some good brooklyn house shows this weekend. . . so good that windows were not the only thing that got broken. but what is up with bodega owners turning down $20 bills? i had that happen three times in two days! do i fit some sort of "counterfeiter profile" that i am unaware of?

so one of the Double Dagger kids sent this my way. . . sounds pretty good.

Open Call for a Button Art Show.

Please donate buttons for a button art show.  We are currently seeking any and all buttons ranging from art buttons to punk rock bands to political buttons and beyond. This show is a study in the culture and functions of buttons and is meant to be a permanent collection for these typically throw-away objects. In the final show a wide range of buttons will be displayed representing a  collection of what people wear and stand for.

The first buttons were made when George Washington was president in 1798. They were clothing buttons made out of brass with a slogan "G.W. - Long Live the President". Clothing button continued and the general public would wear buttons with their heros at the present times. 1860 Elections buttons started using tintype of the ferrotype photo process. The image of Abraham Lincoln was on the buttons and people who lived far from Washington DC could see the candidate for President. In about 1896 Whitehead and Hoag Company made four-piece buttons that were able to have printed material or photographs with a piece of celluloid to protect it. There have been different variations of the buttons in the last 100 years.

This show will be a permanent traveling exhibit, starting in Baltimore, Maryland this fall. Buttons can be hand made, bootleg, found, express political views, weird art, or other. You can send as many buttons as you want. Please note that buttons will not be returned, and will be permanently accessioned into this traveling collection. Please include your contact info and any credit information you may have along with your button submissions.

Please send Buttons! As soon as you can!

Ryan Compton
309 E Federal St. Studio 501a
Baltimore MD 21202

If you have any question please email me at filtrum78@hotmail.com
Since this will be a permanent travelling exhibit, we are currently looking for spaces around the country and world to exhibit the collection as it grows passes around. Please contact the curator if you know of a space interested in hosting this show.

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so apparently this is some "rare" Franz Fredinand, from their long-time-in-coming next album. i like the song, so here you go, for whatever it's worth. . .

• Franz Ferdinand - Can't Stop Feeling

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here is a news flash for you: cops are jerks (apparently they are still having trouble realizing that video can get you in trouble, i guess that Rodney King verdict gave them the wrong impression). and rarely am i left speechless, but a solid reworking of Sir Mix-A-Lot's "Baby Got Back" into a Bible song will do it.



it seems like everyone and their mother have been racing to cover Phil Collins lately. not that it's a bad thing, just kind of a weird confluence of musical tendencies i guess. anyway, the best one i have heard so far is The Postal Service doing "Against All Odds." it appeared on the "Wicker Park" soundtrack. . . i haven't heard the rest of the soundtrack, but word on the street is that it is full of indie rock delights (even if the movie apparently sucked an egg). so yeah, regardless this is a great cover. happy weekend and stuff.

• The Postal Service - Against All Odds

the video of said cover song.

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photos taken recently in argentina by Callie

the world is slowly being taken over by corporations, and nowhere is it more apparent than in south america. there are frequent protests, riots, and even coups over the right of the public to be able to access the basic resources of the land (ie. water, soil, seeds, a place to live, etc). often international corporations come into poorer countries and "buy" the rights to these resources, under the guise of providing better service to disseminate them. however, they often charge exorbitant rates, since their "customers" don't have any other choices. but frequently these companies get a bit of a god-complex and begin to assert their ownership over all water, not just the spring they "purchased." so if you collect rainwater on your roof? you owe some european company money for that water. and if you don't pay? they will use violence and scare tactics to make an example of you (via the usually very well-paid-for and accommodating government). so the resulting riots aren't very surprising, really. what would you do if some french or american company (ie. Bechtel) was trying to charge you more than you make in a month for some rainwater you collected? probably not just sit there and watch reruns of "friends." this is happening all over central and south america, and the only really surprising thing about the whole situation is how little you ever hear about it, especially in the mainstream media. well, that doesn't mean it's not happening. . .

this is a report from the recent assault (last week) on the homeless encampment in Goiania, Brasil. a nyc activist and indymedia reporter, Brad Will, has been down there with the group. this is what we have heard so far. . .

