Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, 12 February 2014
stars don't shine to noise
Headfall released Stars Don't Shine to Noise in November 2004, just short of ten years ago. The record has just recently been made available to order online, along with a free digital download of the whole album. It was one of the first records I ever owned and it is still one of my favourite and most prized possessions by far.
Seriously, you should buy this album. It is a genuine undiscovered classic. The only reason this thing is not completely sold out is that for a long time, the only place you could purchase it was at Headfall shows, which only tend to happen once, maybe twice a year in pretty small venues.
George McKenzie (drums, guitar, violin, piano, humming, tape loops, clarinet.) once told me that this album was the only thing he's ever made that he is still proud of. He then went on to tell me where all of the mistakes were. But they don't sound like mistakes to me. This whole shuffling, brooding thing sounds so on purpose, grey as mist on the sea, broken glass, to sand, to salt water. A bunch of punk kids trying to make jazz, awkwardness exploding out of them. Everything is poetry, sung and played, 'a truth too teenage'.
I don't want to keep describing how it sounds. You can find out for yourself, and you should. I just think that what it does sound like, what it wants to sound like, is captured perfectly, stylistically, aesthetically, framed in smokey static electricity, perfectly honed and curated, artfully presented. a jagged frenzy beneath a swelling surface, barely restrained, three yearning hearts.
Tuesday, 7 April 2009
suspension magazine
idea one
The type is hand printed to make the letters seem more like physical objects that are hanging.
idea two
A hole is punched in the top of the card and the type sits at the bottom. It can be 'suspended' by thread...
'suspended'
Labels:
development,
language,
poetry,
suspension magazine,
visuals,
webzines,
work
Sunday, 29 March 2009
Bob's Story
Before yesterday's art show, Bob Notley wrote me this story, using the Jane's Guns recognition guide as a reference. I have added the pages to which he refers.

Me and Henry were sitting on the common, camoflage and waiting for birds above. I had the Danuvia M43, Page 232, he had a High Standard USA Page 79, Which was inapropriate. I let henry try out my Danuvia, he hurt his shoulder as the weapon kicked back and bruised himself. I comforted him about this but he was in pain, the bird also got away. henry was worried and felt anxious his bruise affected his breathing and slowly he built up a panic attack. 3 hours later he was dead in the back of Volvo, the Volvo was on the way to hospital but broke down, he suffocated.


Me and Henry were sitting on the common, camoflage and waiting for birds above. I had the Danuvia M43, Page 232, he had a High Standard USA Page 79, Which was inapropriate. I let henry try out my Danuvia, he hurt his shoulder as the weapon kicked back and bruised himself. I comforted him about this but he was in pain, the bird also got away. henry was worried and felt anxious his bruise affected his breathing and slowly he built up a panic attack. 3 hours later he was dead in the back of Volvo, the Volvo was on the way to hospital but broke down, he suffocated.

Tuesday, 25 November 2008
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