really special.<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span>She made an album where you don’t want to skip any of the songs?!<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span>And there’s more to discover with each listen.<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span>Total magic.<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span></div>
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A lot of UK artists have been grabbing my attention; there’s Miink who only have one track released- “Who Are You”.<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span>It’s probably my favourite thing I’ve heard all fall and I keep checking back to see if they’ve put out more but the mystery and the wait is even more exciting.</div>
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I just heard Col3trane’s new tape and was totally blown away. Been on repeat. <span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span>Also Coucou Chloe. She has that sexy ugly noise thing happening which I am ALL about.</div>
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It finally feels appropriately cold for faux fur and dramatic layering so I'm okay with it. Winter is such a rich time for making art because it's always dark and there's less reason to go out and be social which means you can kind of stay in an uninterrupted dream state. It also means less FOMO when you want to stay in and work on shit because who can blame you for that when it's negative double digits and it takes twice as long to get anywhere. Like, see ya in May.</div>
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That intense academic experience was rewarding in some ways and I’ll always have that side to me but by the end of the two years I lost all concept of why I was doing everything and forgot that any of this was supposed to be fun.<span class="m_-7848978576605804595gmail-Apple-converted-space"> </span>So I’m ISO fun while also being more of a hermit than I’ve ever been because I’m excited by what I’m working on.</div>
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<b>1 whats fun in toronto?</b></div>
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Playing loud music with friends. Alternatively, staying home and playing videogames.<i><br /></i></div>
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Rotary Dial! Come see us at the Piston Sept 14 and we guarantee you'll have fun.<i><br /></i></div>
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Fun was outlawed in the '20s.<i><br /></i></div>
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I'm partial to long walks late at night around the city because there's always something going on, but it didn't really get hot enough this year. So... I'd say checking out new businesses, there's always a new brewery, or a restaurant, or a new vintage clothing place... Gotta take it all in before fun is outlawed again, like in the 20s.</div>
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10:30 ish? We're trying this new thing where we don't make people stay up until an ungodly hour to see us, so even though I believe we're last, the show is starting relatively early.</div>
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Monarch is a great Toronto band that has recently resurfaced after cloistering themselves for a recording project. Had the pleasure of sharing a bill with them with my other band at TO Lounge last month and my face was melted clean off. <i><br /></i></div>
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The War on Drugs, The War on Drugs and The War on Drugs. <i><br /></i></div>
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Skinny Puppy and Anne Murray.<i><br /></i></div>
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I have recently (within the last few years) discovered that my favourite album is Key Lime Pie by Camper Van Beethoven, but as for recent and more relevance I was really, really into the set that The Rathburns did at our video release party.</div>
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Youtube videos of children falling over. <i><br /></i></div>
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Like Florendo, I also usually turn my TV on for YouTube, and I've been really into all the media that the McElroy brothers make. They've done a few podcasts that I love and made a TV show and also have some nerdy gaming YouTube channels. </div>
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Some, but we make it work.<i><br /></i></div>
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There isn't a food Florendo will not conquer.<i><br /></i></div>
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Wait, are we getting taken out for dinner? But really... You won't find me in a steakhouse I guess.</div>
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We're looking to head out East in the foreseeable future. Stay tuned!</div>
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"We Are the Best!" A Swedish indie movie about a bunch of 13 year old girls starting a punk band in the 80s. Wasn't released this summer but I just watched it then.</div>
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Baby Driver. Absolutely brilliant. Big Edgar Wright fan. <i><br /></i></div>
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I don't know if this counts but this summer I finally watched <i>The Room </i>and it changed me.</div>
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TO Lounge, Skyline, The Steady, Banh Mi Boys, and admittedly A&W. </div>
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Anything owned by Cara Operations. <i><br /></i></div>
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I'm really into weekend brunch at D-Beatstro.</div>
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Depending on my mood, beer, whisky, and Tahitian Treat.<i><br /></i></div>
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Before I sing on stage: double whiskey, neat. During rehearsals: literally any kind of beer. If I'm out and feeling fancy: Old Fashioned.</div>
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Julia Haist is a playwright, performer and director based in Toronto. She made her creative debut at the Toronto Fringe Festival in 2013, writing, directing and performing in Slumgum & Quaqua’s Give Up the Ghost. She most recently directed Or Not to Be by Andrew Batten at Alumnae Theatre.<br />
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I was inspired to write This is Not She by my mother, who taught high school English for over thirty years. I witnessed both the rewards and challenges, the struggle for teachers to attain adequate resources for their students, the prevalence of teacher strikes and work-to-rule campaigns, as well as the job itself, educating and connecting with people who don’t always want to engage. I realized this would provide the perfect environment for a character at the end of her rope, fighting to maintain control while her personal life is in a state of turmoil.<br />
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Originally I looked into Troilus and Cressida because I was looking for a play that audiences wouldn't know very intimately, so that I could teach the themes of the show and tie it in with the events of this class without the audience bringing their own defined ideas of what the play's about. Every time I bring up Troilus and Cressida, which I looked into because I knew basically nothing about it, practically everyone (including my English teacher Mum) says "oh yeah... I don't really know anything about that play."</div>
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This is Not She is an interactive solo show written and performed by Julia Haist that explores the relationship between teacher and student, taking dark and unexpected turns along the way. Audience members can expect to read from one of Shakespeare’s more obscure plays, Troilus and Cressida, share their own thoughts on love and war, and get to know their teacher far more intimately than anyone anticipated, including the teacher herself.<br />
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The Simian Assembly is comprised of Playwright/Performer Julia Haist and Director/Dramaturg Taylor Marie Graham for the purpose of bringing This is Not She to the stage. After directing Graham’s script Cottage Radio at the 2015 Fireworks Festival at Alumnae Theatre in Toronto, Haist brought her idea for a solo show centred around an English teacher to Graham, who is herself an English professor at Sheridan College in Toronto. The two continued developing This is Not She over the next year all the way to its world premiere at the 2017 Montreal Fringe festival.<br />
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Taylor Marie Graham (Director, Dramaturg) is a writer, director, producer, and educator living in Toronto. Taylor is the recipient of the George Ryga Award for Excellence in Playwriting from York University. In 2016, celebrated playwright Judith Thompson named Taylor as the up and coming playwright to watch in Playwrights Guild of Canada’s The Playwright Applause campaign. Her opera The Virgin Charlie was nominated in 2008 for a Dora Mavor Moore Award for Outstanding Opera / Musical.<br />
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We were likely a headache to the old staff at the Dog and the Sister. Scraps of paper from collaged flyers for ill-attended concerts were inevitably strewn about their establishment floors whenever more than a few of us were congregated. We called ourselves an artists collective but maybe we were just a confetti factory.<br />
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A band whose drum chair was once abandoned for Oh Henry $, denied me, granted upon DAWN LEWIS, and for whom I implemented the first “cargo-cult” style merch table at SNEAKY DEES</div>
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P is for Peter J Ramsay, also known as the Dread Pirate Laserbeard. He has invented an alcohol and hypnosis based form of regression therapy I like to call “the butterfly effect”<br />
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It is now, wired up and inspired to pursue each and every celeb obsession we can,after decades of north american cinema and literature and discography, that all previous canons of canonification are being buried beneath a deluge of information pertinant to the latest and ever quickly replaced engenues, hype acts,rock clowns, bad girls and boys whose units they wish we would shift. More celebrities equals more public deaths and more outpourings of grief sadness and other emoticons.</div>