dawn came on confused and quiet – a few milling about – it was the quietest i had ever seen the camp -- so beautiful at dawn with the light low and cool – then the alarm sounded – I could see it wasn’t happening now – people started appearing slowly from all points gathering around a car with a sound system for news – it was plain and simple – 30 trucks on their way all full of military police – all the time the siren didn’t stop ringing – more people came up to the barricades – many ran off to tell their loved ones – what a diverse group, old and young of every color and description with young children in their arms and little dogs running wild – surprisingly it was less panicky than the night before – they were solidifying the barricades quickly but there was little more to do – there was a quick interview of police brass for the corporate press -- the traffic had stopped on the street outside the encampment -- they had blocked all the roads leading to the camp -- i had no idea what was happening on the other side but hoped there might be an escape route there -- in the distance i could see the military police unloading from buses -- they were geared up like storm troopers with green and black war paint -- i photoed a line of women who had formed in front of the barricades and were praying and crying, some with their children in their arms -- soon there were about a hundred troops lined up in formation in three squadrons -- i started to realize just how hopeless this was -- a call went out for everyone to be at the barricade -- huge block of peaceful pilgrims collected there -- all ages and races with their hands in the air -- theresistance fighters had mostly vanished -- the military started to move in in formation with sheilds raised tight like a turtle shell -- i didnt see anyone even throw a stone -- suddenly behind me there was an explosion -- it was a concussion grenade launched from a tear gas rocket -- i was hiding behind the edge of a brick wall and was completely confused how it could be behind me with my eyes on the police -- another explotion directly behind me and i felt the slam against my skin and my ears went deaf ringing -- they were already in the camp -- it was pandemonium -- everyone was running and screaming -- as i ran i saw them coming from my flank -- and aiming to shoot again not more than thirty feet away -- then all hell broke losse -- suddenly there was gas, rubber bullets, concussion grenades on all sides -- immediately i recognized the sound of real bullets -- i tried twice to stop and film but only for seconds until bullets flew near by -- they were advancing on either side of me in large groups -- it wasnt safe anywhere in the streets -- i saw two women face down in the street -- i dont know if they were alive -- at my feet i saw blood mixed in the dry dirt -- everywhere people running in panic and screaming and trying to find some shelter from the barrage -- i headed to a back yard trying to cut through the backs of houses and was slowed by barbed wire between all the yards -- there was tall yuka plants giving me some cover as i ran -- the military units were already past me on the main avenue and running rampant shooting everything -- it was so terrifying -- they were shooting at anything that moved -- there was no where to go -- i looked up and a door opened and a woman was motioning for me to come in -- i ran inside with another older couple and they slammed the door to total darkness -- inside there were two babies trying to scream but the were gagging on the tear gas -- they showed me a bucket of water to wash off the gas -- a man opened the door to look out and i came around to film -- i saw military point at us and yell something -- we had our hands in the air but he and another raised there guns to shoot -- as the door slammed shut the bullets hit the house -- we all hit the ground -- one woman was having a panic attack -- i could smell gas from just outside creeping in -- they cracked a window the breathe and i could see two women with babies and a tiny yound girl on the bed -- the whole home was one small room and made of simple bricks and used furniture with two beds right next to the kitchen -- it was really beautiful and simple -- i imagined the bulldozer destorying it all with us inside -- the babies started to recover from the gas and the man opened another window but was seen by military and there was more shooting -- everyone was screaming i htink to get on the ground -- i didnt know what to do -- i tried to film but paced and walked over to the corner to cry -- what in gods name was happening out there -- the sound of shots and screaming was contant -- i was trembling -- there were police right outside yelling orders to come out -- the man yelled something back about being peaceful -- i yelled that i was international press -- he opened the door -- i raised my hands high with video camera in one hand -- they were in regular uniforms the woman who was panicked before passed out right in front of her husband as she walked out -- he grabbed for her -- the police made they they were going to shoot -- screaming at him i guess to put up his hands but they couldnt see his hands were holding his wife -- i yelled we needed a doctor -- it meant nothing to them -- finally he raised his hands and dropped her there on the ground -- i started walking out -- they had pistols drawn and pointed at my head -- i couldnt understand what they were screaming at me but they looked like they would shoot -- i kept repeating i didnt understand -- i was an international journalist -- they mimed to keep my head down -- as i walked out with my head down a few of they ran up and slammed into me, twisting my arms and kicking my feet out -- i got punched in the head and another jumped on top of me -- after they ripped the camera out of my hand and had me in plastic cuffs they started kicking me again -- i got one of the officers names who beat me, torres -- he seemed like he was in command and picked me up and started screaming questions at me -- i asked if he spoke spanish and he screamed no one speaks spanish in here -- one of the others handed him my camera and i got a woman cop to put my glasses in my front pocket -- they started ripping through my bag -- i told them again i was a journalist from new york city -- they started to cut my bag off my back but i managed to explain how to get it off -- there were other more official looking officers in white uniforms who appeared near by and seemed to pretend they were not interested with their name tags turned away from me -- they yanked me back to the main avenue and motioned me to head off toward the main entrance -- the plastic cuffs were so tight even the adreneline couldnt stop the pain -- i was completely confused but saw women with children walking the same direction and just followed them leaving my video camera still running in torres´s hands -- there were troops still coming in with different kinds of uniforms -- there was still shooting but a lot of it was further away deeper in the camp -- there was a long empty street and i saw a cat scurry across and crouch under a fence -- everyone was getting evicted today -- as i was walking i recognized a policeman from the corporate press interview -- he stopped me and started looking through my bag -- i told him i was a journalist from the usa -- it seemed to mean nothing to any of them -- as he was rifling through my things a huge military policeman with a mask pulled up and black bullet proof vest stopped and looked at my credencials -- he said they were fake and slammed me upside the head with an open hand so hard i almost fell off my feet except the other officer who was smiling now still had me by the arm and was holding me steady for the other --he led me toward the entrance where the barricades had been pushed aside -- in front of me were hundreds of detainees kneeling on the ground -- two cuffed together at the wrist -- there was black smoke coming up in a half dozen different parts of the camp -- i could still here the shooting -- they pushed me onto my knees with the other prisoners -- what the fuck next

