OOIOO

Can't get much tougher than these four Japanese girls. Video from OOIOO, one of the side projects of the Boredoms, a "Japanoise" rock band from Osaka. OOIOO was founded by drummer/singer/trumpeter Yoshimi P-We, and yes, that's the Yoshimi from the Flaming Lips' album title.

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Website: OOIOO

the rinpa eshidan

The Rinpa Eshidan are a group of people brought together by a "common creative expression." And it's pretty awesome. The emphasis lies on the creative process itself, rather than the final product. The images themselves lack permanence. Like all good things in life, they are spontaneous and fleeting. Unless, that is, you make a video of that good thing, then it's all permanent again. I smell a contradiction...





For more cool Rinpa Eshidan videos, visit their website at:
www.rinpaeshidan.jp

air france

Air France is a Swedish outfit whose ep 'On Trade Winds', according to their somewhat mysterious label Sincerely Yours, is a "romantic and brave attempt to track down reality in four acts." Proclaimed profundity aside, here's a link to their video for 'Beach Party'. In spite of the video's imagery of some swanky country club polo extravaganza, the song is a feel-good tropical jam with lyrical samplings of Lisa Stansfield's 'All Around The World', and for some reason I can't stop listening to it.

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Snag the mp3 here: Air France - Beach Party
More videos from Air France: Here
Label: Sincerely Yours

Semanticist nightmare or dream?

Excerpt from "Waiting for Godot"

Pozzo: Who are you?
Vladimir: Do you not recognize us?
Pozzo: I am blind.
Silence.
Estragon: Perhaps he can see into the future.
Vladimir: Since when?
Pozzo: I used to have wonderful sight - but are you friends?
Estragon: (laughing noisily). He wants to know if we are friends!
Vladimir: No, he means friends of his.
Estragon: Well?
Vladimir: We've proved we are, by helping him.
Estragon: Exactly. Would we have helped him if we weren't his friends?
Vladimir: Possibly.
Estragon: True.
Vladimir: Don't let's quibble about that now.
Pozzo: You are not highwaymen?
Estragon: Highwaymen! Do we look like highwaymen?
Vladimir: Damn it can't you see the man is blind!
Estragon: Damn it so he is. (Pause.) So he says.
Pozzo: Don't leave me!
Vladimir: No question of it.
Estragon: For the moment.
Pozzo: What time is it?
Vladimir: (inspecting the sky). Seven o' clock... eight o'clock...
Estragon: That depends what time of year it is.
Pozzo: Is it evening?
Silence. Vladimir and Estragon scrutinize the sunset.
Estragon: It's rising.
Vladimir: Impossible.
Estragon: Perhaps it's the dawn.
Vladimir: Don't be a fool. It's the west over there.
Estragon: How do you know?
Pozzo: (anguished). Is it evening?
Vladimir: Anyway it hasn't moved.
Estragon: I tell you it's rising.
Pozzo: Why don't you answer me?
Estragon: Give us a chance.

It goes on...

danish language

some Norwegian humor:

le grand content

Nice animation by Austrian art student Clemens Kogler:

[grә’fiti]

There was an exhibit at the MOMA in San Diego a few years back. The piece was a video focusing on the subtle art form of buffing, or the process of removing graffiti with chemicals or by painting over it. An orange, plastic couch was positioned in the center of a white walled room for visitors. It was all as absurd as it sounds.

For those who thought that tagging was the only medium for graffiti:

Alexandre Órion; 27 years old, born in São Paulo, Brazil. He combines painting and photography in an amusing way.

For more:
http://www.alexandreorion.com/_orion.htm

here's the deal...

our present world may be concisely characterized by its tendency toward hyperindividuality. it is becoming progressively easier for one's voice to be heard. with the aid of the internet, publishing is free. other formats of expression are becoming progressively easier as well. bands make studio recordings out of their own bathrooms. movies are being made on cellphones. technology is revolutionizing individuality... and a few other things. thus stated, we humbly add our "voices" to the pool, with the chance that somewhere out there, someone/something will be interested. as critics of music, books, society, and all other planetary going-ons, we hereby commit ourselves to posting anything of intrigue that has not already been reviewed or trodden on by the plethora of writers/musicians/journalists/bloggers before us or around us. as dim lights in an expanse of neon, we accept the task of shedding what little light we may have on the works (whether trivial, absurd, or grand) of our contemporaries... and maybe some of our own words here and there... also, as a reaction to the general favor for everything new, we will also consider cool shit from the past that should not be forgotten. like fads from the early 90s and 1870s porn. ladies, gentlemen, and everyone in-between, this is:

terrigenus - (Latin) indigenous, born from the earth, human being

day one.

conception, 1/17/07.