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What shocked me about both cornells and robin williams’ suicides was that it seemed as though they had overcome their mental illness and strove thru depression to great accomplishment and success, established a comfortable,profitable career and reached a healthy and empowered middle age. I can only hope to do and share and work and travel so much by that pount in life. Im a little behind on the rock and movie-star trajectories of my life.</div>
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Chilling reminders that depression is a lifelong affliction, one with which i and many others will only ever learn to live in balance,not without and never completely free of. </div>
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Maybe my life of simple culinary and cultural contribution is what saves me. Imagine having the legacy of a decades-long acting career, or the extra gravity of the superunknown weighing on your head along with inevitable feelings of worthlessness and self-annihilation?</div>
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Our countrys current overdose crisis is being compared to the aids crises, really only a crisis and not simply a public health issue because it is one experienced by marginalised groups whose experience of life lies outside of and is terrifying for the mainstream conciousness to behold. I cant count on one hand the number of people i know even close friends to whom i would really feel comfortable describing my suicidal feelings.</div>
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It is a terrible burden to place on anyone,outside of artistic grounds,a poem, video, or piece of music that does more than parents and guidance counsellors to assure the traumatised, the neurotic, the anxious, the depressed and the psychotic that their frame of mind is not unique, that others feel the same way. A great track.on Superunknown is called “like suicide” ffs.</div>
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Solutions exist for people living in a world where a successful artist is still able to feel their life is worthless. But such solutions come at the price of bravery,great discomfort, and seemingly tireless persistance. If youre not ready to face your demons just yet, have no fear. Soon enough even the president wont have any other choice.</div>
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<b>Tell me about the installation process. Was the hanging of Home conceived of specifically for the AGA gallery space?</b><br />
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I enjoy hanging installation work because the space the pieces occupy and the space around them is vital. Instead of allowing a clean amount of wallspace around each two-dimensional work for example, every part of the room is important to installation work, both the positive and negative space. My hanging process was rather fun. I had been working on a large number of new pieces in my attic studio space. I brought these pieces into the gallery space and played with different configurations on the floor before beginning to test things out by hanging. It really was a layered process, adding and taking away. One large piece from the beginning felt right at home off to the left, and so the rest of the pieces ended up answering the question... how did they all work together to create one alive space. </div>
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<b>Do the forms in Home relate to topographical maps, patchwork spaces, and the view of agricultural fields from a plane?</b><br />
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There is certainly a topographical element to this work. The mark making, dying, sewing all suggest topography, whether physical or pertaining to our internal landscapes. When this suggestion of mapmaking first appeared, it was not intentional, but it's certainly something that furthers the themes I am exploring. I had not thought of my work before as suggesting agricultural fields, but I like that! </div>
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To encourage others to think critically, but perhaps more than that to dwell in experience a little more, to see more vividly through another language by the experience that art can give, and to encourage community building. I would like to continue to have exhibitions from time to time as a means to share my work. I'd also like to pursue more collaborations with other visual artists, and other art forms. I am currently looking into artist residencies and masters of fine art programs.<br />
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I've been delighted by the sense of community that is growing in this city, more focus on local food, I'd love to see this continue to grow.<br />
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<span class="m_-5033386348830849411m_1150279873805404490Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">This body of work surrounds themes of <i>home</i>, belonging, and displacement. Many of the pieces have a map-like, patchwork quality. The use of predominantly natural and salvaged materials represents concepts of place and community.</span></div>
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<span class="m_-5033386348830849411m_1150279873805404490Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">I start by gathering old pieces of fabric, cast off clothing, and other components like twine, and partially used spools of thread. This gleaning is part of the early process. I then interact with these gathered materials through applying beeswax, ink, graphite and colour. A phase of dying as well as tearing, reassembling, and stitching follows. The salvaged fabric has its own history, allowing the garments to speak of both human construction and presence.</span></div>
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<span class="m_-5033386348830849411m_1150279873805404490Apple-style-span" style="font-family: "calibri" , sans-serif; font-size: x-small;">Exploring place is significant to these pieces and informs the already topographical quality of my work. I have gathered rubbings in the Algoma region which imprints an element of the history, narrative, and presence that is within the earth onto the fabric. The times that I feel nearest to the earth consist of more than meeting a place strictly through my vision, but greatly through the tactility, sound, and presence within a place. There is a great oneness in the concepts of <i>place</i> and <i>being</i>.</span></div>
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I am very involved with social justice and public speaking. In the last two years I've done TV and print interviews with Goodlife Fitness, CTV, CP24, The Peel District School Board, Rogers TV, Global News and more. I speak about living with anxiety and chronic pain. I also speak about being the first person in Canada to have a self-trained service dog in school. I have pushed to have multiple policies changed, which has made it easier for Canadians with disabilities to access service dogs and know their rights.<span class="im" style="color: #500050;"><br /><br />Sam:</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 12.8px;">I love learning. I watch the news a lot so my art often alludes to social issues and change.</span><br />
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I love how welcoming and helpful all the artists are. It's an uplifting community. In a lot of professions people step on each other to get to the top. This is definitely not the case amongst the Toronto artists I've met. We all get genuine pleasure from helping each other; it's very refreshing!<br />
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Have you ever created graphic novels or comic books?<br />
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My comic art was published in the March, April and May 2016 Toronto Comic Jam Issues.<br />
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Yes. I once was on a bus and this old man got furious at me because I wouldn't move from my seat. Usually I'd have no problem with that, but I was in a lot of pain and noticed there were a lot of other people that could move. I explained to him that I had chronic pain and was unable to stand. I even apologized. Finally someone else moved and everyone on the bus praised her. I felt horrible. I was singled out for being young, but age doesn't always matter. There are healthy elderly people and sick children. Why would I risk the public embarrassment of not giving my seat to that man if I didn't need to sit? </div>
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I have been told that there is a lot of emotion in my work.<br />
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I use art as a form of release...<br />
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When I'm anxious, it helps for me to leave the house. I put headphones on and take my dog for a mindful walk. A mindful walk is where you focus on little details, like pretty windows on a house, to distract you from your anxiety. I also use binaural beats from <a href="https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mDX8QrcDI_o">YouTube</a>.<br />
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> > > > My father came home one day to discover me loudly recording a guitar track in my upstairs room of his prairie house by the railroad tracks. I was trying out something I'd learned from Glenn Branca by way of Sonic Youth, playing my strings in double unisons to a breakbeat I'd vocalised myself earlier, all this driven through my girlfriend's father's old stereo amp and onto the wide tape of an old reel to reel out of which the voice of my dead great uncle Abe served as the scratched sample for this most peculiar and quite totally lost production of mine.<br />
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> > I'd have to say that stumbling upon Glenn Gould's polyphonic radio plays and my time working with Dimitri Brunelle-Derome on his Garlic project were critical contacts with european angles on tasteful and textured dub productions. I called my experiments in my mid-twenties schizophonics and spirals, before I folded in on myself and began collaging with composition, seeking the spirals in hypnotic, pulsing partials. Their method seemed to involve a lot of late night brooding and inspired madness. At any rate, I began smoking as soon as my apprenticeship started.<br />
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> > > > > > A dub poet is sleeping on my couch, in a basement of the gorge view apartments, just past the inner harbour of victoria BC, dreaming of things that may happen at our show tonight. This will be the day that she first buys menthols, the only live performance by a band called garlic flavour, a singular gathering of the island's curious and unoccupied. The poet in question is klyde broox, and he is crashing at mine because of mcgilligan books, my granny's name, uncle's impetus, Aunt's job, a generation and sustenance of memories, stacks of books in boxes, a family gathering at McNally Robinson, the circuit of book releases, cafés, and open mics that brings klyde to Victoria, my losenge of solace on the western edge of turtle island, my three year's playpen. His Facebook presence is a treasure. The deftness of his lyricism, and the incise ostinato of his social conscience, hallmarks all of the dubs presence in Toronto throughout my lifetime.<br />
