Category Archives: Writing

It’s In The Mix! More Good Internet Radio!

A Mister Nagoski is streaming from his collection of old 78 records:

“78 Vintage Grooves From Around The World…”

So far I’ve hung out with a Japanese callgirl, then some syrup-voiced guy from the arabic-speaking world, then I think the next fella was crooning to me from Turkey. Now Lil Wally and his pals have me rockin’ a polka. There’s a great interview with Nagoski at NPR Music.

Then over to South Africa for the Pan African Space Station.
Much more contemporary and coming to you live for half the day (I think) from a bar in Cape Town.

“Pan African Space Station…”

They’ve been playing hot jazz, dance music, experimental sounds, and all kinds of other fine things for your ears. The station features djs and live musicians (not at the same time as far as I can tell, but I’ve only been listening for a week).

Two very different experiences and both are sonically exceptional! Broadcast this to everyone you know!

Curation Situation

I’m guest curator for the Degenerate Art Ensemble’s Art Stream for the next two weeks.

I’m tasked with posting daily snapshots of artists and institutions that the world needs to know about. My first shot’s fired and it’s dedicated to Unnur Andrea, an Icelandic performer who makes music and videos. I’ve focused on her video work as it’s more interesting to me.

Here’s the link: Unnur Andrea – Food & The Body Becoming One

From day 3…

Screenshot from the DAE site
From my brief on photographer/mutilation artist Zhe Chen

 

 

 

“Entering the Nest – The Bold Italic – San Francisco”

The Peacock Lounge on San Francisco’s Upper Haight always intrigued me. In the years I lived there I saw it open once and promptly walked in.

Greeted by a large man in a suit who put his arm around my shoulders. While smiling and asking how I was, he walked me right back out. There were a few older men seated at the bar who all went silent when I entered and watched my escorted departure.

To this day I’ve wondered what the hell goes on in this obviously private lounge. Let the mystery be revealed…

Entering the Nest – The Bold Italic – San Francisco.

Guilty, A Public Passion

Last weekend I was part of a ritualized public reading of Bataille’s ‘Guilty‘ out at the Smoke Farm complex. Photographer Dan Hawkins made a time-lapse video of our 7 hour adventure…

Guilty is the edited diary of George Bataille written during World War 2. Bataille explores the guilt and anger he experiences at not being able to join the war effort due to illness. It is at times funny, philosophical, pornographic, yet always high-minded even in the midst of literary excess.

There were four of us and we each took turns reading from the text. When one of us finished their section they’d fill our glasses with wine. Taking our glasses, we’d all rise and toast one another. Then we’d sit and some of us would light cigarettes. The next person would start reading where the last left off.

By the end of the reading we were shivering and drunk having consumed 7 bottles of pink wine. We stripped naked in the dark and folded our clothes leaving them sitting on our chairs. Each of us lay down in the frigid river. I screamed when I did so as the chill of the water was too much to bear. Then I ran to the shore and dried myself; put on my street clothes. Returned home to our camp having only thrown up twice during the entire evening.