The Watermeloning – Halloween Special Redux


I posted this before but it’s Halloween so I thought the world was ready to re-experience the horror….

https://vimeo.com/48089957

Oh Dripping maw of meaty red
Do not look in that cave of dread
We Ope’d the Fruit
And so it bled.
Oh Dreaded Fruit of Rotten Red.

https://thesleepcoatleague.wordpress.com/2013/02/01/the-watermeloning/

Sleep with the light…

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The Watermeloning – Halloween Special Redux


I posted this before but it’s Halloween so I thought the world was ready to re-experience the horror….

https://vimeo.com/48089957

Oh Dripping maw of meaty red
Do not look in that cave of dread
We Ope’d the Fruit
And so it bled.
Oh Dreaded Fruit of Rotten Red.

https://thesleepcoatleague.wordpress.com/2013/02/01/the-watermeloning/

Sleep with the light…

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The Watermeloning – Halloween Special Redux


I posted this before but it’s Halloween so I thought the world was ready to re-experience the horror….

Oh Dripping maw of meaty red
Do not look in that cave of dread
We Ope’d the Fruit
And so it bled.
Oh Dreaded Fruit of Rotten Red.

Sleep with the light on tonight…

Mwahahahahahahaha. etc.

Defeat The Silence – You Turn If You Want To.


I feel that these songs go together.

See if you agree.

Immortal Technique –

The Pogues –

So there.

Defeat The Silence – Bring Out The Beast.


If you have a spare 38 minutes and 20 seconds I recommend you spending it with this album:

My Baroness Thatcher related post for the day.

Trying to keep everything as opaque as possible.

Is it Tuesday already?

Culture of Illusion – Power and Persuasion.


I think you can bear to watch over an hour and a half of Noam Chomsky talking.

If for nothing other than this quote:

“It’s normal for public opinion to be disregarded. That’s what we call democracy.”

This is the prologue to an exhibition that is taking place at The British Library called

Propaganda: Power and Persuasion

17 May – 17 September 2013

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Your Country Needs You To CLICK ON MY FACE!

Go and see it if you get a chance.

Shameless Plug – Beyond The Mountains.


My brother is currently making a feature documentary.

This is the trailer:

(source: Beyond The Mountains)

I just think it looks pretty wonderful and it is going to be amazing so I felt that I would share it. If I didn’t like it I would have probably pretended that the internet had broken or my blog didn’t work any more.

I hope you all enjoy it.

Give him money by clicking on the words below and then he will give you things in return:

[SUPPORT THE FILM]

I told you it was a Shameless Plug.

I told you in the title of the post.

You should not have been so surprised.

Defeat The Silence – Arthur C. Clarke Remembered.


Goodnight and/or Good Morning:

Somebody somewhere is sleeping now.

If you are reading this then it isn’t you.

This has nothing to do with Arthur C. Clarke.

Defeat The Silence – Go To The Library.


Frank Zappa died in 1993.

Composer, iconoclast, mainstream counter-cultural icon.

From Beginnings to Endings he maintained a concrete sense of his public persona.

See here one of his first public appearances in which he plays the bicycle on national television. It’s a long clip but it’s worth watching in its entirety. There are many things to be enjoyed – The patronizing host Steve Allen, the charming Zappa taking the artifice of television in his stride and some excellent bicycle musicianship.

In the interview he mentions that his first job is the composer of the score to the film The World’s Greatest Sinner. I include, for the sake of completeness, the trailer and also a musical sequence for that film.

CLICK ME FOR THE TRAILER, SINNER!
CLICK ME FOR THE TRAILER, SINNER!

Here is some of the music:

We rejoin Mr. Zappa several years later when this, now successful artist, appears on What’s My Line? Not as surreal as Salvador Dali’s appearance because Zappa was as much a part of the pop culture that he often critiqued, yet still a wonderful collision between the nominally “dangerous” world of rock music and the formal structures and polite exchanges of a light entertainment show.

Years later, here we can see him owning the Arena when he appears on the discussion show Crossfire:

This next clip is the one that started me on this current Zappa Journey. A rare glimpse of the truth of the music industry from one who had the eloquence and the experience to talk about it. Still relevant today, even as the Industry struggles to remain afloat in a world of piracy and self-starters.