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> > > > > >memories of Lillian allen and the dub poets collective begin with being invited over for dinner an hour early, because my family is often quite late. I remember being surrounded by stylish, eloquent, laid-back blackness, an unfamiliar comfort, an urban delight. Maybe it was Clifton I heard there, reciting a piece pared into my own story now, jump high gazelle imagery and presence, The page on the stage, political rage on page, poetry as a means to an ends.<br />
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> > > > > I remember the house on Lauder out of which McGilligan books was run, with a basement full of books, stories of the underrepresented, of the Arab spring, of dub poetry, mommy-daddy, monday. A basement that held part of Lillian's archives: tapes, dats, and compacts discs spanning three decades of recording sessions, when she moved out of her home nearby, above the spring mount Creek that flows down bull to the Garrison. I remember Allen's Juno award winning albums: revolution tea party and conditions critical. They were part of my early afrocentric musical education, along with Gil Scott heron, and public enemy's Fear of a black planet. I had ambitions of making drum and bass versions of one track, but never made it past the demo stage.<br />
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> > > > > > > I remember performing rub a dub style with Allen and the parachute club in 2008 at the luminato stage on the street outside of ocad. The drummer was Billy Bryans, who had produced Allen's two heavyweight eighties albums. I got to rap a verse on that song, even though I'm sure I missed every rehearsal. And in consulting video footage available on YouTube, it seems I also recited an italian rhyme amidst the performance of Rise Up. What a ham. I made it to soundcheck tho, chilled with Mischa and my vintage 80s vogues and chatelaine collection, culled from roadside recycling. The best things in life are always eventually free. "oh, look at this porn" he purred. After my turn on the mic, I pogo'd and danced backup to Lillians tune The Subversives, played tambourine and danced through the crowd in the street in a lime green dress shirt that Tia Brazda gave me. Exciting times.<br />
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> > > > > > > After that I got to host a poetry night at Ellington's raggae café and record shop (rip) on st Clair for Allen's ocad writing class, goofed around with d'bi anitafrika. You see, I know now how lucky and how privileged I've been to<br />
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> > > > > > > For she is the canadian queen of dub, laying out politics in poetics, putting pages on the stage since back when queen west was rough warehouses and punk venues.<br />
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> > > > > > > In 2013 I was asked to join the online promo team for Allen's last release, Anxiety, and seized upon the opportunity to gain permission to remix her work, blending classic dub, mash K-pop and jazz piano, and spin my own beats and collage production styles in loose spirals around her accapellas. A collaboration fifteen years in the making.<br />
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> > > > > > > Which brings us to today. Ann and Lil both moved out of the old hood where I first put foot to Toronto's Terra firma. They're international now, doing conferences and making speeches. Mcgilligan books is a memory, little Rose is grown and performing music of her own. And Lillians work is being recognized as part of the Tributes an tributaries exhibition at the AGO this month. She's curated four weeks of spoken word, and she'll be performing on October 28th. You got to be there.<br />
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<br />Sam E M Decterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237533729983942055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018739068249009318.post-48984950341759868032016-10-05T00:43:00.003-07:002016-10-05T21:47:04.529-07:00Mack and Babak<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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> > > > > The Grecian unity of uninterrupted socio- dramatic space-time gives way to a Beckettesque post- modern wasteland of no TV, no bus fare, no cigarettes no beer money and no tips. Welcome to Nuit Blanche 2016, part three of this week's Sam and Peter show, we'll be here every evening shift, straight through the black Moon, rosh hoshana, and of course the big art featival downtown. A queen street Nexus of beginning G's and endings. We made it into the Hideout ten minutes before extended last call, and had for about twenty minutes some pure dancefloor fun: Bix Lex, Gabi, and me, our belongings in a heap nearby, classic closing time. Kathleen spotted me on Wednesday night leaving work, and showed me a short vid of myself in a captain's hat singing Barret's Privateers with her bud in the line outside.<br />
> > Things have been getting pretty precious of late as Peter and I spend night after night simultaneously dealing with the pressures of cranking out good food, the mental realms and scattered socio-economic, political, pedagogic and rather war torn, wayward ways of our nowaday world, as well as the worlds of workplace racism patrol, casual misogyny Friday (everyday?!), semantic breakdowns in the world outside the colourblind bubble, dashing in and out of the myths of our inherited false and broken culture, daily undoing the damage of decades of false teachings falling away like scales on the armour of an omnipresent, imaginary toad-god, as the hubbub of poor passionate parkdale lines up as a healthy heart-beat against weekend binges of drink dance and drama available everyday underneath the awnings, into the darkness, and down the bathroom steps of any after hours hang, bang, shame or blame. We have a lot to talk about. Like Mack, same thing. Only to be in such close quarters with her, (what a blessing, a woman in the kitchen!) and from the first so much energy (I say) on her part, that it took me a few tries even to look her directly in the eyes for more than a moment. back to Saturday night. Like eight years ago<br />
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> > > > Rating: silly<br />
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> > > > Highlight: driving to Kensington in a a convertible while listening to Stravinsky's Petruchka on a small portable tape deck.<br />
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> > > > 2008<br />
> > > > Rating: artsy<br />
> > > M&B Yummy blob show:<br />
> > > > Performances by We are French, retro radio, gusto basketcase the dust bunnies, and the Tandooris!<br />
> > Highlight: marching by the Drake parading (as was our fashion at the time) a score strong, with battery fuelled boomboxe, microphones, drumsticks, and dino masques all plugged into the power of a full troupe of human artists moving as one group, recollecting their strength in being able to trust their feelings, fuelling the fires of sensation and creation that hold the only solution to terminal capitalism. nevermind Ennis, what about the meatballs? We lost them. I found em, one of my more useful superpowers.<br />
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> > > Rating: awkward<br />
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As you may already know, there is a distubing trend towards unfrisk in the accessible swirls of people parades and festival atmosphere on city streets such as far quenn west year by year. In Victoria, they clean up the streets as soon a parade is done, erasing any chance that the lingering positive energy could affect the populace or environs. This mixtape, Monday, rocks. We (myself, BM Forster, Volet, Naomi, Mip, Eddie C, but mostly some qualicum kids revolted, resisted with public activity, traipsed in groups of 4-12 around the highly accessible downtown (a city where junkies and doctors live side by side, or jog, anyways) waving pampas grass, breathing non-proprietary air, and hip to the pompic hills. We weren't the blob. Who or what, were we dog even then? I walkways perceived the catalytic encounter, the opening scene in the big screen version, as being the meeting of green McGoey and Adam plant, in film school yon etobicoke or something.<br />
> > > > > I had been practicing martial arts on the streets of parkdale for a few days this weekend before a confrontation occurred. Ok, so I did twice scream REPENT! at the crowd out front of the Drake, but that wasnt technically a physical assault, nor in Parkdale proper.<br />
> The last time I was in Mezzrows, a Fellini film was screening as I left. Now, jazz plays and my chef is on an educational tip. It has nothing to do with wheat, Peter is asserting at Malka's birthday party tonight. He explains that every egg we eat is a single-celled structure, that unwashed eggs are designed by nature to be impervious to harm. Your tummy is tired of processing glutens which are insufficiently broken down in mass produced baked goods, he iterates. I fluff up my afro in the bathroom. It's been a rough night on the nerves.<br />
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> > > > You send me files, and I am sharing an old picture of Nora and I from when we were chubby little imps, and I know that we were irresistible. Obvi that's where my story starts. But let us drop into the narrative. I'm fifth business, ideally. I play nineties schoolyard trivia games with Rachel and Collette, who were at the Skyline earlier. I believe they coaxed out of me that my sex object on Frasier was in fact, Lilith Crane. Madelyn and Jess and Malka are getting ready to hit the next spot. Paul Simon's Rhythm of the Saints, the south american-flavoured follow up to 1986s hugely successful, African- styled Graceland, is stumbling over the system. The track never really hits its groove until after the bridge. Come on.<br />