i was lost -- there were rows and rows of detainees and more being marched hands over head in a line -- clusters of women with small children and elderly trickled out unescorted and were shown to waiting buses-- i had been handed over to a plains clothes policeman who finally found my digital photo camera -- the idea of losing another camera in one day put me in a panic -- i told him just to take the card out and give me back the camera again and again -- he went through every little pocket and had all these scraps of paper i had forgot to throw away with phone numbers and addresses of people who had nothing to do with anything and put my passport and my camera in a separate plastic bag with these things -- i kept asking if he could cut off the plastic cuffs and replace them -- he just wandered away with my bag after placing a guard right over my head -- a couple dogs were on the lose and one came close and he kicked it -- the militarty police kept yelling insults and kicking people who were sitting on the ground -- the pain in my back was making it hard to sit but if i relaxed at all it would push on my hands andthe pain would shoot into me -- the hard brazilian sun was beating down and i was sweating hard -- i looked up and there was a local companero from indymedia pointing at me -- he wasnt even in cuffs -- they came over and he started explaining we were together -- what an incredible relief -- i wasnt alone -- soon another was discovered -- his video camera had also been stolen -- they cut off my cuffs and my whole body sighed -- we were separated from the mob scene and placed in neutral territory baking in the sun between the prisoners and a tent where the hard core military police were in the shade celebrating their victory -- they would come marching out in formation singing songs -- it was twisted i looked in some of their eyes and there was just darkness -- it was like they had no souls, cold hard steel killers-- i saw other undercover police with a computer and some really young ones getting into a car -- there was a lot of talk of infiltration the days before -- time crawled -- eventually we were placed on a bus with all the other prisoners -- i coulnt figure out which was worse for us, being isolated or lost in the herd -- but with the other imcistas i was calmed -- at the police station it was mayhem -- paperwork took forever -- we were led to an area turned into a medical station -- there were pools of blood on the floor starting to turn black at the edges -- people were getting stiches for head wounds -- i saw a guy with bandages all over his head caked in blood -- he described a bullet passing through his scalp -- he was refusing more medical treatment --- he looked scared -- there was movement everywhere and every available space was utilized with scores of prisoners -- it was a much more mellow scene -- there was a journalist who spoke english and i told her i was beaten and they stole my camera but no one say it on the news -- i got a medical check and slowly slowly we made our way to the federal police -- i was the only foreigner -- as we drove out there were other imcistas outside trying tofigure out were we were off to -- there were crowds of young people who had gone to school that day and were gloomily waiting for their parents -- looking at them they could be from anywhere, any class and country, all clean and in their nice clothes with book bags -- we sped away -- at the federal police the snails pace continued as they argued about my visa -- i had a tourist vias but they said i was working as a journalist -- we explained that my work with the imc was completely unpaid -- they said they were going to cut me loose with a court date in june -- ok -- then they wanted to go copy all the photos in my camera -- this took about 3 hours and suddenly i was buzing away out of there and ready to pass out ---- so many stories to tell -- i only have written about what i saw so far but now i need to write about the witness accounts -- people said they saw bodies being dragged to the water wells and dumped, they saw bodies thrown into burning buildings -- no one knew how many were still missing -- all night there were military ambulances leaving the encampment -- all night imc volunteers were at the hospitals and these ambulances never arrived -- a massive orchestrated coverup was underway while i collapsed that night -- people working in the hospitals were afraid to talk with us -- they were already bulldozing houses -- in the jail so called leaders were being selectivle pulled into special holding for interogation -- children still looking for their parents -- streams of refugees -- there was no government plan what to do with these people -- the next morning there was a gathering called for at the catholic church -- i asked if the police would be there waiting and a friend said never, after what happened the day before, this was the center of the city -- there was a sound system and people scattered everywhere in and out of the church sleeping -- most of them didnt even have a change of clothes -- i talked to many who had their money, their identification and their cell phones stolen -- everyone was hungry -- was takijng pictures and say a gathering near the alter and it looked like they were distributing food -- i walked up and there were two open caskets -- it was more than i could handle -- they were floating in pools of flowers and surrounded by loved ones crying -- little children didnt seems to understand -- one had pictures of he and his wife, his new home in the encampment, them on a vacation -- so proud and full of life -- the other had strange marks on his hand and everyone told me they were the initals of the policeman who killed him -- some kind of weird trophey marking -- i was spilling out and dizzy i stumbled away and cried -- they could have been anyone, they could have been me -- the police said they died shooting eachother and the corporate media repeated it unquestioned -- the two official deaths -- outside there was a huge line waiting to report missing people -- their faces -- i turned away -- there was some distribution of clothing and soap and bread but it was a mad house people pushing and desperate clutching babies -- i went with a friend who said she was getting food at the market for the church kitchen -- i went to a safe house to rest a while and people came running in to tell me about the attack -- undercover police had infiltrated the rally that started at the church and had grabbed on of the so called leaders to arrest him -- the people werent having it and started to fight for their companero -- the undercovers pulled out their guns shooting in the air and were barely able to flee the scene running into a forming block of military police who were suspiciously near by in large numbers -- the community was there for a funeral -- despite the gunplay they assembled for a march carrying the caskets to a huge park then buses took them to the cemetary -- after the funeral the buses went to the mayors office and everyone camped out for hours -- a storm was brewing black clouds in the distance and the wind kicked hard -- there were different proposals on the loudspeaker and people decided to go to two gymnasiums set aside for housing -- what a dark night

