Saturday, November 14, 2009

Goodbye Billie Jean, The Meaning of Michael Jackson, Edited by Lorette C. Luzajic



goodbye, Billie Jean: the meaning of Michael Jackson

fifty-one writers, curated by Lorette C. Luzajic

Handymaiden Editions, 2009

316 pages

$27.95 (shipping approx. $6 to Canada, $9 to U.S.)

to order, contact Lorette at thegirlcanwrite@hotmail.com.

book will also be available shortly online at Amazon etc.



Dearest friends, I am thrilled to announce the project that has occupied the last four months of my time. Please join me in celebrating the most fascinating person of all- Michael Jackson. I am honoured to have worked with fifty amazing writers to bring this book to you, a collection of thoughts, opinions, ideas on the meaning of Michael Jackson. These very interesting contributors range from therapist to Pulitzer-prize winning journalist to bestselling author to friend of Michael himself to monk to drag queen, and so many more. In addition, I thank internationally renowned pop artist Iaian Greenson for the custom cover commission. And I thank Toronto’s premier graphic designer, newly branched into fashion- designing shoes- Gonzalo de Cardenas for cover design.

The Writers

Jason Bourner
Russell Bowers
Coline Covington
Kevin Craig
Michael Davidson
Jeff Dayton-Johnson
Antony Di Nardo
Joseph Dispenza
Donnarama
Sherman Fleming
Eddie Ford
Timothy Gabriele
Stephen J. Gertz
Andreas Gripp
Andy Guess
Rohin Guha
Stan Guthrie
Chris Hedges
HiScrivener
Obiwu Iwuanyanwu
Reuben Jackson
Pat Kane
Jamyang Khedrup
Willie James King
Jeff Koopersmith
Kimberly Krautter
Raymond Lawrence
John Lee
Lorette C. Luzajic
Jonathan Margolis
Ralph Martin
David Masciotra
Angela Meyer
Rev. Irene Monroe
Georgianne Nienaber
Jess Nevins
(O)CT(O)PUS
Onome
Dion O’Reilly
Carolyn R. Parsons
Samuel Peralta
Michael Hureaux perez
Javad Rahbar
Dr. Pamela D. Reed
Lauren Reichelt
Ralph Remington
Steven Rybicki
Tara Stevens
Edwin Turner
David R. Usher
Uwineza Mimi Harriet

Thank you to all of these amazing contributors. This anthology would not have been possible without you.

xoxoxoxo Lorette

Acid in the Style of Sigmund Freud



Hecker- Acid in the Style of David Tudor

In the spirit of Hecker, I engaged in some automatic writing as I was attempting to pen this review late at night. I began to fall asleep and realized I was writing gibberish, but continued to write anyway. Here, as it was originally wrote, is an alternate subconscious review

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Amazingly, enough I spelled Delia Derbyshire correctly.


Here's two other recent ones:



Prins Thomas- Live at Robert Johnson Vol 2



Luke Hess- Light in the Dark

Friday, November 13, 2009

Hauntology Still

A new review on the stunning new Broadcast and the Focus Group album, with words on hauntology and the unknowing



Re: Ian's comments in the previous post regarding the above album.

I actually quite like the Avalanches album and don't even really dislike the others mentioned per se, but I meant to convey that there's an entirely different design at work in examining potential worlds forbidden by the betrayal of utopian ideals, as opposed to exploring the potential of hidden sonics that are completely possible within the existing model, but which have been swept aside by the rush of the marketplace. I'd say the Avalanches, unlike others working in pastiche, are more concerned with sublimation than recontextualization. Judging by their nearly complete absence over the past eight years, I think it's also safe to assume that egotism is far from their highest concern. That their one return I know of- a remix of a Belle and Sebastian song- saw fit to include no samples, dance beats, or electronics at all (and in fact foresaw the current vogue for ethnotourism of developing world folk sounds) seems proof positive that they're unconcerned with simply peddling cheap tricks to win clever points.

I'm glad Ian found me here though. I was actually saving in queue a link to his Resident Advisor review of Brock Van Wey's album to run in tandem with my upcoming review of the same album at PM. But since it runs parellel to an axis touched upon in the Broadcast article, it may be worth mentioning here. I thought Ian was spot on his observation of Clouds Drift On and On as the anti-Untrue, contemplating how Van Wey and Burial both share a nostalgia for rave in its 90s incarnation. As Ian points out, Burial carved out a city and left only the sense of loss of ennui for what had been carved out to externalize his sense of devastation at the unfulfilled heterotopian promises of rave. Van Wey, on the other hand, obliterated any connection to the community or even internal connections and aimed straight for the clouds, the heavens.

It's interesting to think of these two reactions biographically, as well. Burial, like Zomby and many other prominent artists after him, was far too young to experience rave first hand, but nevertheless found the hardcore and jungle of the time undeniable and inspired. "I see so much hope in those tunes, even the darkest of those tunes, jungle tunes and all that. In the UK – ‘cos that’s all I know – those tunes tried to unite people. I want to let those people know that they didn’t fail. Because to some people, those tunes mean everything," Bevan said in his interview with Emmy Hennings.

