“It is a peculiarity of thought that it never remains by itself, but always digresses to other things. The thought is the point to which I should stick, but it is the nature of this point, not to be able to stick to it. Thinking is a thing full of contradictions, a dialect secret.”(Joseph Dietzgen, ‘Letters on logic’, II, 1880-1883, in Art, Class & Cleavage: Quantulumcunque Concerning Material Esthetix, Ben Watson 1998)
Brazen crass self-promotion at best. Poorly written and thought through cultural critique at worst. Subject to revision at any time.
I Digress Indeed has released three new albums on the Imaginary Nihilism label, Boring, Tedious & Banal, iPad Recordings Vol 1, 2 & 3.
I have no respect for the words spiritual or god…none.
They are two of the most vacuous words to have ever been uttered and so many of the people who use them, I have found upon much reflection, do not deserve my respect. This is not necessarily true of all. Read more… “EMPTINESS”
It was not for nothing that Evil Dick used to call his label Polemic Music. This delusion that “good music” hovers above us sordid social animals like some unearthly pristine unctual anointment is a running sore which hurts us daily.
Splash’n’Klang is a musical practice developed by Out To Lunch in response to various problems facing modern music. Over the course of the twentieth century, recording wrecked the old composer-score-musician arrangement, enabling advanced music to dissolve the distinction between documentary sound and composed score (see Derek Bailey, Iancu Dumitrescu and Frank Zappa’s “Wolf Harbor”).
The Dickster has done it again. Evil Dick, never one to shirk his responsibility to throw us all off the musical track, has created yet another exquisite red herring, Earthly Delights. Evil is a multi-instrumentalist of rare ability with a stunning imagination. A truly unique composer in a Varesian and Other Worldly tradition, whose music demands an attentive and serious, yet inquisitive and playful ear. A musician who never forgets to pose the question to the listener, in fact, to all of us, now living in an ever increasingly precarious world…
“Well, are you going to buy the fucking thing or what?”
“MWMIF meets the Japanese-born female improvisor “Casio Loopy”, who is known for her improv’s using just a Roland “Dr. Rhythm” drum machine (controlled via a modified game console), and no-input digital delay. Recording was taken from a pre-concert sound check (date unknown?). This night, MWMIF draws strongly from their back-catalogue, while “Casio Loopy” shadows their performance surfaces with matching transient crosshatches and skittering counterpoints unique to her Onkyokei-inspired rig. Extra-musically, and for no explained reason, there were three pink crows in the rafters for entire set.”
For as to happen fucking probably the great! Huge! It!
What displayed music upon!
Spelling improvised but being. Not advanced having every start with an end drum bone “play like” on musicianship. Read more… “SHIT ME “A” SLASH THEME APPLICABLE”
Have only one main objective; work on your self esteem. Fiercely eliminate any people from your thoughts. Be careful about moving beyond your station; you might suffocate. Don’t be too rough with others, unless you enjoy being alone. Eliminate any blockages with people who no longer care for you. Think only of yourself. Nothing wrong with giving yourself a pat on the back once in while. Don’t think about it you deserve it. Read more… “CUT UP”
Be it may we talk and I as I, in theory, am the OK man. Ideas, the Chakrabarty. Wow! Record it new and read. Plank, perhaps, realism. Bite off political IDEAS. Make subject the state. Not dismissing individual will less the “in” way to where deep is stored. Relative instincts talk against capitalism, individuals, nations, by definition class historicity. Within no state struggles. Their posturing points to totality. The fucking working guys incorporate the “us” approach. Luxemburg, even artists it seems, inconsequential, where the last anti-individual think tank is embroiled. Yeah… time. An ongoing personality show! Their modern mourning comes normally. Read more… “THEIR MODERN MOURNING”
Times since then though I’m only guessing that he was my friend King? She was black as well!! I am certain that after we had been lighting grass fires on the plain and I was doing some electrical work she first showed me the record player. I was smoking cigarettes, think he might have been in jail. Read more… “SHIT AND FRUIT”