> > > > unraveling Nuit Blanche after the Black Moon. Gosh. I have never really blazoned downtown for the big money events. I'm glad Bix and JPKK were at the Rebecca Belmore performance at the AGO, because I also think it was important. Checknout Lillian Allen Oct 28. On my way back from helping Nic and Nora into their slick new digs, with an unplayable guitar and and a wand made of two violin bows (chillaxus), I work out my first trap rhyme in a few years. On the TTC, a young woman sitting next to me turns out to also be a violinist on her way to Nuit Blanche. She didn't know that Jimmy Page played his guitar with a bow. Her friends have been waiting to order a meal while she slept in. I remove the unwound strings from the guitar so that nobody pokes their eyes out. Stone Chillaxus. I practise my sixties patois when I am alone in the kitchen, walk from Dufferin home, and pass by the Skyline. By then I have got the lower strings tuned ostrich style, and with taps of the bow bounce out a battuto drone, straight gangster say the passer's-by, singing songs of the naive nineties, pausing outside work just long enough for Habi and Judd to spot me, past Malka and a friend to drop the bouzouki at home, couldn't put my wand down, it was a sword I practise swung along queen back east for my shift. hungover and anxious, dirty and disappointed. But...<br />
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> > Oh, what's this? it's the return of the Mack! I say, following through on a well established tradition of quoting out of date pop songs to describe the fleeting information overload of reality. Sam, give me a hug, Peter says. By Monday the scatterbrained cross references have woven their way into a familiar skein of synchronicity. The radio begins to respond to us, rather than vice versa. I walk back and forth circling the park with the Captain. Accelerating, despite the shortening days. The performative nature of public behaviour, starring yet another young creep in an altered state, two gals who could have easily whupped him, and creepo trying to tussle when I refuse to be ignored. Casual racism Thursday, casual misogyny Friday, and dropping honkey (henceforth to be referred to as the H bomb) with something approaching the frequency with which N bombs still drop.<br />
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Sam E M Decterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237533729983942055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018739068249009318.post-76390613063191519422016-09-28T13:06:00.001-07:002016-09-28T13:13:58.521-07:00Adrian Tenney: Badlands and beyond<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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> > Sam: how do you approach songwriting and where do you find inspiration?<br />
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> Adrian Chi Tenney: I approach writing lyrics and writing sounds differently. I try really hard to write lyrics that I can stand behind and sing over and over again-words that are meaningful to me. Ideally sharing something I think is important. But sometimes...sometimes...they flow out without me thinking too much about them. Funny that those are the ones people seem to respond to most--the ones I spend less time on. With writing sounds, I just try to please myself as best I can. There's no other way I can think to do it.<br />
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> > I find inspiration in observing the world, watching things happen that upset me, observing how people treat each other. The times when lyrics flow out more easily are when I'm just singing without thinking and singing about what I feel, or what I see.<br />
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> >Sam: what is your approach to the looping pedal and how does it enhance your live sets?<br />
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> Adrian<br />
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> > This pedal is my first pedal ever. I got it after the other three people in my band all moved away and I was trying to find ways to perform solo without feeling like I was lacking anything. My original intention with the pedal was to be able to play multiple guitar parts for my songs. But after experimenting with it a little bit I've discovered that looping my vocals is more fun, and way easier. I've always used layered vocal harmonies in my recordings.<br />
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> > As far as enhancing my live set, it can be easy to mess up looping guitar parts, and when that happens, it doesn't feel smooth, I have to laugh at myself and hope the audience finds it amusing rather than distracting or annoying. It's still pretty new to me. Just yesterday I started playing around with looping other sounds into it, I downloaded a clip off YouTube of an example of the Doppler Effect made by a siren and I want to try to loop that in when things get big and messy because I love hearing that sound; it kind of thrills me. I also recorded myself playing drums a bit and then played it back into the mic to loop a drum track for myself to sing over. I guess since it's just me out there, it's fun to try to make people forget that it's just me out there.<br />
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> >Sam<br />
> what styles of music and art do you express yourself in?<br />
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> Adrian<br />
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> > Over the years, quite a few but I'm whittling it down now. I studied visual art at CalArts and Concordia, where did a lot of printmaking and watercolor painting. I did a regular comic strip in Razorcake Magazine called Bite the Cactus, and I made my own zines with comics. I played Balinese gamelan for about six years pretty intensively. I played drums in a few punk bands and various instruments in various other short-lived bands. Participated in a experimental vocal group called Singing By Numbers. Performed as a robot a few times in a project called Dismicrowave. And I recorded some silly songs under the moniker Dank Williams...<br />
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> > I like collaborating. I like playing music with people, and I really love performing music. While I was in Toronto last month I recorded some drum tracks for April Aliermo's new project which was really fun. I express myself in a lot of ways, but it feels really really really good to sing.<br />
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> > Sam:<br />
> how do the different mediums allow you to express different feelings or aesthetics?<br />
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> Adrian<br />
> > I like a lot of different kinds of music. Jazz, Blues, Soul, R&B, Old country music and old American folk music, Indonesian music, Haitian music, Mexican music especially, indie rock, and I even like listening to the radio for the super poppy predictable songs that are Top 40 hits! I like knowing what's popular. I don't always understand why it's popular, but sometimes it's surprising and uplifting. Like that song No - it's pretty great. Playing different styles satisfies different parts of me. Sometimes you want to dance, sometimes you want to cry, sometimes you want to wail, sometimes you want to pound on the drums and yell, sometimes you want to not have to wear earplugs and listen for overtones, sometimes you want to play an acoustic instrument, sometimes you want to play an electric instrument. I think I can express the same feeling with several different approaches. I don't think punk is reserved for anger and pop is reserved for dancing. I think it just changes with whatever mood you're in.<br />
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> where have you travelled as Badlands and how did you find yourself at the Holy Oak?<br />
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> Adrian<br />
> > Badlands did a west coast tour in 2015. Played San Francisco, Corvallis, Olympia, Vancouver, Portland and Davis. That was with my full band (Jade Thacker on drums/vocals, John Barlog on bass and Noah Wolf on lead guitar). Last September I came up to Toronto and played with April and Dan (of Hooded Fang/Phedre) on bass and drums (respectively) in Hamilton, Guelph, Montreal, Ottawa and Toronto at Double Double Land. This year I came up to New York first and did a mini (reunion of sorts) tour with my original drummer Jade. We played Brooklyn, then Brattleboro, VT, then a cave show in Dorset VT. Then I came to Toronto, played at DDL again, then Montreal with Cousins, and Ottawa at The Record Centre (again with Cousins). April set up the Holy Oak show for us, which felt really special because I got to Meet S. Ayton (whom April had just met volunteering together at Girls Rock Camp, Yukon!!!) and James Irwin, who also played, was an old friend of mine (we met in Montreal in '04).<br />
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> > Sam<br />
> what do you see as the best means for an artist to have their music heard and work towards earning a living at least partly from their craft?<br />
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> Adrian<br />
> > One of the best ways to have your music heard is by having advocates. People (friends) share your music with their friends. That's been the best way I've been able to make connections in other cities. By setting up shows for touring musicians in the city where I live, there's a connection, and you can ask them to return the favor when you want to tour to where they live. I'm not great at social media sharing-though that's obviously a great way to share music. It always feels like the possibility of no one coming to your show is something I have to be ready for.<br />
> > I don't know how anyone makes a living only off playing music. Best I can hope for is to not lose money doing this--to break even. Everyone I know who does this has another job, or other jobs, to make their living. You have to be upfront with promoters about what you can expect to be paid, and you might have to turn down shows sometimes. It really is work, and you need to value yourself doing that work. Even if it's the most fun job you have, you still need to think of it as a job or else it won't be sustainable. It's unlikely you'll be able to make a living off playing music. There are so many other aspects of the music world though, and one solution is to do a little bit of everything: teaching, performing, producing events (promoting shows), recording people, making videos, making posters or album covers or silkscreening t-shirts, whatever you're good at, I believe you can try to combine them all and be totally immersed in the music world and make a living that way.<br />
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> what is life like in LA?<br />
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> Adrian<br />
