June 30, 2005

a martini hootenanny

seems i forget to take my camera everywhere these days, but luckily in the age of mechanical reproduction, i dont have to worry about it.

saturday re-imagined, courtesy of jonny

1 part beautiful backyard, 7 parts good friends, 6 parts different bottles of alcohol, add ice

hooteriffic

look at this sexy bitch

oops, wrong pic, HERE’S the sexy bitches

sorry bout that ladies, but boob shots totally get you hits (i love you paige)

sunday re-imagined, courtesy of brian

god bless you and your photographic recap of sunday’s gloorious metric/broken social scene/modest mouse concert. check his post and you might notice a certain cowboy…



June 24, 2005

parody versus stealing

it is an ever blurring border war, and a pretty important one from my perspective. parody and irony are one of the defining characteristics of our postmodern culture, as is trangression. the amount of “references” that exist in every facet of our culture have increased to such an extent that this pastiche/parody/referencing/irony/stealing has become a major source of culture itself. and much of this parody deals in a transgression of some commonly held norm. south park is one of the more popular examples, paris hilton coughing up cum, or lion cubs performing an abortion to stop the birth of the anti-christ and the blood-orgy lovin woodland creatures, for instance.

aside: i know that blogs, as all online reading, work better in small doses, but i couldn’t stop writing, so please read on. eano + brian + steve + cam&ali + anyone else, i want thoughts.

but what happens when the limits of parody are transgressed? obviously people have been stealing other people’s ideas for a looong time, but like postmodernism itself, it is the degree to which this is happening that is of issue. quantity is at stake, not quality.

i love parody, and i think its dangerously important. my recent fave is robot chicken, a stop-motion animation show that is part of the wonderful adult swim cartoon series (which includes cartoons that you must watch: aqua teen hunger force and sealab 2021). a recent episode has the cast of ‘that 70s show’ do ‘that 00s show’: “kitty my ipod is broken, im gonna put my foot right up steve jobs’ ass” “oh hush red, im blogging”; “fez! i just took your picture with my phone!”; “who just text messaged me that im a douchebag?” “buuurn!”; “hi im tv’s topher grace, as you’ve seen tonite, the precious trappings of our material obsessed existence become the sitcom fodder of the future. so hey, please remember, try not to be such a douchebag. thanks for listening”

but this is taking ‘that 70s show’ and putting a spin on it to produce a new meaning. that’s parody. what i’m concerned with is cultural theft, and its sudden increase. for example, the new nissan ad campaign steal’s the camera techniques of michel gondry’s music video for ‘hardest button to button’ by the white stripes. if you haven’t seen the original (go to whitestripes.com and watch it for one thing, its ingenius), it uses a series of quick cuts from a stationary camera synched to the beat of the song and is a very distinctive camera technique, making for a brilliant music video in gondry’s long list of brilliant videos. a commercial for a nissan suv (i think its nissan) steals this same technique, and even uses many of the same angles (the final spinning shot is basically the exact same). clearly this is not being used in a parodic manner, nor is it an homage. it is plagarism. and i hate to think that some unoriginal prick made a lot of money from it.

another example. nike is now getting into the lucrative skateboarding market, and their new ad campaign is the most blatant case of ripping off a subculture in some time. as a pitchfork report shows, their ‘major threat campaign’ outright plagarizes legendary punk band minor threat’s album cover. not only did the band and their label not approve of this use, but they would of refused had they been asked (minor threat and dischord records are like the antithesis of nike and its exploitive corporate practices), and are now considering legal action.

theory on postmodern culture tends to fall into either a ‘for’ or ‘against’ category. baudrillard sees us trapped in a simulation, a copy with no original. jameson sees us dominated by late capitalism, stuck in an eternal present full of blank parodies (like the nikes and nissans i mentioned, he calls them pastiche). on the other hand, lyotard sees us as escaping the dangers of meta-narratives, the totalizing and univeralizing myths that continue to fail us, such as the enlightenment project. haraway sees us as cyborgs, finding pleasure in the confusion of boundaries, namely human and machine but oh so much more. and my favourite (and if all goes according to plan, my future phd supervisor), hutcheon sees us fighting back with irony and parody, forming a complicitous critique (god bless the matrix).

my optimism puts me on the ‘for’ side of postmodern culture (even though postmodernism denies such reductionism and binaries), and though i put my faith in parody, this prevalence of stealing over parody is unnerving. i guess it is just like the mainstream to steal from a subculture and use it for its own greedy means. now theyve stolen stealing!

the complexity in this parody/stealing issue arises from the blurred distinction, because much of what i do, and a lot of the culture i enjoy, treads a very fine line. kid koala and the avalanches have made beautiful art out of sampling, but you could very well call it stealing. i dont like lazy sampling, like say, p diddy, but i like complex or obscure sampling/stealing? or to go back, led zeppelin stole a lot of their music from earlier blues music? even my own graphic design is often stolen. our new soph logos are ripped from banksy grafitti art.

but im not making money off this, i just want our uniforms to look cool, so i dont feel bad, but am i doing the same thing as nike and nissan?

if anybody got thru this, you now know what i will be doing with my life. cultural studies. but with more important things than nike and nissan ads… though they are important…

oh, i also think that cinderella man, the new russell crowe movie about a boxer during the depression, is basically seabiscuit, except with a boxer instead of a horse.