please donate to Brad's return plane ticket/camera replacement fund via paypal, send it to zradleyman@yahoo.com. skip the starbucks, even a couple bucks really helps. you can also find more information about this here.

and on a slight side-note. . . the next time you think you're a badass, take a look at the guy in the smoke in the 5th photo. you have to be pretty fearless to face down riot cops shirtless, and with one arm. i don't know if that's gangsta, but it sure is some tough-as-hell shit. and the 6th photo? riot cops waiting in line behind some random guys? what, is there somebody selling ice cream or something?



so i really didn't kow what to offer to go along with the rest of today's post. but listening to the first lines of this song seemed to make it appropriate enough. off the much anticipated upcoming album by soon-to-be-famous sri lankan M. I. A., here's a track from "Arular."

• M. I. A. - M. I. A. (Arular Version)

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remember back in the day? remember the crazy boogie-down-bronx? remember flat tops? remember when rap wasn't only about killing people and money? well, i don't. i was like 2 at the time. but here's something that does. . . Rappcats. and some pretty nice/funny drawings over at You Yes You.

both via Nick over at Catchdubs



man, i got myself a little birdie who keeps slippin' me these crazy gems that i just have to share. This is Aerial M, otherwise known as Papa M, covering one of my favorite bands to hear covered (The Misfits). Mr. M has been around. . . in addition to being the guitarist for Slint, he has also joined Will Oldham as one of the Palace Brothers, played bass in Tortoise, and toured with Stereolab. not too shabby for an under-thirty-something ex-metal head.

