Friday, July 29
Gratitude. And Bee-ah!
Children, this may well be the best feedback Trrill has ever received (except for when it was opera-related and referred to as the "Maria Callous" of the blögôsphère). It's not so much that I like being patted on the back(side), but more like HOLY SHIT WILL YOU LOOK AT THE LOCATIVE CONTEXT IN THIS COMMENT!!!
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Brilliant! While Seymour was crafting that response, I was stomping my feet to Mutsumi Kanamori (Mu) and her gymnastic spell-casting. I mean, Maurice Fulton was the real musical star (you wouldn't believe how well the chaos translates to real and accessible music that demands to be danced to once it's inside a club and not on headphones). But Mu herself was entirely entertaining, mostly because she didn't stop moving the entire time (except for when she held herself in a backbend for a full thirty seconds after one song ended). Afterwards, I said to her, "Girl, we need ta getchoo a drank!" Her response: "Oooooh! BEE-AH!" Cute… until you touch her sweaty back.
Of course the jam of the night was:
And we did get sick. I was shouting right along. Oh, you wanna get sick, too? Go on! Just try to read the lyrics.
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Thanks for your fantastic website. I am a fan. Solid music lover from Downunder here. I do wish I had the skills to post songs; I would love to share some antipodean jams with you. I dj at a gay sauna here in Sydney. I played "Steam," "Storm," and "Branded Waters" this week! Thanks x the Herbert album is seriously amazing! Wow! Keep it up, mister.
Hugs,
Seymour
http://saunasessions.blogspot.com
Brilliant! While Seymour was crafting that response, I was stomping my feet to Mutsumi Kanamori (Mu) and her gymnastic spell-casting. I mean, Maurice Fulton was the real musical star (you wouldn't believe how well the chaos translates to real and accessible music that demands to be danced to once it's inside a club and not on headphones). But Mu herself was entirely entertaining, mostly because she didn't stop moving the entire time (except for when she held herself in a backbend for a full thirty seconds after one song ended). Afterwards, I said to her, "Girl, we need ta getchoo a drank!" Her response: "Oooooh! BEE-AH!" Cute… until you touch her sweaty back.Of course the jam of the night was:
MP3 Mu - Let's Get Sick
And we did get sick. I was shouting right along. Oh, you wanna get sick, too? Go on! Just try to read the lyrics.
This will be the second day I put off posting the song that I intended on the day before. But you know how things just keep coming up. Yesterday I drank two coffees and had very little to eat, so by the time I showed up at my friend 
Re: Charles Mudede's 
Anyhow, I do recommend Godlike. It's an account of the liquid days of a 27-year-old writer's ("Paul Vaughn") love affair with a preturnaturally aware teenage poet ("Randall Terence Wode") in the early 70's. The writer, now middle-aged, is recuperating in a mental hospital and grappling with the possibility that the memory of his young love may be slipping away now that R.T. has died. Hell scatters poems, prose, and letters that bely the fury and frivolity of his own experience. The manic punk grit swirls in the heady Rimbaud-Verlaine dynamic and makes for a page that, at first glance, looks a little like Virgina Woolf (...
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From the soundtrack to the almost-forgotten French New Wave film 
There's no excuse for this song. It sounds like what would happen if Ernie Kovacs and Bach were to collaborate on an album for use in Sesame Street vignettes.
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Squelchy bass, electric tadpole squiggles, synthfants forming their very first speech, oriental-pentatonic street urchin mini-riffs (are they serious?). This track is a lie-down blisskrieg on the metallic, methodical mastery of the debut album from 
Life is a mess punctuated by miniature perfections&glimdash;nts of light in dark and deep midnight pools. Many artists have devoted themselves to exploring those waters, but few have been successful in illustrating the suspension and weightless other-ness of them the way that Arthur Russell did.
It is probably unfair to try for a biopic in this format (there are 
Almost a year ago, I went up to order a drink at the only gay bar in Olympia, Washington. To my right I saw a bare upper arm tattooed with the state of Texas. Being a Texas native, I inquired about its significance. The owner was one K8 Hardy, performance artist now living in Brooklyn, replied with something like "You can take the girl out of Texas… " As we made introductions, we found out that we'd grown up about an hour and a half away from each other and that she'd often visited my hometown to attend rock shows (frightening, considering that she was from Forth Worth and I was from a horrible little town of only 100,000). Once she rattled off the name of an old thoroughfare in my town, we grabbed a couple beers and toasted to "escapism" or something.
"In Beautiful Radiating Energy, artist K8 Hardy militantly confronts the audience to possess and critique sexist stereotypes. The performance draws upon the personal politics from the Women's Liberation and Riot Grrrl movements, which are rendered both in Hardy's physical and cinematic language. Conversing with the video images and screen with dubious gestures and disarming cheers, Hardy explores an imaginary, and perhaps impossible landscape filled with other like-minded militants."
This track, from 2004, accompanies the attitudes and issues raised in the larger performance piece. Full of hip-hop hollers to cities, art galleries, festivals, and organizations with which K8 and friends are involved, it is a call-to-arms for lesbian, queer, and transgender artists to become active in painting their future by drawing from politics and art, and to point fingers at themselves as much as mainstream culture. Some nameless voice gives us steady juggling of a simple tune with charmingly affected enunciation and cacaphonic cascades of siren shouts (from K8 herself), over a gently acidic bassline and limping beat. All of this is presumably produced by