Then finally, his final interview, talking about the composer Nicolas Slonimsky and how well dressed he was:

How many millions of moments existed between the ones that I happened to pick, pretty much at random, where he loved, cried, sang, lived, laughed?

A lot of moments.

A human life is so many things.

Let us not end sadly though. Let us end gladly and with this upbeat sentiment:

I hope that this gives you a flavour of the man and a desire to explore his work further.

Defeat The Silence – Inappropriate for Sleeping.


It’s nearly bed time. Have you done anything worthwhile with your day?

Have you changed anything?

Do not worry. There is always tomorrow.

Tomorrow there will be opportunities for you to do what you want.

It’s not failure, it’s success delayed.

Defeat The Silence – Imagination Will Set You Free.


It’s Tuesday. You need a hamster battling foes in your life. You need a hamster battling foes as The Octopus Project provide a high energy burst of theramin fuelled music in your life.

Run to this music! Run far away and take your dreams with you! Nurture them as you rail against everything that spoils your day!

Too many exclamations!

Defeat The Silence – Salute the Jug Band.


13th Floor Elevators full of anger, rage, passion and, not only sterling work on the jug but also, a stonking harmonica solo.

Rock. The Fuck. Out.

Culture of Illusion – All this Desert needs is a Fucking Massive Iceberg.


I have seen this commercial so many times that I think I may have become a little obsessed with it. I have nothing else to do but to share it with you and then you can draw your own conclusions from my commentary on the script, below:

Eager Young Surveyor: (slightly desperately) If we could supply fresh water, this really would be the perfect location for the new town.

Yes, but the likelihood of supplying freshwater to what appears to be a massive fucking desert looks, at best, a fools quest. If you’re planning to do this via iceberg rather than the more traditional means of irrigation or river redirection then we’re in a whole new Arena of Lunacy. Let’s see what else this commercial has to offer.

Sea Captain: (optimistically) If we harness the power of the ocean currents we can reduce fuel consumption.

This Sea Captain is drunk. Look at his rhuemy eyes. He has no idea what he is talking about. He may as well claim that a race of giant undersea mermaids could tow his ship into port before feeding him and his crew all the succulent sweat meats that imagination can conjure up. He is on his third bottle of whiskey of the morning.

Gentleman on dock: (with glazed dead eyes) If we make this cable twice as thick, it could tow up to 7 million tons.

This man has nothing to do with the commercial. He merely leaped in front of the camera and spoke admiringly of a fictionally larger piece of cable than the one the other man is holding. Why does he have to be critical of my thick cable, the taller out of focus man is thinking. I worked really hard on this cable. This cable that I made can tow 3.5 million tons. Is that not enough for you? Who are you anyway? Get this man off my set! Cut!

VO:
Using their 3DExperience platform, Dassault Systèmes led a team of glaciologists and engineers to prove Georges Mougin‘s dream of transporting icebergs, could become reality.

Okay, so George Mougin seems to be of questionable sanity.

VO:
It takes a special kind of compass to explore the world’s future possibilities.

It also takes a special kind of lunatic to get together a group of willing participants, harness an iceberg to a boat and then attempt to transport it TO THE DESERT – TRANSPORT AN ICEBERG TO THE DESERT. Also, what is so special about this compass? Is it a magic compass? Will it help you find Hogwarts or Neverneverland? No, it will make you delusional and set into motion an insane plan that will start with you trying to pull an iceberg into the desert by boat and end with you naked, wretched, raving in the desert with only your twisted memories of childhood and the half-eaten remains of your colleagues for company.

VO/Caption:
DASSAULT SYSTÈMES. If we ask the right questions we can change the world.

The right question in this case seems to be – an iceberg in the fucking desert? You have to be fucking kidding me? You’re not. Oh. Well sign me up then.

Here ends the Cautionary Tale of the Cursed Compass.

Defeat The Silence – General Zod Playlist.


This:

And This:

Inspired this:

Sort of.

Thank you Alex.