• Aerial M - Last Caress

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february kinda really sucks. especially when your sister calls you from florida to remind you she's relaxing by the pool. i still love ya, jerkface.



so there has been a lot of buzz lately about the new Spoon album that leaked. it is pretty damn amazing, and possibly my favorite spoon album ever. here's one track that has been making me smile on my morning commute.

• Spoon - I Summon You

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let's stop kidding ourselves. we all know you only come here for the music. . . so let's just cut to the chase.



along with a Autumn Pictures, my roommate The Goddamn Rattlesnake played with Poor Boy Johnson last tuesday. in my "unbiased" opinion, they were the clearly highlight of the six-act night (and i have to say that they did garner the most applause by far). Both The Goddamn Rattlesnake and Poor Boy Johnson are deeply rooted in the bluesy-country-singer-songwriter vein, especially when the Rattlesnake breaks out his banjo. However they both have very different approaches, whereas the Rattlesnake is much more of a raucous foot-stompin' good time, Johnson tends to be more of the longingly rendered lament. . . with a bit more of a wail than a holler. on tuesday they played a set together and it was just beautiful, i really wish i had something recorded of their collaboration. . . but alas. so here are a few tracks off the demo that Poor Boy Johnson just finished recording during some isolation in vermont. real gems, if i do say so myself.

• Poor Boy Johnson - Lady Rodeo

• Poor Boy Johnson - Say Marie

• Poor Boy Johnson - Dear Annie

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house shows are fun. . . warehouse loft shows are pretty great too. this shot is of Autumn Pictures (from canada) playing in bushwick/east williamsburg this past tuesday.



baltimore, now that's an odd place. and hailing from baltimore is the two-and-a-half-piece (they are still in need of a permanent drummer) Double Dagger. DD is the first band of the new "designcore" genre (no, i did not make that up. Double Dagger did). the majority of their songs are about design "issues," like CMYK, crappy fonts, and clients from hell ("You're Getting Paid To Make My Life Harder"). it's dancey, it's punky, it's got great song titles (my personal favorite "My Dad Has a Theory That the Internet is the Roman Coliseum of Our Time"), what more could you want?

• Double Dagger - Attack Of The Clones

• Double Dagger - I Was So Bored I Wanted To Hang Myself On The Dancefloor

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sorry kids, had a shoot for a mag today. no time for posts.
Fluxblog is DJing with some friends friday, go to his site for details.




valentines day show at Anna B's studio in williamsburg. Big A little a played with Matt & Kim. Big A little a is amazing. . . frenetic drum-circle power (3-4 percussionists) with distorted electronic sounds and warped vocals. . . kinda like if Black Dice had gone the opposite direction (more drums, instead of kicking the drummer out) and decided they wanted people to dance like crazy to it. Kim & Matt have massive potential, just gotta work out the kinks. . . as soon as they have something recorded, you know you'll see it here. on a related note, has anyone seen the article on Hisham (previously the aforementioned drummer from Black Dice) in the new issue of Fader? it's about time that boy was gettin' his due. . .

for all my biking friends, a lil' sumpthin' and sumpthin' more.



talk about the come-back kid. The Mars Volta sprung from the ashes of At The Drive-In. . . their first album was "ehh." not bad, but not as good as ATDI. . . and then they kind of faded into the background. however, with their new album "Frances The Mute," they have returned and surprised the hell out of people (myself included). the entire album is broken up into five pieces, composed of eighteen "movements," and each one is an epic. the track below is definitely the more "rock" of the five, the others tend to be more subdued and even ambient. dropping the (sort-of) post-emo punk approach, they have instead followed more closely to the voluminous nature of Led Zeppelin. consider it like a hyper-real dream, journeying across one of those dark computer-created terrains they use in fancy car commercials. . . or something like that.