> > Life in LA is dry and dusty and hot and sunny. It took me a few years to feel at home here, and part of the appeal is that you are so close to the ocean, the desert, the mountains and the redwood forest. But like Toronto, LA is a Global City, so there's a lot of diversity, a lot of different cultures hanging out together and that's a wonderful part about it. It's also very spread out, geographically though, and it's really not one city, but a bunch of cities all next to each other. So "Los Angeles" is technically just downtown, and the small cities/large neighborhoods surrounding it. It's true that having a car can make or break your experience here. There is public transportation, but because of the sprawl, it's not them most convenient, affordable or comfortable option. But you totally get used to the driving. It's easy to forget though that it's more than just freeways, and the few years I rode a Vespa scooter around, I learned so much more than ever before or since about the city. I've actually become quite defensive about LA when I hear people talking shit, I feel offended. There's a lot of heart in this city. I see a lot of passion in people.<br />
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> what LA bands and venues would you recommend?<br />
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> Adrian<br />
> > I played a show with the band XinXin a few weeks ago and they blew my mind. They are so talented, and so fun to watch, and also such sweet people. Jody is really good, they are sort of newish, a three-piece but super solid. Behavior is a band my little brother plays bass in, and they are heavy, dark and intense but also really musical-they've been called "arty in the best way" but I love watching them. And P22 is his other band that he plays guitar in with three other women that all just fucking tear it up. They named themselves after the famous LA mountain lion who crossed the 405 freeway to expand his range from the Santa Monica Mountains to Griffith Park. He is an inspiring animal for sure.<br />
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> > Venues is always the question right? There's always too many bands, not enough venues. The diy spaces my friends ran (Dig In and the Wulf Den) are sadly long gone. Pehrspace just got shut down, as did the wulf. and The Smell is maybe getting kicked out. And with the massive wave of gentrification in areas like Boyle Heights, Lincoln Heights, Highland Park and Echo Park, there's a lot of hostility (rightly so in most cases I would say) towards art spaces. So I feel like everything is in flux right now and I have only a handful of spaces I contact for shows and a lot of them aren't in LA but surrounding cities.<br />
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> > vlhs (diy warehouse)<br />
> > The Continental Room (bar)<br />
> > The Redwood Bar<br />
> > Gal Palace (diy house/venue)<br />
> > Ham and Eggs Tavern<br />
> > Gnarburger Records (record store)<br />
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> how long have you been playing and writing for, and what were your inspirations?<br />
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> Adrian<br />
> > I've been playing instruments since elementary school, but playing my own music for almost 15 years. My inspirations...definitely growing up in a household that encouraged playing music had a great impact on me. Both my brothers, and my mom play music and we've collaborated together at different times. I'm always inspired by energetic, emotive live performances. Lately I'm inspired by seeing musicians I can tell have practiced a lot but who are also just enjoying themselves...feeling themselves. That's like the best combo. I love seeing people who use the music as an outlet for pain and...get joy out of doing that. Because I think that's what I do too.<br />
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> > https://outinthedesert.bandcamp.com/<br />
> > https://spokenest.bandcamp.com/<br />
> > https://hotellarut.bandcamp.com/<br />
> > https://cheetochamp.bandcamp.com/<br />
> > http://www.records.thewulf.org/<br />
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> > > > > > by the site of the old meteoric crater lake, under the unending skies that spread over the prairies and the western edge of the Canadian shield, Paul Reichert, long-distance birthday caller (he always called me Sambo) friend of my mother's family (he also said that Paul Simon was a fool for only making one album with Ladysmith Black Mambazo), a (wo)man of the woods who was also known as the Bear, passed away last week. My aunt Ann, Nora and I convened to commemorate over food and drinks at the Passenger, and I was spotted there by Helen Driefelds. We worked together at Hopgoods a couple summers ago. We exchange numbers, and a couple days later she invites me to the closing reception for a showing of her textile works at the new Propeller gallery, in a cluster of condos south of the Drake.<br />
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> > > > > > A jazz trio is playing in the open air on a square filled with gravel and lined with benches. There is food here , dips from Stasis and Culture City, for the launching of a new café, OMG, seriously, that's what it's called, but I am drawn to the sweet treats, cashews, and cheeses of the gallery. It's hard to tell when food is free in condoland. People stand around like they're in charge of Lisgar Park. A park with no grass and deep benches. The jazzers sound legit better from the middle of the square, tenor sax reverberating just like on TV in those old clubs. Just like live vinyl...<br />
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> > > > > > I stop sniping and smoke a cigarette. Running low. Good. That's ok. My own habits of creative chaos are running out of my control. As selective construction engages, self destruction's reach and appeal diminish. A guy named Maurice demands my attention for what seems like hours. His mother is a jazz pianist and he grills me on metrosexuality.<br />
> > > > > > Alix Voz is featured in the south Propeller gallery, exhibiting three large and subtly effective abstract landscapes in pastel tones, painted onto wooden panels in the open air.<br />
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Also on display is a large montage made of dozens of postcards, collaged from photos of downtown Toronto, drawn and painted over and around in a convincing balance of colour and texture, hung amongst envelopes addressed to the artist, running almost the width of the wall on a mesh of wire. It looks messy from a distance, but almost every component of the piece catches the eye and bears notice.<br />
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> > > azrahimi has paid her dues collaging dense, layered works out of many fragments, and her current work is a delicate balance of line and form, built upon singular samples of traditional collage materials (fashion magazines) and examines, naturally enough, the textures of textiles, paired, as casually as can be managed, with a delicate, linear inkwork commentary. She is investigating the nature of implied physicality in veiled forms, and explains that these selections from her 'collage diet' series, or practise, were chosen from dozens, perhaps even hundreds of works, completed as part of a daily/ weekly collage ritual she began last fall.<br />
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<br />Sam E M Decterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237533729983942055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018739068249009318.post-27880353405158976822016-09-20T11:37:00.001-07:002016-09-20T20:37:49.715-07:00Sue Foerster, a life in drawing<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(Jocelyn, 35 min study in oil and acrylic background)<br />
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Sam: How long have you been running live modeling sessions?<br />
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> Sue: My passion for life drawing lead me to join a local art group in Richmond Hill and (I) started to assist Life drawing sessions in 2009.<br />
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here is my profile page on group site http://www.rhga.ca/sue-foerster-guerrero/<br />
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> I have been running Life Drawing sessions from September 2010 to (the) present day, and managing-updating a blog since with regular class schedule updates<br />
(http://openlifedrawing.blogspot.ca).<br />
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> From September 2010 to March 2014, I held the position of Life Drawing Coordinator at The Richmond Hill Group of Artists, located at the Mill Pond Gallery. Then made the decision to go indie and open(ed) my own OpenStudio Life Drawing sessions at my home (in) April 2014.<br />
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> OpenStudio website includes studies of various models:<br />
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http://pencilgallery.wix.com/openstudio<br />
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> > http://pencilgallery.wix.com/foerster-drawings (personal portfolio website by Sue Foerster. Includes: figurative drawings, paintings, portraits and sculpture)<br />
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(Melanie with socks, 30 minute repose study in oil)<br />
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> Sam:<br />
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> What's your favourite thing about live drawing sessions?<br />
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> Sue:<br />
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> There is no better feeling for me than drawing from life, and capturing the human form, with pencil, charcoal and paint. (B)y nature, I love connecting with people, especially artists and models.<br />
As a group, we all inspire and encourage each other to move forward and take risks. Especially with my classes, I (give) the participants free reign on what they'd like to do, no instruction (unless requested), and a stress free environment with good music. We generally like to begin our classes with 2 minute gesture poses.<br />
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> This allows each participant to break down the barriers of self doubt, and empowers a freedom of losing control, (a)llowing the process to naturally take over.<br />
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> As the model transitions so quickly between the poses, you are compelled to decide on what you yourself would like to focus on from vignette or full body.<br />
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> Living in the moment is liberating.<br />
> More drawing with less critical thinking, to capture the movement in the amount of time you have. Each line of action and expression in proportion to your perspective to the models pose, without the use of an eraser.<br />
This is what I love most about Life Drawing.<br />
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> How would you describe the relationship between artist and model?<br />