There is only one person in the world for whom this makes any sense.

Regardless of this exclusive club of two, to which none of you belong, I hope that enjoyment will be found in the seemingly random juxtaposition of these short clips from Superman II and this fine playlist.

Yes, I wrote “seemingly”.

Ponder on the myriad levels as you end your work week.

So many levels.

Enjoy Friday and the weekend.

Culture of Illusion – Gloriously Weird.


One of my favourite sites to peruse is Open Culture.

This video popped up today.

It makes no sense to me but it makes no sense in a lovely distracting way.

http://vimeo.com/61899470

There is always something to love about Yoko Ono and this is just one more thing. The fact that what this video really is is a commercial for a new range of clothing from Open Ceremony is, I think, probably forgiveable. It is forgiveable isn’t it?

Oh no, wait, in the course of typing I have changed my mind. What we have here is another sandwich board. Why must they always be sandwich boards? I suppose artists need to live and eat and pay mortgages too.

And yet…

Yet maybe there is more to the all too common Company/Artist relationship this time. The designs are so odd perhaps they are subversive. Maybe Yoko Ono is having the last laugh. Maybe she is making unwearable anti-style clothing and taking the money and running off to do some more wonderful and infuriating performance art.

This may be a big fuck you to fashion, to men, to women, to commerce, to herself.

Or it may just be exactly what it looks like – an artist being employed by a company to express an idea through a medium that, generally, reeks of commerce and compromise.

I especially love the hand prints on the crotch region.

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I would not look good in this.

All art is pornography. Someone very clever once said that somewhere once…

That is all I have to say about this thing.

What a great world we live in.

[sources: Open Culture and Vimeo]

Culture of Illusion – We Are Not Free.


Let’s forget the depressing sentiment of the title of this post for a while and embrace  the idea we are free by listening to this song by The Soup Dragons:

Don’t Be Afraid of Your Freedom.

Culture of Illusion – Hungry for Love.


Samantha Fox, the British pin-up girl of the 1980’s and, therefore, of my burgeoning sexuality, had a very short lived musical career.

She is mainly famous for this:

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I have tried to make this picture family suitable. I apologize to all who have to witness this photograph but I wanted to show those who were not familiar with Sam Fox where her fame stemmed from.

It was not her love of rubber ducks.

Her biggest hit was this:

Once you have enjoyed that beautiful piece of pop I recommend that you then listen to this beautiful cover version by The Lost Fingers.

I am not not sure whether I created this post to show the weird picture of Sam Fox holding two rubber ducks or to introduce everyone to a lovely cover version of her one hit pop song.

That is all.

Goodnight all of the people.

Appetite for Distraction – Just Love.


A friend shared this video with me this morning.

So I thought I would share it here.

Marina Abramovic and Ulay started an intense love story in the 70s, performing art out of the van they lived in. When they felt the relationship had run its course, they decided to walk the Great Wall of China, each from one end, meeting for one last big hug in the middle and never seeing each other again.

Justin Fox, Zen Garage

[Courtesy of Zen Garage.]

They met again in 2010.

It is beautiful.

I have watched it three times already.

I have cried three times already.

But in a good way.

Culture of Illusion – These Ideas Are Almost Certainly Wrong.


Immanuel Velikovsky was a psychiatrist and scholar with many theories about the formation of the world and The Solar System. One of his most controversial theories was that Venus was an expelled part of Jupiter.

He was vilified and castigated by the mainstream science community.

The great Carl Sagan argues here that the worst aspects about this whole affair were:

That some scientists attempted to suppress Velikovsky’s ideas.

As he says:

Science is a self-correcting process.

It is easy to see how ludicrous Velikovsky’s ideas are now but

The suppression of ideas may be common in religion or in politics but it is not the path to knowledge.

Would that there were more like Carl Sagan.

I share this simply because it is a good way to approach the world. With a rigorous spirit of intellectual curiosity willing to interrogate each and every idea. To dismiss them when they are found to be unsupportable. To embrace them when they are built on the firm foundations of observation and the scientific method.

That is all.

Culture of Illusion – Splendid Cameos #3


Yes, this is a thing that is really happening.