Van Wey, on the other hand, was in the very middle of the scene, as a partier and a deejay, and became totally disenchanted to the point where he sold all his records and moved to China. This dismissal makes the subsequent denial of rave in obliterative textural pieces seem fitting. It's also interesting to note the cultural disconnect- Burial being British and Van Wey being American. In America, rave was never legitimated by either the mainstream or within the counterculture, whereas it became a crucial part of British pub/club life, fueling a revolt against the failures of New Labour, becoming a topic of constant (and non-esoteric) concern for scared parents, finding occassional appearances on the charts, and maintaining a presence through pirate radio. Van Wey's disavowal presupposed that American communities were autonomous and had thereby betrayed themselves by the turn of the millenium, but as Simon Reynolds rightly pointed out in Energy Flash/Generation Ecstasy, the communities were anarcho-capitalist. It was only a matter of time before an unguarded sublimated space was consumed by nu-capitalists with no need for the "Anarcho". American rave had no powerful defense team, nobody infiltrating both sides of the isle to avoid hostile takeover. It was plagued by infighting and exclusivism. And hence it died in a car commercial somewhere near the turn of the millenium.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

RIP Claude Levi-Strauss



One of the principal architects of modernism

V-ctory



new piece on the dreadful new adaptation of V



A review on the new disc with Max Lodbauer, Vladislav Delay/ Luomo, and Moritz von Oswald (of Basic Channel).

Friday, October 30, 2009

Iranian Electroacoustic and Nervous Crazy Yawnfests



Brief review on Ata Ebteka's new electronic interpretations of Alireza Mashayekhi works.


Also, one on Chris Lake's album, which had a promising single and litle else to show.

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Nomo- Invisible Cities



Read the review here.


Also, here's a 15th anniversary commemoration of Natural Born Killers. A lot more I wanted to write in this one. Maybe there will be a longer piece published in some form soon. Hard to imagine a movie like this ever coming out now, let alone as a summer Blockbuster. It's a film that indemnifies not only the institutions of law enforcement, prisons, the media, and the family structure, but also, despite what Oliver Stone might argue, identifies love as a perpetuator of violence and the executioner of reason. In the meantime, it openly mocks victims and uses Hollywood hard-wiring evocations of empathy to make its audience choose between questioning the implicit assumptions of its filmology and rooting for monsters, knowing full well many would identify with the killers before they ever quaestioned the camera they'd spent the last 2 hours being asked to question. The post-Columbine, post-9/11 world has, if anything, become more sanctimonious about violence as it continues to be the most avid consumer of it.

Thursday, October 15, 2009

Love is Not in the Air



review of Air's tepid new non-starter Love 2

From the Archives:

Air- Moon Safari 10th Anniversary
Air- Pocket Symphony

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Going Solo



City Center's self-titled and hence hard to google debut- solo-ish hypnadreamic pop from Saturday Looks Good to Me frontman



The Present- The Way We Are a debut from Rusty Santos, who produced Sung Tongs and other stuff. More in the vein of Throbbing Gristle/ This Heat/ et al.




Robert Hampson's Vectors, solo outing from the brilliant head behind Main and the recently reissued Loop.

Monday, October 12, 2009

RIP


Dickie Peterson

Wednesday, October 7, 2009

Sad Doughty Happy Doughty

A double shot of new ones at Edge



A review of Mike Doughty's newest

and



a review of Stella's latest live DVD

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Universal Consciousness



An overview and a review of the Spiritual Jazz movement.

Sunday, September 27, 2009

Factory Redux



I've got an article on Factory records by way of a review of the box set that came out earlier this year over at PM.

Read it here

Sunday, September 20, 2009

Dubstick



Reading over the Round Black Ghosts review below, a phrase that I wrote that seems to stick out is "Dubstep, a scene with an increasingly surprising shelf-life, particularly in the age of the diverted gaze". It strikes me that, though dubstep continues to pull surprises (mostly by splintering out into subgenres like ambient and wonky- which despite extensive and brilliant overviews like Rogue Foam's I still don't buy as anything but a dubstep off-shoot with a new name attached to avoid being trapped in the genre forever- its alterations seem more superficial like those between jungle and drum n' bass than pronounced the vast empirical space between UKG and grime), perhaps the most surprising thing about dubstep continues to be how long it has stuck around as the preeminent dance genre. Far from proving its superiority to scenes without its longevity (like acid or hardcore, for instance), its staying power seems to derive entirely from the enervation of dance music as a whole. Re-reading Simon Reynold's Energy Flash again recently (the 'nuum bible), it seems that much of the flux from early dance music was caused by a kind of reactionary augurism- the will to shape and predict the future before others would. A competition merging on those found among free markets, except existing wholely in a subterreanean and DIY sphere of heterotopian creative entrepenurialism- not post or avant late capitalism, but completely ignorant and indifferent to it. Things moved at such an accelerated pace because the various scenes fed off each other and gained nothing from a regressive mainstream/indie/ "alternative" scene (as an avid Spin reader at the time (early high school), the thought of Odelay being ahead of any curve now seems laughable). Now, with the implosion of the entire music industry and instant access to every new idea, what seems once seemed to be a contradiction of potentiality (an era of stagnancy in a culture of constant novelty) now seems inevitable for a music culture trying desperately to hold itself together amidst rampant and accelerated democratization. Whereas the means of production are now even more available to all and the sense of being included spread to include those who don't even go to the clubs or pay for the records, it has spawned an almost impenetrable flood of music consisting of so many imitations that the innovations get even more buried amidst the dross (I guess this is kind of always the way things are, but the volume is greater now- to recall a Gerald Fordism: "Things are more like they are today than they ever have been before".)

K-Punk once called dubstep on its propensity to "linger without any palpable intent". That was at the scene's inception. It continues to linger...

Saturday, September 19, 2009

Luke Vibert Loses His Rhythm



A review of one of the new Luke Vibert releases (the more lackluster one).