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Jenny Hval & Susanna: “I Have Walked This Body”

With its carnality, drones, and iciness, I highly recommended this track for your next Eyes Wide Shut–like orgy, you beautiful, pervy creep, you.

01:28 pm, by whatafoolbelieves Comments

Favorite 14 Not of 2014

Albums

  • Aphex Twin: Selected Ambient Works Volume II
  • Life Without Buildings: Any Other City
  • Steve Reich: Music for 18 Musicians
  • The Clientele: Suburban Light
  • Pixies: Bossanova
  • Led Zeppelin: III
  • Nas: Illmatic
  • Ride: Nowhere
  • Broadcast: The Noise Made By People
  • Cluster: Zuckerzeit
  • Elastica: Elastica
  • The Band: The Band
  • The Shaggs: Philosophy of the World
  • Mobb Deep: The Infamous

Songs

  • The Clientele: “We Could Walk Together”
  • Catherine Wheel: “Black Metallic”
  • Aphex Twin: “(Rhubarb)”
  • Richard and Linda Thompson: “I Want to See the Bright Lights Tonight”
  • Bryan Ferry: “Don’t Stop the Dance”
  • Björk: “Hyperballad”
  • The Beta Band: “Dry the Rain”
  • Smog: “Teenage Spaceship”
  • Superdrag: “Sucked Out”
  • Red House Painters: “Katy Song”
  • The Birthday Party: “Nick the Stripper”
  • The Monroes: “What Do All the People Know”
  • Lush: “For Love”
  • Iggy Pop: “Tell Me a Story”
01:28 pm, by whatafoolbelieves4 notes Comments

Favorite 14 of the 1st Half of 2014

Albums

  • St. Vincent: St. Vincent
  • Parquet Courts: Sunbathing Animal
  • A Sunny Day in Glasgow: Sea When Absent
  • The War on Drugs: Lost in the Dream
  • Todd Terje: It’s Album Time
  • Cloud Nothings: Here and Nowhere Else
  • White Lung: Deep Fantasy
  • Lone: Reality Testing
  • Swans: To Be Kind
  • Ought: More Than Any Other Day
  • Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks: Wig Out at Jagbags
  • Mac DeMarco: Salad Days
  • Angel Olsen: Burn Your Fire for No Witness
  • Real Estate: Atlas

Songs

  • Cloud Nothings: “I’m Not Part of Me”
  • The War on Drugs: “An Ocean in Between the Waves”
  • A Sunny Day in Glasgow: “In Love with Useless (The Timeless Geometry in the Tradition of Passing)”
  • Todd Terje: “Johnny and Mary”
  • Caribou: “Can’t Do Without You”
  • Lone: “2 Is 8”
  • Percussions: “Ascii Bot”
  • Sharon Van Etten: “Your Love Is Killing Me”
  • Ariana Grande: “Problem [ft. Iggy Azalea]”
  • St. Vincent: “Every Tear Disappears”
  • Stephen Malkmus & The Jicks: “Lariat”
  • Todd Osborn: “5thep”
  • Vic Mensa: “Down On My Luck”
  • Iggy Azalea: “Fancy [ft. Charli XCX]”
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Kara Walker / “A Subtlety” / Domino Sugar Factory, Brooklyn, NY

Kara Walker’s “A Subtlety, or the Marvelous Sugar Baby, an Homage to the unpaid and overworked Artisans who have refined our Sweet tastes from the cane fields to the Kitchens of the New World,” which just closed on July 6, was a powerful and disturbing work. While the ghostly, charred children-worker sculptures—some of which were no more than toppled and melted remnants on the sticky factory floor—were quite haunting, what was most disturbing about the installation was how many of the visitors interacted with it. I felt kind of dirty just documenting the pieces—in this elegiac atmosphere a photo intimated trampling upon a grave. Meanwhile, others were posing with smiles before the child sculptures (or being posed by their parents, as seen above—Bonus Guilt: The appropriation of appropriation is still appropriation.) or taking selfies before the exposed backside of the sugar sphinx-mammy. One person left a hand-written note about appropriation and selfies, using the back of the waiver everyone had to sign before entering the dilapidated factory, behind the sphinx, which the staff saw and left sitting, even after some jokester got down and took a selfie with the note. I can’t say whether or not allowing for these types of interactions was part of Walker’s intention, but, regardless, it added even more meaning to the installation and felt like an appropriate rejoinder to Independence Day.

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Happy Birthday, Us!

Happy Birthday, Us!