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> Sue:<br />
> This interpersonal relationship has evolved globally to internet sources such as on-line drawing courses (and) youtube demos. Some beginner artists feel better starting here, and are intimidated joining a group, even when all levels apply. It seems they want to avoid public humiliation in a social environment where they feel inferior and less competitive. I compete only with myself to get better, and even with practice, and putting in the time, there is always room for improvement.<br />
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> There is an interrelationship going on between the artist and the model, physical and mental. In a sense it is like the model is holding a mirror into ourselves, which is hard to ignore. How we see and feel relies solely on our experiences and beliefs. From our stories we create our own reality, while observing others and non verbal body language within our surroundings. Interpreting the life we see and feel, using our senses and making it more real. From my own experience and talking with other artists, when the model feels pain or happiness, so does the artist. Posture and minute changes in facial expression(s) are undeniably noticeable.There seems to be an unspoken body language with the model and the artist.This I find affects the palette of the 20 min or 30 minute long pose.<br />
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(Anthony, 30 minute repose study in oil)<br />
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> Do you see this relationship as being different now than in the past?<br />
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> In my opinion, in the past women were: painted predominantly by men, hired by wealthy patrons and the Church, shown as objects of affection, forbidden fruit, bashful, taught to be embarrassed of their nudity and vulnerability. It appears that nudity portrayed in the past versus now as an expression of muse, sexual, shock value, thought provoking, to get a reaction, good or bad, or to sell something like an advertisement. A walking billboard!<br />
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> The female body has become public property regarding cultural beliefs, that now she/he no longer feels the ownership. The general public thinks with their eyes and easily passes judgement on how someone looks as to how they are dressed or undressed<br />
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> > Women must for humanity's sake own their bod(ies)!<br />
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> > Nursing babies in public is fundamental,biological.....normal.<br />
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> Sue: The female has been portrayed fashionably as a beautiful often desirable object, by male artists, in accordance with that particular time, depending on their religion and cultural beliefs and sign of the times, ethical and moral. Today women are made to look what the media claims to be close to perfection.<br />
> > This is an illusion. A fantasy woman. An Avatar. Photoshop has replaced the airbrush to such an extent, that the proportions are more like a Barbie Doll.<br />
Real women want to see real women.<br />
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(Lidia, 30 minute repose study in oil on terra skin)<br />
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> Sue:<br />
> There is a huge advantage living in Toronto. We are leaders of multi-cultural events, with a huge diversity of small pocket communities living within our population, providing Music, Dance and Art and food for entire families to enjoy while embracing their culture. Toronto has wealth, lots of shops, jobs, a large art budget, and huge array of educational opportunities for young and old. Easy access with TTC.<br />
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> Sue:<br />
> Downtown Toronto is too: populated, busy, stressful, far away, expensive to live, and has too many unfortunate people, affluence, materialism. Modern consumers maximize their freedom, with too many choices, dealing with higher expectations. The modern consumer is left feeling decreased satisfaction accumulating more and more stuff, paralyzed by decision making, and depressed. Consumers can search out original items, such as all kinds of art to suit your taste, furniture, electronics and computers, musical instruments, hobbyist supplies and more.<br />
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(Melanie, 25 minute repose study in oil)<br />
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> Sam:<br />
> How do you feel the rest of Canada is affected by the concentration of so much cultural activity in the GTA?<br />
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> Toronto is like the pulse of Canada with many cultural flavours, role model and leader, (it's) organic, embraces diversity, educates. Toronto has wealthy art budget enabling opportunity for art, music and film.<br />
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> What are the enduring influences upon your work? Other artists, the natural world, the human form?<br />
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> Sue:<br />
> Observing the natural world and the human form are by far the the most influential. The answers are there, we only need to look at nature and all living things and appreciate it's wonder and beauty. I admire Pinot, considered to be the modern master and Amico modern expressionist. Masters of the past I admire are Klimt, Van Gogh, Leonardo DaVinci, Salvador Dali,<br />
> > As for drawing I admire Van Gogh, Leonardo, Escher, Aubrey Beardsley, William Morris and Nicolaides (whose book The Natural Way To Draw, inspires me).<br />
> > Finding your own voice, originality, authenticity and style matters more to me, than perfection..<br />
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> Sam.How do you see the opportunities for art to affect and alter the way people see themselves and their world nowadays?<br />
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> Sue:<br />
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> It is our duty to inspire children. The Next generation is to carry the torch of creativity, and humanity and most of all empathy.<br />
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> > To nurture them with an Introspective approach and emotionally with encouragement. Perfection is only a direction.<br />
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> The body thrives when the heart has a mission. quote from unknown artist<br />
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> > Vulnerability comes from a place of strength....quote by me<br />
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> There's a crew of old friends whom I haven't seen together in the same room in some years. Gillian, Warren, Damon, Russel, Chris, Adam, and Stoo Bye, who made an impassionate speech urging everyone present to spread the beautiful magic of this place everywhere we went, to dream of the Dog, to know that what we had and did here was rare and special. Along the back wall, the boys talked about the room's acoustics. Like the Motown sound. I meditated on metronomic drums for Quique Escamillia, managing not to do my Harpo Marx routine until the final downbeat.<br />
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>let's see, I first met Warren McGoey at McKenzie's open mic on a Saturday afternoon, across the street from high park.<br />
I was there when We Are French played their first, unofficial show, with C. harrison on bass and Stu Bye on drums.<br />
> That was in this same doggy bar about eight years ago. This is only the second time I've taken in a set by the current incarnation of the band, and as usually happens at We Are French performances of late, I am taken aback by the diehard fans amongst the audience, the community, who know EVERY SINGLE WORD to the songs Warren writes and sings. The only classic I could recognize was Join Me, which was a cathartic chant taken up by the capacity crowd.<br />
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I am quite sweaty and satisfyingly spent when the affair is called to a halt, and take to the street for a group debriefing, photo ops with Laura Stevenson, Damon and Darian of the Muckabouts, and Rob Sills, the man to whom the most dangerous drinking game I ever devised was dedicated.<br />
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> > Wonder Woman finally takes me to the thrift stores around Parkdale. There's where u buy sheets and pillows, she points out. And that's where smokes are cheapest, and that's where u can get a winter jacket...<br />
She takes me and Bix to a sale at the thrift store. She knows how to work the coupons. They try on many things and I find Nora a copy of Doiron's second album from 1997. The CD section at thrift ships can be dangerous for me as pretty much all music from the 90s has a comforting nostalgia for me by now.<br />
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> Nostalgia. Nine years of memories and open mics. Well, a few years off and on, as it is in any epic relationship. It wasn't until she was being toasted that I spotted Tanya, the original Queen of the Dog, cheek to cheek with Nicole in the crush of emotional regulars and curious first timers. Me and Russ fucked a lot of things up, she announces, but we did one thing right.<br />
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I ate both the feet of a roasted pig. I slam-danced and roared out one last freestyle, made one last new connection as the last last call rippled through the crowd. I left my phone at home and used senses to soak up the scene, that eclectic babble of activated social space, I changed shirts twice as they were claimed by curry and sweat. I was there and I was glad. That's all that I can say, but if you have any dreams you'd like to sell, or memories to share, email the Tinderbox and ungirdle your burden. dmzmgmt@gmail.com<br />
> Subject line: Legends of the Dog<br />
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> What a weekend. Work begins anew, love returns again, and life is often about loss and what comes next?<br />
> Salons.<br />
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<br />Sam E M Decterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237533729983942055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018739068249009318.post-17586296070528824362016-09-11T10:58:00.001-07:002016-09-11T11:07:19.173-07:00Green Girl EP release Sept 11@ burdock<br />
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> Sam: so, tell me about the new EP you're releasing.<br />
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> > Bryn (Jennings, vox): It’s called Wilde.<br />