• The Mars Volta - Cygnus. . . Vismund Cygnus (12.5 MB)

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photos from the Japanther show this weekend at the Jane Doe bookstore in brooklyn. always a good time. another band, The Good Good were pretty good too. . . very rough around the edges, but showed a lot of promise.

so a friend of mine did the photography for Saul William's recent video for his new single "List Of Demands." and it happened to make it in to IFilm's best music videos of 2004. go check it out, and then poke around for the other cool music videos and trailers they have there (like for "Sin City". . . damn that looks cool. and thank god they are trying to keep to Frank Miller's vision).



Japanther just put out a new album on Plan-It-X Records (which is a switch from the usual Tapes Records/Menlo Park tag-team). it's called "Wolfenswan" and is an excellent update to their already extensive catalog. Japanther has been slowly moving from their original noisy/screamy/crashing sound to something infused with a bit more pop and even a bit of singing (but not less energy). none of their albums thus far have really captured this new direction, until "Wolfenswan." earlier in the day before the show, i was at Cinders on havemeyer and this track came on. it was the first time i had heard it, and i instantly started grinning. . . when Japanther nails it, there is nothing you can do except smile (and maybe dance, depending on who's watching).

• Japanther - I-10

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photo by Nick Kilroy

this has been a sad week, with the passing of Nick Kilroy. one of the first to use this lil' internet to disseminate his great musical taste. his site Gabba/Pod was one of the best places to discover new music and stumble across gems that would make everything you'd been listening to for the past week seem boring. the infamous Pitchfork has a tribute with contributions from multiple writers. Nick was also a good photographer. i'm pretty damn picky, and i definitely get something from his images. . . a sense of looking, intuitiveness, pause. it's just sad.

get yer Daily Dose right here. be warned, not for people already suffering from depression or having thoughts about moving to canada.



Buck 65 is one of the most interesting things happening in hip-hop. he is a lanky white boy hailing from the great white north (canada). he has a uniquely appealing voice and a rambling, rolling, stream-of-consciousness lyrical style. his subjects range from roaming the open highways in a beat-up truck with a beat-up dog wondering what heaven will be like. . . to saying he'd rather read the pages of the bible than use them to roll joints, while giving a shout-out to David Lynch in the same verse. his beats are more subtle than most hip-hop, but more importantly they are more delicate. This track comes from his 2003 release "Talkin' Honky Blues." i guess you could call him the cowboy of hip-hop (no not that Cowboy). i was introduced to Buck 65 in 2002 on my first visit to vancouver. i was pretty impressed, but his stuff proved pretty hard to track down when i got back to the states. nowadays he is popping up here and there (although, signing to Warner couldn't have hurt) and has a nicely established web presence. so go buy his new album, seriously. . . you won't be sorry. if you're going to support artists, why not make it a really talented and very deserving one?

• Buck 65 - Wicked And Weird (psssst. . . there's banjo in there!)

go here to stream tracks from his new album.

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drawing by kyle.

another great opening/show at my friends gallery/store (of handmade good things) in williamsburg.

I Find You:
a gathering of drawings by Cinders
Opening on Friday, February 11th 2005, 7-11pm
Runs Thru March 6th

I Find You is a group show celebrating the age-old artist activity of drawing. In a time when the world is growing more virtual and digital by the second, traces of the unsteady human hand are vastly becoming extinct and resolutely, they feel all the more vital right now. Those squiggly lines can sometimes reveal emotion with a warmth that differs from the coldness inherit in technology. Cinders Gallery is driven to help keep the importance of the handmade relevant in the public eye. I Find You is one testimonial containing drawings from a community of artists that breach a variety of facets of the human condition. All of the drawings allude to a story and most embrace a child-like aesthetic. The work ranges from Souther Salazar's fantastical, enveloping, intricate worlds of play to Diane Barcelowsky's subtle disturbing scenarios to Royal Art Lodge's clever juxtaposition between image and text to Kyle Field's depiction of tender and sad moments.

Featuring :
Anders Nilsen, Stephanie Hutin, Flo Zavala, Aron Wahl, Jen Kelly, Lauren Luloff, Royal Art Lodge, Jason McClean, Jeff Holiday, Allyson Mellberg, Jeremy Taylor, Chris Pearce, Frankie Martin, Matt Furie, Souther Salazar, Kelie Bowman, Ron Rege Jr, Andrew Jeffrey Wright, George Ferrandi, Tunde Adebimpe, Sto, Alex Barry, Mark Delong, Diane Barcelowsky, Rob Halverson, Kyle Field, Logan MacDonald, Summer Deaver, Mike Geary, Johnerick Lawson, and Suzy Coady.