10:24 am, by whatafoolbelieves6 notes Comments



CAGE

CAGE

03:47 pm, by whatafoolbelieves18 notes Comments



DRK LORDA short time ago in a state not too far away…A man awakens one night with a vision of his spirit dying. As the vision is similar to the one he had after a month of work at that call center, Dayeth-Starr, he fears it will come true.The next morning he goes to Griffin’s Hub Chrysler Jeep Dodge. He believes the only way to save his spirit is with a new vehicle. He meets with a salesman named Paul. Paul entices him with the power of a Jeep Renegade 4x4. It could be his with a trade-in and a lease that was no money down. The man accepts the offer and drives home, the power coursing through him.The man returns home. His wife emerges from the front door. She is furious. She tells him he has no right to make such a purchase. She says she can no longer take this kind of behavior. She demands a divorce.The man gets the Jeep and the Jeep alone in his divorce settlement. He feels sliced apart and burned. His anger consumes him.Weeks later, the man discovers a package propped up against his apartment door. It’s the customized license plates. He goes to his garage and attaches the new plates. With the stickers and tire cover his transformation is now complete.The man drives to Miller Park and watches a Brewers game. If those in the seats around him only knew.

DRK LORD

A short time ago in a state not too far away…

A man awakens one night with a vision of his spirit dying. As the vision is similar to the one he had after a month of work at that call center, Dayeth-Starr, he fears it will come true.

The next morning he goes to Griffin’s Hub Chrysler Jeep Dodge. He believes the only way to save his spirit is with a new vehicle. He meets with a salesman named Paul. Paul entices him with the power of a Jeep Renegade 4x4. It could be his with a trade-in and a lease that was no money down. The man accepts the offer and drives home, the power coursing through him.

The man returns home. His wife emerges from the front door. She is furious. She tells him he has no right to make such a purchase. She says she can no longer take this kind of behavior. She demands a divorce.

The man gets the Jeep and the Jeep alone in his divorce settlement. He feels sliced apart and burned. His anger consumes him.

Weeks later, the man discovers a package propped up against his apartment door. It’s the customized license plates. He goes to his garage and attaches the new plates. With the stickers and tire cover his transformation is now complete.

The man drives to Miller Park and watches a Brewers game. If those in the seats around him only knew.

01:32 pm, by whatafoolbelieves4 notes Comments

FOUND: Teeth

I was returning to my apartment Saturday morning—with a bag of bacon-egg-and-cheese-on-a-biscuit-deliciousness—when I came across the above: a grungy set of upper dentures placed inside of a Ziploc bag and taped to a fence. There was a note attached to the bag but it was written in Polish. The only thing I could make out on it was a time: 7:20 pm.

Now is 7:20 pm when these filthy false teeth were discovered or is that, as my better half suggested after I showed her the photos, when the next piece of some poor kidnapped bastard was to be removed and displayed if the ransom money wasn’t delivered? (We were just about to watch the season finale of Hannibal. Which was fantastic.)

01:11 pm, by whatafoolbelieves10 notes Comments

Recommended

Simultaneous streaming of the ISS HD Earth Viewing Experiment and the new Swans album, To Be Kind.

"There are millions and millions of stars in your eyes."

11:28 am, by whatafoolbelieves2 notes Comments

Dolly Parton: “Coat of Many Colors”

I was watching some American Idol the other night. Jessica Meuse, from the fantastically-named Slapout, Alabama, was performing the indomitable “Jolene” by Dolly Parton. Meuse’s voice is nice, but, while performing, she has some of the deadest eyes I’ve ever seen. Actually, no, describing them as dead gives the idea that they were once alive. Her eyes were expressionless. So expressionless that it was as if the ability for them to broadcast life was an unfathomable concept. I had to marvel at her eyes. It’s fucking astounding that a human being could sing a song like “Jolene” and show nothing.

This past Sunday, I was driving back to NYC from Ithaca. While winding over the country roads of upstate NY, my friend put on Dolly’s “Coat of Many Colors”. I’m sure I’ve heard this song before, in movies or bars or somewhere, but I don’t know that I’ve ever really experienced it. (Country is one of my major musical blind spots.) I was nearly moved to tears by the song. The external factors—the bittersweet feeling when a trip visiting great friends comes to an end; the ever-depressing shadow that is Sunday afternoon—didn’t matter. Nor did the song’s lyrics, to be honest. Which is not to say the concise, powerful lyrics aren’t brilliant—because they are. It was simply Dolly’s voice. It didn’t matter that the story was a heartbreaker. Her voice alone contained all the hardship and hope.

I realize it’s pointless to rag on American Idol, but, if there’s any chance at truly inhabiting that eponymous role, you gotta be like Dolly’s momma and sew every piece with love.

(Source: Spotify)

04:45 pm, by whatafoolbelieves2 notes Comments