Wednesday, February 17, 2010
ANIMAL
i'm a big fan of animal collective. if me & my friends hanging out required a score i would write a song just like that.
in fact we have written songs together. around a campfire. in the middle of the night. holding torches. and it's no surprise that they seemed to have been lifted directly from an animal collective album.
there's something about that psychedelic/forest/joyful/hymn/chant/spell/magik/marching band/nonsense combo that really hits the spot.
and now i'm so pleased that they're having a show at the guggenheim! it's really satisfying to see artists who can communicate on all sorts of levels. it creates a stronger appreciation as a fan that they're more connected to themselves & their audience when they can translate what it is they're needing to put into the world & it's still keeps it shape, if not grows.
of course it's an audio-based show with visuals; not too different i suppose from the music/music video format, but the description i think takes the idea of "music" as a means to create or influence or enhance a mood and builds on that. they've taken sounds that aren't necessarily readily available here in the city & made them so. birds, wind, trees, etc. they've taken these sounds & created a mood with them through their visuals & the edit in order to create a reaction that, to me, seems much more subtle & integrative than listening to music does. when you put on a song, you ready yourself for the experience of that. that journey you're taking, to some extent, outside of daily life. it's stylized. however arranging natural sounds will have a completely opposite effect.
its also interesting to have them in a classic gallery space, which alludes that these sounds are scared, precious, or even art themselves.
i know as a NYer i definitely feel at times that these things are. but its an interesting assertion nevertheless.
Sunday, February 14, 2010
be gone demon
my dad just called & gave me the rundown of the history of valentines day. st valentines day, for those in the know.
what a sweet man. i'm glad he's my valentine.
on this day of love, i am hungover & tired & generally cloudy but here's an amazing valentine from the 1880s
my favorite angel is the little queen bee right in the front. i bet there's a spot from him on rupaul's drag race.
a poem for the day
aint love funny
i take my heart to the sun & it's become transparent
a filter
a gel
shine any light i see through this light of mine & every place is colored a me-colored color
i fold it, carry it in my jacket, in my purse, wherever it fits.
fold & unfold & refold & photocopies make it spread
aint no one eaten this paper heart yet
aint no one thrown it away
aint no one folded it into a paper airplane & made it soar over the earth
aint no one exchanged it like money or a check
aint no one but me remember the shape & the size by touch
i love this funny heart, beating weakly in my pocket
rhythm life pumping blood pumping good
it unfolds & swallows people whole, uncovers itself & gets blown around like the most beautiful cloud there could ever be
dont take my heart
you cant cage this heart
it may be small but its mighty & its afraid
you cant ever hold this heart
because this heart only has one life, one shape, one time to be & its only home is my hands
stand back, take your look & feel free to touch
but dont take
just give the gift of recognition & memorize its tempo
and sing it softly, steadily back
what a sweet man. i'm glad he's my valentine.
on this day of love, i am hungover & tired & generally cloudy but here's an amazing valentine from the 1880s
my favorite angel is the little queen bee right in the front. i bet there's a spot from him on rupaul's drag race.
a poem for the day
aint love funny
i take my heart to the sun & it's become transparent
a filter
a gel
shine any light i see through this light of mine & every place is colored a me-colored color
i fold it, carry it in my jacket, in my purse, wherever it fits.
fold & unfold & refold & photocopies make it spread
aint no one eaten this paper heart yet
aint no one thrown it away
aint no one folded it into a paper airplane & made it soar over the earth
aint no one exchanged it like money or a check
aint no one but me remember the shape & the size by touch
i love this funny heart, beating weakly in my pocket
rhythm life pumping blood pumping good
it unfolds & swallows people whole, uncovers itself & gets blown around like the most beautiful cloud there could ever be
dont take my heart
you cant cage this heart
it may be small but its mighty & its afraid
you cant ever hold this heart
because this heart only has one life, one shape, one time to be & its only home is my hands
stand back, take your look & feel free to touch
but dont take
just give the gift of recognition & memorize its tempo
and sing it softly, steadily back
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