Back Space Back Space

The smallest most insignificant-ist of insignificances' walks into a barn.

All of the grandeurism's made up triply of parts shame, luck and jest be defined in thee.

Perfect moments all of them align to form a perfect 9 sided star of imperfectionless wit.

Maybe it did make sense to separate the like parts from the  depleted chasm of grey area wandering.

Sam is the I am, and often echoes simple jest and profound innocence like summer and hot fall.

A moon that rises twice and over a valley of  crimson points.

Live at Pacific Palace Aids 5/18/08

Let me start this off by exclaiming how much I love Ariel's music, I could go back and forth all day just like R. Stevie "No your the best Ariel!" I would say and in a sense I would mean every word of it.

I once had a very late conversation about interpreting Ariel Pink's art, not just the music because I think that would be too easy , of course it's dumb stumblingly brilliant pot-pop and therein lies the genius behind the music. What I have come to question and be equally enthralled about is the whole "scene" that goes along with the music. The 1000's of handmade cd's and tapes, the playful inequality to which said music is subjected to(only making it better in my opinion)by the true lo-fi bedroom mouthdrum fuzz buzz production of it all. I think that is probably the magic behind it and what keeps me listening, because so many things are buried behind layers of tape hiss and instrument wire hum that the lack of aesthetic becomes a unique aesthetic in itself pssssheeeewwwwww.

That being said this is a live recording from Haunted Graffiti from the 2008 tour. Six blistering(closer to ten if you count every actual song as opposed to the number of cocks)pop tunes recorded right down the way from Ariel's hometown.

ps  thanks for the rip dover.

Oh Ariel

I Want The Quiet Moments of a Party Girl pt.1

Societal hierarchy is everywhere, people are always consumed to buy and do things to appease the next rung of the ladder. This is confusing to me. It is something that transcends all facets of human individuality, race, gender, age, pretty much all of the pseudo defining qualities of a civilized peoples are rendered useless by this. Sure different groups of people are affected by different obstacles and pressures in society, thus molding each and every group's what I will call "deficiency of self" into its own disturbingly unique pitfall full of plastic surgery, 700 dollar shoes, 500 dollar hair cuts and so on and so forth. So many people I know, even if agreeing with this(by no means a new or foreign concept- not trying to re invent the wheel this is just a personal commentary on the things I see everyday.) still concede and say "oh well it's their happiness and personal blunder to blow money on things that you find to be asinine, it may not be viewed as asinine to the person doing it." or something to that degree. I find it upsetting sometimes that there isn't some level of equality especially in the monetary sense. Find yourself asking questions like "why is this person homeless if this other person has a 5 bedroom house but lives alone?" or "should this kid be made to walk 3 miles home in this neighborhood when there is someone driving right past the kids destination?" I do quite often think of these things. Lately it has been kind of crippling to a degree. I understand the problems that we deal with in this country are fucking absurd and I too find it ridiculous to even address most of our conflict as an actual problem, but this is something that does transcend all levels of individuality and even community.

My Birthday is in a month, and honestly the only thing I could wish for is that all of my friends(myself included) be a little more hip to the fact that were not the only people in this world and maybe understand how doing 4 or 5 super small things a day to help out a complete stranger can affect so much more than the face value of it all. 

I will also say this, I am not proud of it but I did not vote in this past election, while somehow the results panned out to be in my favor I still consider this..... Voting is said to be a very important part of our rights, however I for the most part opt out of this, at least in the way that some human rights activists would have you believe this is the plateau for us to rise up and speak what we feel about the issues that are important to us, fuck that. Try this... the next time someone does something you feel slighted by or just see happen and really think it's awful (mistreating of a child, random acts of sexism or racism, just out and out rude behavior), you may take some shit for it and most of the time it will not be worth it to try, but tell whoever is doing these things about how whatever they are doing makes you feel and why you think it's wrong; be ready for irrational arguments and all kinds of shit. I don't know what else to say this kind of turned into a weird rant and I am ready to get off of this stupid soapbox.

Ralf and Florian (1973)

Ralf and Florian is an album by the german band Kraftwerk. This album Gets it's name from the groups very minimal recording lineup at the time of just Ralf Hutter and Florian Schneider.

The album opens with the beautiful almost Pole Position soundtrack-y "Elektrisches Roulette" which only expands into mind numbing finish line hallucinations of other worldly space station fodder. "Tonebridge" comes in next and does just what the title implies , serves as a light bridge from the previous kraut-out and sends us headlong into the synth movement "Kristallo"

With "Heimatklange" we descend into an almost tragically somber ballad of piano and what sounds like it could be a clarinet borrowed from the bottom of the ocean blue. Strings and wind instruments continue to dominate the mix until the tiny insects that have nestled themselves into your subconscious recess, and side two takes us on a more poppy trip.

The second side opens with "Tanzmusik" an upbeat section , ever expanding, and the first time we get to hear the wordless vocal calls on Ralf and Florian. I can only imagine the influence this song has had on many young experimental artists, myself not excluded.

At last we arrive at the breathtaking finale "Ananas Symphonie" which marks the first use of the voccoder by Kraftwerk. This song in keeping with the refined theme of most the record takes you on a journey, but instead of twisting and turning these sounds are moving upward, it's ascension and descension that keeps the album's tone grounded. Waves wash over it all, letting the instrumentation become the ambience from time to time. This one ends similar to the lps beginning - Kraftwerk surfing the cosmos.

GRAB

My Plans

For tonight my plans are helping my mother move my stuff and watching this on the late night tip.

Queen of the Underground.

I will blissfully admit(ignorance ultimately?)but honest all the while that Chelsea Girl is my favorite Nico album. I have heard Marble Index and Desertshore enough to know that they are good but neither of those do it for me quite like Chelsea Girl does.

There is a quiet sophistication and innocence all the same in these recordings. Repeated crescendos with violins and Nico's beautiful wispy call. The production always reminds me of the serenely nice brownstone laden area's of a wealthier Washington D.C. Both Nico's tone and lyricism here evoke strong feelings of someone who is a bit past prime. Although nico proved the bittersweetness of this lp as a hoax by following with more ambitious works throughout the rest of the 60's and 70's

This is the first studio release from the lauded queen of the Velevet Underground and was recorded by Tom Wilson in new york in 66. Features John Cale, Leonard Cohen and a slew of other performers and cohorts.

Chelsea Girl