note: added a modest “want list” at the bottom of the page, like all scummy web diarists.
fujichia: still a record label, still not a pretty girl.
i have a spray paint headache. hopefully tonight i’ll get to watch “jason and the argonauts”, one of my favorite movies ever. oh, it’s such a handsome film.
third floor! de sade, mcluhan, “what is art” and other things i will never discuss. fujichia: a department store with no one in it and arbitrary departments anyway.
fujichia: the weight of condensed milk.
added james’ excellent zine “this city is not alive” to the catalog. he’s been working on an adventure serial called “the adventures of little red”, to be published in installments (hence “serial”) and i am pumped.
well, it has come to pass… kevin driscoll is the first person i know with one of the new top-level domains:
fade motherfucker with lines.
oh, that reminds me, .info and me are leading a soundedit 16 tutorial at the worcester macromedia users
group on march 20th at assumption college so if you want to come and listen to me blather and kevin rave for two hours, it is open to the
public and probably one of us is going to bring snacks. and if you’re interested in making music the jpb way, i will disseminate copies of
the two programs i use most (se16 being my primary mug).
dan wars – i am looking for you. please email or private guestbook sign with current phone number.
for film night me and jess and little andrew watched fellini’s “juliet of the spirits” and loved it. it’s his first in color and stars that wonderful giulietta masina in a story rife with visions and liveliness. afterwards we made big soft ginger cookies. earlier in that day, and now, as i type this, hanging out with nicky boom town, who had sinus surgery on monday. i guess it went ok but his calling-card lion style throat clear has not diminished in volume, frequency, or production.
had a great day today hanging out with my man michael antelope. we hit the thrifts and even though i don’t have shit for greenbacks i got some great books– an acid conspiracy book (not entirely about acid – actually kind of a “unified field” conspiracy book), and a book of contest winning fantasy stories for kids ages 7 – 12. regarding conspiracy books: add to the list of things nick doesn’t want to hear about, but i like some of them (especially the newer ones with the crappy mondo 2000-y covers), and i read them honestly. i’m by no means a buff, but i am interested in people trying to make sense out of the world (i don’t like or dislike it). i can’t however, think about conspiracies and shadowy string-puller string-pullers without thinking about the bertrand russell “turtles all the way down” anecdote.
michael bought a blank tape and one of those pictures made of geometric string tangles. man, he’s making a few new paintings for this fort worcester show and while they would look like total garbage if he tried to incorporate geometric string tangles, they look super good now. i am so proud to be the corporate sponsor for this show.
saturday went in to providence to see some sort of art show at the sickle. there were some good pieces, and dan set up a nice little bar in his room and was making smoothies. my problem with the night (which is, by my own admission, /my/ problem) was that, as there was no band or event to tie people to a certain time, there was never a decent crowd there at any time (though a great many trickled in and out all night long). so i didn’t see some folks who i had put off writing letters to, thinking i would run into them at event and more easily discuss business matters. also i did something which, without proper documentation, casts me as a chump–
there was a urinal there (amongst the rest of the crazy crap), that was pretty much the exact same urinal as duchamp’s “fountain”, and i signed it. it’s pretty clear that they had it as an homage, and i just jumped on the joke without doing any of the background stuff (finding the exact right urinal, bring it home from the torn-down funeral home). but isn’t this appropriate? after duchamp, every physical object on it’s own had potential sculptural merit (just as after cage, every sonic event had potential musical merit) just waiting for an observer. we can take the quantum mechanics view of it and say that observing something as art makes something art, which, if we’re going to be strict about it, makes it valid for any observer to sign anything they view as art. even existing pieces of art established as such already! so if duchamp’s art was identifying a urinal as sculpture, and [undisclosed sickle resident]’s art was signifying this sculpture, let my art be verifying this sculpture, and in so doing, making it my own work. or, let my statement be the idea that constant verification and reassessment is essential. you ask if there was any drama over my actions– there was none, sadly, absolutely none.
don’t forget to vote berendes in the wormtown sound awards, or to add your stories to the fort worcester page, ok hon?