Tuesday, June 7, 2011
attaching, they sound pretty "dirty New Order tinged with some My Bloody Valentine sneaker-study." Truth of truths, not totally my thing, but the lady-more-than-a-friend loves that sorta stuff, so I took her to the show. And wow! Just an incredibly heavy, high-energy show that transformed the album's safe grooves into menacing snarls that very well might eat you but fuck it, what a way to go! To wit: Eyeballs were melted (and the bassist left the stage bleeding profusely from a poorly choreographed instrument exchange head wound -- a la Iggy Pop/Krist Novoselic).
Posted by JD Adamski at 5:58 PM
Though still somewhat debated, many scholars now believe this to be an actual photograph of Vincent van Gogh. The only other picture they have of him as an adult is of his back while chatting up a friend (which I sorta dig and think makes a spooky little desktop wallpaper). Anyway, look at the eyes: I do not wish to see all that they do, Starry Night be damned. Many experts are now also saying that the photo lends itself to the notion that alongside such company as Vermeer and Caravaggio, van Gogh cut a few corners by using this and a few other photos in conjunction with a camera obscura/lucida. But whatever, even while tracing I couldn't do what they could.
Posted by JD Adamski at 5:13 PM