103 Havemeyer st.
btwn Grand and Hope st.
Williamsburg Brooklyn
Hours: Weds-Fri 2pm-9pm, Sat & Sun Noon-9pm

* After party at M (basement) down the street on Havemeyer. Porkchop from Black Label will be DJ-ing.



damn that ODB from yesterday is good. . . i've been listening to it all day/night. so as not to let the ball drop, here are 2 tracks off the somewhat new Diplo album, "Florida." it is a LOT more mellow than previous Diplo/Hollertronix efforts. more natural ambience, more contemplation, more chill (more DJ Shadow, gotta say it). the tracks i'm posting are two of the select few that actually feature vocals (by Sandra Melody, Jamaica's Vybz/Vibez Cartel and Brazil's Pantera Os Danadinhos in the first track; and the Brit Martina Topley-Bird on "Into The Sun"). so admittedly, they are probably not a good representation of the album as a whole (but that's just more incentive to go buy it, now isn't it?). if murky swamps were comfortable to relax in, this is what they'd sound like.

• Diplo - Diplo Rhythm

• Diplo - Into The Sun

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okay, this is one of the most interesting things i have seen in a long time, a blog from a girl living in Iraq. i think this should be required reading for every single american.

"Rap Snacks" nothin'. . . how about Dead Rapper Pez Dispensers? yes, i did just say that.

and apparently now the "blood is the new black" girl (see previous post for history) is up to the level of an mtv music video short.

Fischerspooner dropped the ball with their new video, sorry guys, this one ain't gonna be showin' at Deitch. (via Them Finest)



Ol' Dirty Bastard. . . i would dare say that he defined "crazy m-f'er." unfortunately he died in november (white lines. . . don't do it). my brooklyn college experience will forever be cemented in his music blasting at crazy-hot-dirty-sweaty-crowded-spilling-out-the-door booty-dance-parties in tiny little shit apartments that were perfect since they were trashed to begin with. his first posthumous release is "Osirus". it's just what you would hope for and expect. . . now when is that Pez guy gonna get on the ODB Pez head?

• Ol' Dirty Bastard - Dirty Dirty

• Ol' Dirty Bastard - Rahzel Skit 2

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my cover from this Mixtrade thing i participated in. i'm still waiting on the mixes i am supposed to receive, though. . .

man, some people try so hard. and some people try even harder. i guess that has to count for something, right? the new digital path to anonymous immortality?

and this is probably not of interest to anyone, but i had the weirdest experience last night with car trouble, a tow truck guy, and a bum that couldn't decide if he was helping us, asking for money (to get on the Long Island railroad, no less), or trying to sell us this HUGE black tarp that was spilling out of his ghetto cart. it doesn't sound that unusual, but it just was. i think mainly due to the fact that none of the players acted the way you would expect, and that the bum was really good with cars, and possibly the most polite person who has ever asked me for anything. . . just when you think you've got it down, brooklyn throws you a curve just to let you know who's in charge. gotta love it.



does picking up a free cd from the Vice store count as sponsorship? i didn't think so either. High On Fire might not be Mastodon (responsible for "Leviathan," probably one of the biggest metal albums to happen in the past decade), however the two bands do happen to be buddies. . . and this track has got plenty of burnin'-fingertipped guitar to go around.

• High On Fire - Devilution (shhhhh, your ears are bleeding.)

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above photo of Mr. Johnny from The S.T.R.E.E.T.S. (Skating Totally Rules Everything Else Totally Sucks) performing at the last show at The Cobalt in vancouver, b.c.

man, i am not good at selling things on ebay.

this is interesting, The Database of Corporate Commands.



so today is canadian day. here are two serious bands hailing from paradise on earth, vancouver b.c. both bands are on Jagjaguwar in the US. i was lucky enough to see The Pink Mountaintops play this summer in vancouver. almost-naked guys with tambourines are always a good time. Pink Mountaintops is really Stephen McBean, he reaches into the murk of Black Mountain to draw out some help executing his songs "conceived at dawn, while high on a mix of trucker speed and Red Bull, and while sailing down a Colorado highway on route to Denver as the last decent Floyd record played on the cassette deck." so, for obvious reasons, if you look closely you will notice some in-breeding between the two bands. and appropriately so, as both touch on the psychedelic side of intense rock.

that lil' music scene in vancouver is pretty intense. . . you have these two bands, plus other gems like S.T.R.E.E.T.S. (can't believe i haven't posted something of theirs yet), The Organ, Radio Berlin, and more. and again i have to ask myself, why don't i live there again? oh yeah, i'm not canadian (yet). hey Tegan & Sara, either of you guys looking for a green card? i can clean and build stuff, really.