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> > Jan Krouzil (drummer) History is made!<br />
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> > Ben (VanBurskirk, guitarist): With an “e.”<br />
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> > Bryn: With an “e.”<br />
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> > Ben: And an “i.”<br />
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> > Bryn: And an “i” also. There are two vowels... we recorded a couple of the songs (soon) after Jan and Suzanne started playing with us... kinda crazy but came out really well.<br />
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> > Sam:<br />
> > It did come out well, and aching of tasty shoegaze art rock of my personally preferred vintage, the Nasty Nineties, when all bassists played a grooving pulse, the culturally appropriate way to swing in the space between European folk and no wave futurism.<br />
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> > Bryn ... it feels like a really cool time for us to be recording and putting some songs together.<br />
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> > Ben: We’re capturing some fresh energy with some of the songs.<br />
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> >Sam:<br />
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> What is the aura of punk? Is it the experience of otherness in high school, of pure countercultural self awareness? Is it to mosh, to be unpretentious? How can one be humble when Lou Reed, Yoko Ono, Glenn Branca and Kim Deal are your grandparents?<br />
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> > Bryn: Ben and I knew each other when we were teenagers.<br />
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> > Ben: So, when this is transcribed, you want it to say “Spice Girls and other (influences).” That’s what you’re saying, right?<br />
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> > Bryn: I dunno, who else was big back then? Aqua? Does anyone remember Aqua?<br />
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> > Ben: Vaguely.<br />
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> > Bryn: I dunno, we were in junior high. It was a bleak time.<br />
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> > Bryn: So I tracked him down, about 15 years after we had played together the first time, and he said yes! That’s how the band started . . .<br />
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> > Jan: I guess I joined next. Bryn and I did a school program together and became friends and she invited me.<br />
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> > Bryn: Jan was a fan first!<br />
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> > Jan: Yes, I was a fan. I attended the show and then I ended up temporarily filling in for the drummer and then it just became permanent.<br />
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> > Sam:<br />
> > Going Going Gone, the EP's closer,<br />
> > evokes live Portishead sans clutter or bloat, riffs on Granddad Lou...<br />
> > But the music escapes many sinkholes of early punk, primarily through gender balance. Apollonian shatters of sound exist beside the intimate vulnerability of the Maenad's lullabye...<br />
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> > Suzanne Alyssa Andrew_ plays bass and sings backup<br />
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> > Bryn: I was really determined to find a female bass player.<br />
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> > Suzanne: And...it seemed pretty awesome. Then I was like “I don’t know about this.” But...you convinced me!<br />
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> > Bryn: It was so stressful! I fell in love with Suzanne immediately, like the first email she wrote. I felt like I had conjured her up in my mind.<br />
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> > And then when she was like “oh, I don’t know...", I had to really fight for her to come to a rehearsal.<br />
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> > Ben: I didn’t even know about this!<br />
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> > Suzanne: I was at work on the day of the first rehearsal and I was kinda nervous and I told my co-workers about it and they were like “you’re going to get ax murdered! You answered an ad from people you don’t know on Craigslist!”<br />
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> > Bryn: And it was like, specifically “female bass player”<br />
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> > Jan: Yes, come to the end of a long street!<br />
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> > Bryn: Totally.<br />
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> > Ben: Meet at the big white van.<br />
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> > Jan: Big warehouse! Many rooms!<br />
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> > Suzanne: I actually saw Bryn at the front door and I was like “aw, she’s cool.” And then it turned out she was in the band. It was a decent first practice.<br />
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> > Bryn: I feel like the band really came together really quickly once Jan and Suzanne joined... this great moment where it’s like we're “a band” and yet everything is still really fresh and new.<br />
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> > Suzanne: Yeah, we’re trying to keep it raw and real and not too polished.<br />
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> > Bryn: Yes, we are all nodding enthusiastically.<br />
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> > Ben: For us...this is a record of these four people playing music in a room together.<br />
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> > Suzanne: And it’s going to be awesome!<br />
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> > Bryn: Pretty much all the songs we have, and definitely all the songs on the EP, are about this period in my life in my late teens, and about some specific people and yeah, they’re thematically connected.<br />
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> > Ben: What is it about this time in your life that you felt the need to capture through art? Was it a very transformative time? Was it a very dark time?<br />
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> > Bryn: I guess it was a very dark time. I think it’s a lot of things. I used to play in a bunch of bands and then I had this really shitty time for a while and I stopped playing music, and I think a lot if that stuff is really connected. And then it’s weird, because now like ten years later I’m writing all these songs about this shit and I think it just took me all that time to be able to process it in this way.<br />
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> > Suzanne: I definitely think that usually there is about a ten-year lag time in terms of writing.You can look at it more objectively, like in a different light with more life experience behind you to actually understand it better.<br />
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> > Ben: Well...there was a period of time where I was in a bunch of bands and then I just stopped playing. Those bands broke up and I wasn’t really interested in making music again. I was playing occasionally with some bands in a non-serious fashion. It was when I lost my dad that I started The Dearly Bereft and that’s around the time that you came back to Toronto and I find myself, through that time, continuing into now, realizing how seriously I take this... and it makes me excited and I don’t take for granted that I get to play music with people and in front of people and all that stuff. So, the right time for this project to come about because . . . I’m ready for it! I want it. I want to make music with good people.<br />
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> > Jan: I guess I also stepped away from playing music with others for about ten years or so Coming back into the experience of playing in a band, there is definitely a new appreciation for playing with other people and making something together that I didn’t have playing in bands when I was sixteen or seventeen. Seems like we’re in the process of growing and creating all the time, so it’s a great experience right now.<br />
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> > Suzanne: I would say, in terms of music... I always felt like, growing up with (my oldest brother) in the household, that I didn’t really have the license to play music because he was so fucking good, that I didn’t feel like I was ever going to be as good as him so there was no point. But it’s taken me a really really long time to overcome that and realize that if you have the passion for music and you just want to play, it doesn’t matter. If you want to play music you should and that’s the bottom line.<br />
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> > Sam: What would you play if you ran your own radio show?<br />
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> > Bryn: Oh! I want to tell a story. Maybe everyone did this, but I went to bandcamp with this girl when we were like sixth grade to eighth grade, and we both played saxophone and we were best buds and she was the coolest—that was our game we would play, for hours. We would spend hours having our radio show. We’d play a song and we’d have banter between songs and we really stayed in character. We played all the hits of the mid to late 90s, like Spice Girls and others. It was the most fun and also so incredibly nerdy. We were so into it and took it so seriously. It was some pretty fun playacting as radio hosts.<br />
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> > Suzanne: I like to be the iPhone DJ on a road trip. I’ll just curate a whole playlist on the fly of whatever’s on the particular iPhone I have in my hands of good driving music.<br />
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> > Bryn: Not even your iPhone? You’ll do that on other people’s?<br />
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> > Suzanne: Yeah. Whatever iPhone is there.<br />
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> > Bryn: People are weird on road trips, they’re like “I want to play my music.” And it’s like, that’s way cooler. That’s the best. You’re like “I’ll take your music and make it awesome.”<br />
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> > Suzanne: It’s super fun. Driving music has to have a certain beat... You don’t want to get too down in the car.<br />
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> > Ben: I’ve always had a dream of owning a bar that no one comes to. It’s kinda dingy, and it only plays Tom Waits.<br />
