Today, I will Stream of Consciousness post all day for my fiend Russell’s benefit & thought that others may like to see one side of our conversation in progress …
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JR, I can’t believe they allowed you to bring your computron with you. Is this some sort of spa experience that you were ashamed to be honest about? & what does it say about our friendship that you feel you would make more cool points with me by being at the Unlearning A Lifetime of Fun Program rather than by being at Canyon Hills Resting Spa Quarry for Lovely Ladies & Gentlemen? I mean, you are correct, but that is beside the point. Let’s make the most of it…S
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“This brief introductory letter may come to you as a big surprise, but I believe it is only a day that people meet and become great friends and business partners.” – spam
Cherry [my pet tortoise] is very much like my daughter; I’m very close with her. I’ve had her eight years. She’s not the brightest, but she knows me and we cuddle. – Ron Jeremy
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Don’t even tell me we’re not going to rock! just help me build a playlist for a SLUDGE NIGHT. (ps we get to see these lovely ladies next week here in chgo, you should be jealous, mmhmm):
THE PACK A.D. (chgo readers contact me directly if you would like to go with, show is next monday night july 27 at that weird place across from tuman’s)
also I just loaded a crapload of photos onto my flickr page. but really, go read the gosh darned newsletter first. http://www.flickr.com/photos/hollohulo/
KH has advice that we should all follow, but from my outpost here in the outback I feel it’s better to wait and still be shy. To my 12-year-old self, I tousle the hair and mutter, “sorry, man, it never gets easier.” To my 80-year-old self, I stretch a little and say, “don’t worry, I’ll still make room for making memories and falling on my ass. just not this week.”
The exhibition opened last night with some fanfare. I’ll post videos tomorrow, as I’m unable to hear anything but the bands playing below me at the space I’m staying at. A benefit for this radio station in Sydney, which will give you $50,000 Australian dollars if you convince that Virgin Airlines guy to give them $1 million Australian dollars. Sounds simple to me. In passing at the afterparty last night, this guy was talking about getting approached by a dude outside a bar who said “Hey man, do you have $5000 to spare?” Broke the ice, I guess, and the guy and the dude ended up hanging out together in the bar for the evening. This made me think of two things — first, what would the dude do if someone ever handed him $5000? Second, if you’re someone who has either my or Al Parker’s fantasy life, the story would have turned out much differently.
On Parker — I’m reading that biography, Clone, which was a Free Store pick up from this last round and something I thought might be helpful in case I was seated next to a long-winded conversationalist on the airplane over here. Never happened, so I finally got to start the book today while taking a much-needed cop a squat at a playground near the exhibition space. I was kind of nervous about reading the authorized biography of America’s first gay porn superstar near a playground, so I covered the cover with my hands flat as I read. I don’t think anyone, even the lady with the two Cavelier King Charles Spaniels with matching sweaters, noticed. (& on that — does this remind you of this? Me too.)
Big (but not that crazy) news. We got contacted by the artists of the original sculpture, we think. Someone with their email address filled out the response form. This doesn’t necessarily mean it’s them – you can easily spoof an IP address or email on those things. I’m telling you this because when we upload this email to the website, as we do all responses that come in, well, you’ll be the definition of bemused. It ends in an insult, which created this conversation: “Do they say ‘wankers’ in America?” “Some people do, but we prefer jagoff.” Oh, the discourse of public art!
Rife with ideas from this exhibition and thinking a lot about the place of nostalgia and memory and personal history in gentrification. These questions came up a few times for me today while listening to talks from Brenda Croft and Jakob Jakobsen, fellow artists in “There Goes The Neighbourhood”.
Oh, & I’ve listened to this song 22 times in the last week or so:
I’ve been too busy lately to poop out all kinds of uninformed nonsense here, but I will say:
The internet-based counters that supposedly keep track of my “listening habits” could never really get it right. My ears have been filled with the following all week:
“Into My Arms”, about 1 minute worth (by Nick Cave & a piano),
followed by as many versions of “Tin Soldier” by Small Faces as I can find on vinyl & web video (see previous post),
with a healthy dose of beeps and honks of Is It Spring Yet drivers,
sprinkled with a liberal dash of Pugs (or any other furry cute domesticated animal) Making Sounds With Their Mouths videos
boiling in an undercurrent of Hollohulo stomach-based belching.
Also I will need to throw a record playing party soon. Life is complicated & records are not.