June 20, 2005

inspiration to go

“We look to the past for strength, not solace; we look at the present and see people perishing, not profits mounting; we look toward the future and vow to make it different and better.”

- Cornel West



June 18, 2005

the rumours are true

oh my god andrew, calm down. get a hold of yourself. could it be? could my wildest fantasies have come true? breaking news: this hunky dreamboat of a man is filming a movie on my beloved campus of western:

first they film silent hill in my hometown of brantford, and now western goes hollywood. i can hardly contain myself. the home improvement kid. wow.

all that. except the exact opposite.



June 11, 2005

new feature: 3 best songs of the week

not that i discovered them or anything, cause pitchfork or metacritic or woxy is where i usually hear about new music, but here are 3 humble suggestions (and downloads) for your listening pleasure. perhaps i will continue this feature if people like it (somebody’s gotta leave a comment). i dont wanna be one of those blogs that just shoves new music on you for the sake of it, these have the dewaard guarantee.

Art Brut - “Formed A Band”
[download]
there’s just something about that english accent in indie rock that slays me, Bloc Party for instance. and im a little biased since im a sucker for that stripped down garage rock (cough cough the white stripes. oh shit, in hindsight, this list should have included the next brilliant stripes single “My Doorbell” [download] but i’ll stick to relative unknowns*)**, but damn if this song doesn’t rock and or roll. this is what Louis XIV would sound like if they didn’t suck***.

from pitchfork:

Art Brut, through their thoroughly unpretentious embrace of pretentiousness, are the most punk new band I’ve heard in years, punk having lost itself long ago to the pretentiousness of unpretentiousness.

* you’d think with the fact that this is completely editable, and that i always read over everything i write and edit it anyway, that perhaps there wouldn’t be things like ‘oh shit in hindsight’ but no, i’ll continue with this faux-stream of thought style..
** this is a meta footnote
*** hehe

Hold Steady - “Stevie Nix” [download]
like fellow expert re-interpretors of classic rock, Black Mountain, The Hold Steady listened to too much 103.9 classic rock the hawk (or the minnesota equivalent) as teenagers, but somehow pull off the classic rock’n'roll pastiche successfully. it doesn’t hurt that the singer writes line like “some nites we just need to get touched and rub right up against something plush/ some nites it’s just a crush/ and some nites it’s bloodlust” and it certainly doesn’t hurt that he name-checks my favourite Fleetwood Mac vixen in the song title and lyrics. “Lord to be seventeen forever” indeed.

Oxford Collapse - “Proofreading” [download]
brooklyn indie outfit Oxford Collapse have the best name in rock since The Ass Ponies*, and the song is so good it doesnt even matter that you cant tell what the hell the singer is saying.

*the best song title in rock since Cream’s “SWLABR (She Was Like A Bearded Rainbow)” is… du dudda duuuu:

Caribou’s “If Assholes Could Fly This Place Would Be an Airport”

BONUS BONUS BONUS

Crazy Frog - “Axel f” [download]
this is a mother fuckin RINGTONE and it is the number one song in britain right now*! its beating brit fag pop favourite coldplay**. christ on a cracker what is going on with technology. can you believe someone got rich from this? like pet-rock millionaire rich. thousands upon thousands of people have actually gotten this song from a real financial transaction. as for the song, its pretty funny i guess, i vaguely remember when it first came out when i was in australia, oz being a britain jr of sorts.

* now is quite relative. lets just say it was at some point in recent time. just believe me jerk.
** if vice can say fag can i say fag?

well this has been my first blogging experience in sharing music (and my upteenth experience in all-over-the-place writing). anybody interested in me continuing?



June 10, 2005

its the brantford fuzz, and youre fucked

sometimes im all ‘i got nothing to write about in my gd blog’ then sometimes it all goes down and im too busy with class and work and other work (i got a job at western film, im now a projectionist, yee haw) to even write it down. and then im over it. so here’s the shortest possible version of my weekend.

friday. the box. fence climb. street chalk. living room bike ride. failed pizza run. billy squire’s the stroke on vinyl. roll joint. gibbons park. climb fence. 2 pairs of ripped pants. empty pool. realize joint still on table. run home. literally. bike back. shirt off. smoke joint in bottom of public pool. contract rash on upper arm. gibbons park wander. fat people getting it on near river. tell me to leave them alone cause theyre ‘having a moment’. altercation with the police #1.

saturday. brant park. 12 lakeport honeys. 1 lucky. kiddie pool. drunk nap. stream crossing. altercation with police #2. pie irons. smoked a j by the dam dam. altercation #3 in which possession bust was definite possibility. deep and meaningful* with laura. paranoia fades. smoke a j.

* aussie term for enlightening discussion, nothing dirty you sickos…

sunday. bbbq. pond-side nap interrupted by racoon shooting. frickin 12 gauge what do you think.

tomorrow. anticipate call from mommy as soon as she reads this.