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> > Suzanne: I would go there.<br />
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> > Ben: I’d go there a lot. I’d get my heart broken every week just so I could go to this bar.<br />
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> > Jan: Reminds me of (the) bar from Firewalk With Me. The sad one.<br />
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> > Ben: So that’s what you’d play on your radio station? The Twin Peaks soundtrack?<br />
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> > Bryn: We’d play all the best music.<br />
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> > Ben: You know what I’d play? I’d play random independent bands from Toronto. Because between Honey Beard and Selfoss... I’m just like wow.<br />
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> > Bryn: It’s tough because the scene is so big and diffuse right now you could never know all the amazing bands that are happening.<br />
> ><br />
> > Jan: Someone should create a website tracking Toronto bands<br />
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> ><br />
> > Suzanne: I would be doing so many cool things if I didn’t have to do paying work. I’d just play all the time.<br />
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> Sam:>This all puts me in mind of a 2009 compilation i helped release called Spacerock One, featuring Abstract Random, Dream of Distance, Retro Radio<br />
> and Ima Nim, perhaps a Sylvia Plath/Dilla mashup of mine as well. Heavy on the sapphic strands, discursive, chanty and relentless without need to recourse to any excessive tone of aggression or games of power. Could you call that one Blob ten? Wasn't there a Christmas album? Chris tells me there's lots still to come, the archives are physically intact, apparently you can't break a contract that was never written.<br />
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> > > Backed by a wall of floating images, performance artist Jessica Karuhanga is finally performing art that I am attendantly witnessing. And all I can do is blog. The sound track is brilliantly lo-fi and unstructured, at least by european musical standards. Looped snippets of pop tunes and hype-fangled beats bounce over and over again, an entire wall of Baillie Hall is being projected upon with many Instagram feeds and videos, mostly of young black women enjoying their beauty, dancing, hash-tagged and propped for their efforts.<br />
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> > > Karuhanga spends about five minutes on each dance pose, playing games with her shadow and gradually moving across to centre stage as she does, enrapturing and enthralling the audience of about 100 savvy, tasteful first Thursday patrons. Lemme see if I can get a picture without being a jerk. I am well versed in busking, extroverted outbursts, public music, and my girlfriend says I can dance, but this is something else; dance as sculpture, as installation, as statement alongside evidence from pop culture, as soundscape, as social moment highlighted and even celebrated. It's important for me to circle the entire space, much like a party monster, to observe the waves of discomfort and boredom as the demands of the experience eject layers of participants like the outer skins of a supernova. Or sometimes just to find a better seat, view, angles for snapshots. How silly is it that all I want to do is blog and insta-post about this experience. I suppose I find it rather intense, and try to sublimate in my own ways.<br />
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> > It's been over a week and I still don't know what to say about the Mykki Blanco show I saw last Thursday. It's becoming increasingly difficult to be enthused about my own or any other's rapping abilities when said skills are spun for the sake of posturing, gun and money fetishes, and the propagation of patriarchal notions in the name of black or urban advancement. And yet... When the dynamic performance attended by several hundred in a crowded marble atrium features a queer front(wo)man whose aggression and self-assertion is being thrown in the face of homophobia and gender normative claptrap, I can suspend my sense of unreality and accept that maybe the format can still empower the voices of the underprivileged and underrepresented, I can let my body accept the bumps and waves of trap beats and crunk flows, I can hang right behind the dj and feel good about the hype and finery expended on a first Thursday event, find some space to groove and vibe in the plush crush, hear a few new fave songs, believe in the classic punk rhetoric of fuck y'all imma do my thing, witness Mykki owning the crowd, stomping in and out of their midst, striding into the middle of the dancefloor, traipsing up railings and onto the DJ table with such powerful poise and projection, still full of beans after the time was told, reluctant to hand over the gathering's focus, still standing tall after doffing shawl, wig, and smashing vox for a solid set.<br />
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Ok, I decided what I want to say: I finally saw a guilt-free rap show. If your hip hop fix has been compromised of late, tune into this. It feels better because it is better.<br />
> > Thanks Bix.<br />
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<br />Sam E M Decterhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12237533729983942055noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1018739068249009318.post-58520759859786355012016-09-10T15:18:00.000-07:002016-09-12T07:05:29.320-07:00Matt Crookshank: Violent Whimsey<br />
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Matt Crookshank, Violent Whimsey,<br />
Sept 9- Oct 8 at General Hardware Contemporary<br />
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> > There's a good crowd, lively chatter, and the smell of fresh paint. Mostly comprised of a series of large robust abstracts in vivid colours, Matt Crookshank is opening an exhibition that also includes smaller pieces of foil and paper, hung in a couple quiet corners of the walls of this Parkdale gallery.<br />
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> > Living as I currently do across the street, I have been meaning to come into General Hardware for some weeks now, and am not disappointed by the spacious back room, almost invisible from the sidewalk, the patio full of genteel chill and cool talk, or even the bathroom facilities, private yet with a translucent wall which maintains one's sense of involvement in the party.<br />
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> > Streetcars pass, people come and go, I sit writing on a window bench that I resolve to visit more often, and the stress of schlepping downtown or even up to Bloor for culture's sake becomes irrelevant. Bourgeoisie has draped itself along Queen street west west, this is true. But the flip side to that coin is that said bourgeoisie must now interact with the local people and culture, if it has any eye to stability or sustainable growth.<br />
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> > > > Catt and dog are doing battle on the carpet. She teases him with toys and treats. Sit, she says. Good luck, I say. But she tames the beast and runs him through paces. Back to the bar and things are as usual bouncing. Sarah, Andrews, Marlon, and Derek are there, most of them playing, though still nobody dances with the abandon I deem necessary.<br />
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> > > > Mother bades me to take care in the wilds of Parkdale. I tell her it's a neighborhood no different than Winnipeg's North Main strip, in places and at times a people zoo, where the animals and ambulances are safely separated from my workplace smoking zone by sturdy fence. A woman stands with a foot cast perfectly balanced to her other, heeled, foot.<br />
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> > > > I walked from Shepard to Queen's Quay yesterday, and I was hungry the whole ways. Past taverns and restaurants, I perceived the evolution of the mega city from a collection of towns and villages, through rural suburbs to big boxes and strip malls.<br />
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> > > After hours now, and I make a curry chicken pasta with corn, bok choy, and roasted beets because no pizza. Dazzle your mouth with the hippy shit and it will thank you. So will your wallet. I tried ignoring Trump, has he gone away yet? I tried napping while jets flew overhead. I beat my head against the wall an the bar when Mip reminded me. Also when Stu's dibs and I were interrupted by a lousy statement on racial groove. Sigh. It's a science, I should include it in these missives.<br />
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> > > Listened to the Police last night. And ok computer. And unplugged in new York. I had no phone and was left to pilfer my laptop for stimulation. Perspective of twelve years makes Thom Yorke sound like the only constant in the waves of ravelled time, Sting's appropriation of punk and raggae seems so garishly, awkwardly indolent. Then it was on to vintage RnB and rap. The ignorance Riel perceived even as he said try and hear Nas and Jeru, I see it now. Less in the quest of the perfect performance, more in the art of channeling positive energy. Did I cross a line tonight? If you think so, know what side I stand on. All things are negotiable and we trust in you as well, the most reliable of things: dart, breath, pulse, phrase, tempo, rhythmic icthymus, mode, and overtone structures. Little besides remains. Round the decay of that colossal wreck, amidst out vines and frolics, magick and mirth making marble seem barren and bare, the lone and level sands of the octave disappear. Like they were never here. We composers call that an overture. You may call it bluster. But I do not bluff.<br />
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> > > My feet feel like pulled toffee and my thumb feels like I punched somebody. The phone missed me so much it tries to write for me, resists my choices, covets my voice. Jake Gyllenhall coaches me in sensitive flirts. Peter scolds and trains me. I am his hands. I make it back for last dance and last call. The Tinderbox is currently in a position to quadruple it's productivity and expand its reach by tens, if not dozens of readers. If you or someone you know is an artist, free thinker, or irrepressible dancer, please urge them to message me at dmzmgmt@gmail. The Snowbirds are gone, the Jets, Beckbirds and Starhawk are here to stay. Let's see what Wonder Woman demands tomorrow. Let's hear her out. Within her demands are the directives of her power. It's source, purpose, and full potentials. Move made, lesson learned.<br />
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