September 22, 09

Long time no see.

I was always the type of person who took her holidays seriously ;)

Summer is the best season for me, by far, and one should not wonder why. Forget the brown skin color, the sea shaded eyes, the bleached sun hair, or the light clothes one wears, its in the sky, in the air, the sense of freedom, the utter feeling of belonging to something greater that your little Ljubljana apartment.
It is the travel, the journey to the unknown which was never as welcoming as it was back then, the new people, the forgotten old patterns, the light kisses, the pointless flings, falling in love with summer over and over again, like awakened ancient feelings about your long lost lover, "the one that got away".

But with summer, you know its going to be back. Again and again. In 7 months it will welcome me in its warm yet light embrace, and I will confront it the same way I always do, but yet still differently every time.


There was Moscow, there was lack of internet connection, then Bosna, then Ljubljana drinking nights, but now its September, and its time to get serious.

So I am back, serious as ever, fighting for some unknown cause, the patriot of nothing, hoping to get anywhere but here.

Lets hear it!


photo by KK

Don't Panic

The Don't Panic Pack is a unique free publication found in carefully selected independent shops, bars, universities and art spaces. Also distributed outside alternative music events and launch parties, it contains all sorts of arts and culture goodies and information for cities all around the world with the emphasis on design and the future of our planet.

At the heart of the pack find the Don't Panic Poster where a rotation of established and unknown, up and coming artists design around an issue that affects culture across the world. On this site find an interactive online magazine to further explore the issue raised on the poster where you can contribute to the debate with text, graphic design, illustration, photography, animation, music and film for all to see.


So, don't be a prick and vote for my Feminism poster!

Ha!

"If you are going to drive much," yelled the cop, "I'd have the car painted red on one side and blue on the other, so the witnesses will contradict each other."

Billy Rose, from "Wine, Women and Words".

OPEN!

Yes yes, that is right - I am open.

Open for new experiences, of course.

And as I gulp my ice tea, and nervously pull out yet another cigarette with my shaking hand, switch it on, pull a drag and ash all over my new keyboard, I type in only three words.

London and New York.
Exhibition.

photo: Random!

In the Office

I have been utterly disgusting, I know.

3 weeks is a long time, but you must excuse me, for I have been working like little Heidi on the farm, milking cows and what not.

What can I say: Blogorola pilot is done, and I am a happy happy camper.


And what is more to it... KN SUB SUB Party is ON! 26th of June is the lucky date.

WHAAAAA!!!

Matthew Herbert Makes Me Whistle

He sure does, especially when he writes about...

that sound

the term 'found sound' is no longer sufficient. it suggests a curious and whimsical listener, adrift in a foreign world and with a merely passive mind to accompany the engaged ear. 'that sound' would be more appropriate to the precision and principle of the pursuit.

my work is no longer about 'finding' sound. it is about recording specific sound. i have stopped being interested in the sound of any door closing, but am now interested in listening to the door of number 10 downing street closing. i am no longer interested in recording the sound of someone eating an apple, i want to hear the sound of hillary benn mp eating a british organic michalemas red apple, in season, standing in the office of the head fruit buyer for tescos.

when it comes to recording musicians, i am interested in applying the same principle. i am less interested hearing a musician playing a piece about the sponsorship of conflict by the west in a recording studio than next to the israeli-built wall in the occupied territories.

music doesn't only have to yearn to be stubbornly separate from political and social forces. it isn't only a universal language. it has it's own dialects. it speaks in regional accents.

i don't wish to just be a passive consumer of the human experience.
i don't want music to be dismembered from the body it sings from.

photo: Matthew Herbert by Antony Crossfield

text viaw ww.matthewherbert.com

It is All About the Hype

And no, not really.

First thing's first- we all must agree that human beings are the excquisite machinery to be manipulated into doing whatever, drinking whatever, wearing whatever, and listening to whatever. And do not even get me started that we mostly go to where our friends go to.

And this is normal- everybody wishes to belong somewhere, whether family or friends, one always wishes to be a part of a limited club where one is a VIP member.

Contemporary music industry abuses this very fact to the holes- forget the music talent, nowadays it is all about using the right symbolism and placing the band in a space where they function best. There is no one to blame for this, really- we all now realize that the contemporary society is just too much ahead of themselves when it comes to the visual language, but hence such facts go hand in hand, we are therefore much more retarded in the notion of verbal and emotional language. Surprised? You should not be.

Our grandparents smoked, because their icons did so, and we wear what we wear because someone told us so, hid this message in between the lines, and fed us this notion, like a pill of tranquilizers pushed into a fat piece of chicken salami to a dog.

But here is the real question - to smartly use, or to abuse?

You tell me.