• Black Mountain - Druganaut

• The Pink Mountaintops - Rock 'n Roll Fantasy

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flyer by Blacken, probably.

so there's this party, i hear it's pretty good. one of my friends from Black Label djs there, and he is amazing. it's put on by this guy from Blacken who i've seen around Black Label events. probably not for the feign of heart, or the fancily-dressed. but if you're one of the folk who knows that to have fun you have to get up and shake some ass, then this just might be your cup of tea.



man, i'm having a hard time choosing lately, got some fresh canadian goodness (Black Mountain, Pink Mountaintops), more Crooked Fingers, some good-times baltimore business (Double Dagger), and a track from the Raincoats that is just pure love (see the previous Kills post for another example of said love). however, in conjunction with today's post, here is the most appropriate track i had handy. Avenue D's "Do I Look Like A Slut?" i'm not afraid of electroclash!! are you?!

• Avenue D - Do I Look Like A Slut? (NPS! ie. Not Prude Safe)

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painting by Joseph Griffith.

Steve Perry, former lead singer of Journey, as Robocop. no joke. really.

this is funny, a letter from the NFL to Paul McCartney (written by Tim Carvell, a writer for "The Daily Show") in regards to his performance during this year's Super Bowl Half-time show. thanks to Stereogum for sharin' the fun.

and i just was thoroughly entertained by watching the new and typically terrible Lindsay Lohan video on mute while listening the the Dead Kennedys "Too Drunk To Fuck." i'm not sure why though, but it was kinda funny and weird. . . maybe you had to be there.

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so i was lookin' for somethin' and then i found somethin' else. M.I.A. and Diplo's recent album "Piracy Funds Terrorism," in it's entirety. brought to you by the good folk over at mcsleazy. and if you are like me, you're not going to the M.I.A./Diplo/Catchdubs show on saturday cause you're poor and can't afford the ridiculous prices scalpers are charging. consider this a consolation prize.

• M.I.A. + Diplo - Piracy Funds Terrorism (complete album)

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this is what fun looks like.



so today a little something different. a friend of mine from high school sent me these two mixes he's made recently. i really enjoyed each one. they have a great balance and coherency, pretty damn impeccable. . . even if the feeling of each is polar-opposite. i could see driving cross-country with each mix, one for the hot, dusty daytime, one for the cool, serene nighttime. follow the links below to the indexes of each. the "titles" are my own suggestion, so call them whatever you want. and if you haven't already, check out Site Sucker. it makes grabbing indexes easy (just drag-n-download).

• Nick's Rock Mix (a lot of good classic tracks together, mixed with a smattering of a few obscurities as well.)

• Nick's Spacey Mix (orchestral and electronic pushing the plow directly into ambient. not all unfamiliar, but i wasn't listening to much Ryuichi Sakamoto before this.)

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so Kyp Malone from TV On The Radio has his own solo project called Black Lights. they played with OCS (John Dwyer from Coachwhips), Lichens and Kim & Matt at Todd P.'s new space on saturday. all the sets were great, even if the last one kinda put me to sleep. Kim & Matt are officially the happiest band in nyc, but not in an annoying way. it was a great show, even if the bathrooms were just pots to piss in surrounded by garbage bag curtains.



i really liked Wes Anderson's "The Life Aquatic." he really took it to the next level for me with transition scenes where this guy strums away singing David Bowie songs in portuguese. that guy is Seu Jorge, and apparently he had a tendency to make up his own lyrics during filming, which no one noticed at the time because i guess there weren't a lot of portuguese speakers present. anyone who will not only f*ck around on a big budget film but also doesn't mind messin' with Bowie. . . they have got my attention. here are my favorite two covers he does from "The Life Aquatic" soundtrack.

• Seu Jorge - Life On Mars

• Seu Jorge - Rebel Rebel

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