Yes, you are viewing it.

You are viewing it with your eyes.

WITH YOUR EYES.

Neither can you unview it.

Nor should you non-view it.

That you should want to makes you Suspect.

Embrace this Cultural Collision.

Culture of Illusion – Do French Women Masturbate?


I ask this very rude and coarse question simply because the premise of this rather amusing video seems to rest on that very fact:

Perhaps they do and they just never tell the French Men.

Perhaps they are angry that their own sexual needs are never considered.

Perhaps they are irritated that they are seen as little more than objects to be used to satisfy the relentless lusting of men.

Perhaps they are sick of being treated like second class citizens.

Perhaps the mythical love making of the Frenchman is just that, a myth.

Perhaps. Perhaps. Perhaps.

Oh wait, this is probably all women and all men throughout all Time.

You don’t need to tell me.

It is really none of my business.

Appetite for Distraction – Just Because.


It’s night time where I am and A Tribe Called Quest popped into my mind.

Here:

After this has got you in the mood there is the splendid documentary about these fine gentlemen directed by Michael Rapaport. He is better known as an actor. He is a good director of this documentary.

He is also a fan of The Tribe.

The A Tribe?

A Tribe?

I have provided the official link. You know the internet well if you want to do something illegal but I warned you. I warned you something bad would happen!

I also told the police that you’re downloading it illegally.

Enjoy everything.

Appetite for Distraction – Black Hole Fun.


I have just heard of these gentlemen on, of all places, the English language version of the news channel France24.

Thank you France24.

Merci beacoup.

They Rock.

Culture of Illusion – Thoroeauly Confusing.


Walden: The Video Game. Living deliberatelly virtually – feeling the fan blow stale air around your room as you hunch before glowing screen, back aching, eyes straining, soul dying. It’s exactly what Thoreau was talking about. What could be better to teach children, who are already not getting enough contact with the terrifying reality of nature, than condensing the meaning of Walden and then coding it into a virtual world so that they can enjoy it from the safety of their squalid condominiums? Everything could be better than that. Beating them to death with a paperback copy of the book would be better than that.

“When I wrote the following pages, or rather the bulk of them, I lived with my parents, in their basement, a mile from the nearest Dave and Busters, in a house which I did not own, on the shore of my own self-loathing, and earned my living by the answering online questionnaires.”

It would be a reasonable thing to assume that the above, a butchering of the opening sentence of Walden; or, Life in the Woods, would have been the real opening sentence if Mr. Thoreau had, instead of living in the, admittedly faux, wilderness for a year, had remained indoors, in an energy saving light bulb lit room, playing this video game.

How is it possible to approach the notion of living deliberately that Thoreau espoused by playing a video game? My short answer is that it’s not.

It is however hilarious bullshit, pleasure excuse my earthy language, and brings to mind this wonderful comic below, written by the inestimable Grant Snider:

LIFE IN THE WOODS
[incidental comics by Grant Snider]

Living deliberately is difficult and worthwhile. Yet even as we attempt to embrace nature we crush it. Even as we try and escape and control nature we lose our essential selves. The Slow Suicide of the Human Race. Happy days, folks!

Culture of Illusion – Jon Bon Goat.


“The creatures outside looked from goat to Jovi, and from Jovi to goat, and from goat to Jovi again; but already it was impossible to say which was which.”

Culture of Illusion – Hat Oscar.


And the award for best hat goes to Bette Davis. I bet she was thinking, “I’m going to be the only memorable thing about this Oscar ceremony even if it means I have to wear this beglittered silver swimming cap.” I bet that’s what she was thinking. That is the mark of a true Star. It takes a lot to steal the stage from Marlon Brando. Legend.

Culture of Illusion – Yabba dabba don’t.


Culture of Illusion – Yabba dabba don’t.

Before the Flintsones and the Rubbles were sandwich boards for breakfast cereals and chewable vitamins they trod a more morally suspect path:

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Culture of Illusion – Yabba dabba don’t.


Culture of Illusion – Yabba dabba don’t.

Before the Flintsones and the Rubbles were sandwich boards for breakfast cereals and chewable vitamins they trod a more morally suspect path:

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Culture of Illusion (UK Remix) – At 8 minutes and 50 seconds the soul can be seen to leave the body.


Ian McNabb was relatively famous in the UK in the 80s. Here is the song that he is most famous for:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HmPW2kTJao?feature=oembed&w=540&h=405]

But what happens after the light has dimmed, and the fans stop chanting…

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Culture of Illusion (UK Remix) – At 8 minutes and 50 seconds the soul can be seen to leave the body.


Ian McNabb was relatively famous in the UK in the 80s. Here is the song that he is most famous for:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6HmPW2kTJao?feature=oembed&w=540&h=405]

But what happens after the light has dimmed, and the fans stop chanting…

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Culture of Illusion – Yabba dabba don’t.


Before the Flintsones and the Rubbles were sandwich boards for breakfast cereals and chewable vitamins they trod a more morally suspect path:

Made in a time when cigarettes were the breath mint of the day. A breath mint that made your mouth stink like a steaming, week old, corpse.

Culture of Illusion (UK Remix) – At 8 minutes and 50 seconds the soul can be seen to leave the body.


Ian McNabb was relatively famous in the UK in the 80s. Here is the song that he is most famous for:

But what happens after the light has dimmed, and the fans stop chanting your name, as you wait in the wings to jump up onto the stage?

This, this is what happens. So it will go for us all. Boiled slowly like a frog in a bowl and smiling and accepting it as we get made into soup at the service of the machine that has forgotten us long ago:

 

This is a brilliant piece of film-making about the nature of celebrity and what happens after the people forget their gods.

Culture of Illusion – That word and that word is that sound there.


 

This is a beautiful thing that says something wonderful and interesting about how culture and location define how differently we can perceive things as basic as the noises of animals and how myriad are the ways of interpreting the world that we live in.

All hail the glorious kalaediscope of humanity and the multiplicity of possible interpretions for a thing that we think often has only one way of being defined

(takes breath)

I am sure there is a useful and important lesson about how we act towards one another and ourselves that can be gleaned from this knowledge. I am sure.

 

Culture of Illusion – In our scabby underwear, lit with neon glow, we shamble from crib to fridge to grave.


This new google glasses promo is full of beautiful people doing beautiful things. When these skillfully designed spectacles enter the marketplace to be grabbed by our grubby prole hands we will not be hang-gliding, ballet dancing or ice-sculpting.

We* will be:

– in our underwear.
– masturbating.
– being fired.
– getting lost.
– dropping them in the toilet.
– leaving them on the metro.
– being spurned by a lover.
– going to the toilet.
– dying.

It’s a brilliant idea although we should hold out for the day when google inject an implant into our frontal lobe and jolt us with addictive electricity every time we have a unique thought; that they get to own and market until the End of Time. Mmmmm sweet neural nectar.

*By “we” I mean “I”. I will be doing these things. All of these things. At the same time.

It is glorious to be living in the future.

Appetite for Distraction – The Final Moments after the Door to the End has been Opened.


Hear me knocking at the door
Soft shoed footfalls on the floor
Blinding angels distant seen
The sun, through clouds, spears out between.

Appetite for Distraction – The Endless Shore.


The Totem lashed upon the shore,
By lapping Sea of Evermore.
The glinting sun did sparkle bright
On lonely shore
Of Never Night.

Culture of Illusion (UK Remix) – Poly Folly, Doodle All Gay.


Meanwhile back in The Sceptered Isle… In a rather bizarre attempt to scare everyone about the notion of gay marriage this nice lady seems to be arguing in favour of polygamy and polyamory. Now I am sure that this is not her intention but perhaps this is my mistake and I am actually experiencing a very daring and edgy piece of performance art. You be the judge. Maybe, on her part, it is a desperate cry for a more just and equal world.

Culture of Illusion – Yet Another Reason to Keep Funding Sesame Street.


If only all things were as delightful as this thing. It is also further proof, if any were needed, that Sesame Street is an incisive cultural bellwether. Our lives would be a lot poorer if it were to pass.