Wednesday, January 28, 2009







melbourne. melbourne is my favorite here. substance to sydney's surface. the most like portland out of all of them, different yet similar in intersting ways. and a gamma world city to boot. i'm damned addicted to the loughborough university study....i wonder how portland would rate. probably gamma, if it's even eligible....

but melbourne. today i struck out with my camera in search of all the street art. melbourne is all up ons in the spraypaint world. i hit hosier lane and a bunch of the other laneways to see all the graphs. cool enough. but graphs were never my thing.

i know mcluhan pegged medium as the message. but i can't remember if he did "production of reproduction" as well...but i'm betting on it. ughhhhh...college.... there's something about craft and handiwork, but deep down i'm all about technique. process. and that's why i've always preferred stencils. i found several books on melbourne stencil art in the bookstores...and yet the alleys...nothing but graphs. guess i hit up the wrong parts of town....

so. apologies, melbourne, but lisbon wins. better stencils and better politics.

quite frankly....i find melbourne's street scene lacking in that department. but i've always been damned skeptical when it comes to developed white people. i'll be the first to admit my ignorance, but when the population's majority is comfortably white middle class, what are privileged people fighting for? suburban angst be damned.... i asked one of my colleagues back in nagano what all the tokyo hip-hop was about...and all he could do was quote lyrics about shopping in shibuya....lisbon....you win. (grain of salt please, i'm no expert and i'm just spouting my semi-drunken opinions...honesty is charming, yes? or morrissey is fucked....)

and on that subject. banksy. i get you. and it's brilliant. but you're an artist. and you are making money off your art. and i get that. i'm into your bizness. we share similar lines of work. but we all gotta count our blessings. same with the obey campaign....it's best when artists can live off their work. i believe in this. but doesn't capitalizing on the success of the obey campaign subvert the entire movement/message to begin with? i don't think this is the most difficult paradox to grapple with. LK has my favorite obey shirt....she tagged "obey" in sharpie over some printed horses on some thrift store t-shirt. i dig that. that was the whole point....i hope all the obey money goes to charity...i should look that up....

i've been reading way too much naomi klein lately. she got me all worked up....made me remember all the other things i used to be into/care about. i love my job. it's the only thing that makes sense. but the trigger makes me remember all the other things i used to care about. t-shirts, and architecture and body politics and 3rd world/development issues etc. etc. fucking college...i thought i was revolutionary, i think we all did. are you gonna let space define how you move? or define how you move through space....that was my mantra, and i haven't chanted in months.... snowboarding does't count. G wants us to be health-care practitioners in eastern india-this is the best idea i've heard yet. and yet. and yet.... i don't know how to pull myself away from all this. i know now i don't even want to. not yet. but i do have to read a fucking naomi klein book and pinch myself just to remember i used to try and contribute more...for better or worse...i had other interests...i'm trying to say i know that work consumes me. and i don't think i ever wanted to be that guy...the one who was nothing more than their job....

so tonight i went to a show. and i wasn't even working. and i didn't even go with G or with friends/co-workers. i went on my own to a show i wasn't working at. in the last 45 days we've done 5 shows with the ting tings in 5 different cities, and that excludes the big day out shows....and it was refreshing. made me remember...why i liked shows to begin with....

...also....paper planes is a fucking ridiculously good track. but when MIA says she wants to take my money...well...i believe her. and that scares/angers/frustrates me. we all gotta watch the fuck out....

the other day at the melbourne bdo show, the local sound engineer had the clash playing straight through the entire set-change until our walk-on music. and that made me happy. really happy. i danced like a mo-fo as i taped those setlists down...i even got a few catcalls from girls in the front row....

(photos: top=melbourne, bottom=lisbon)

Saturday, January 24, 2009

the southern cross...



...is big and beautiful and every day i contemplate getting it tattooed on my arm....what if i put together an old-timey map-ish themed sleeve for my left arm? constellations and and a compass and sextants and boats and lines of longitude etc. etc. etc....this requires more planning...

but seriously. magicland. it's always so much fun down here. it's been a week, but so much has happened already. it always does. it always happens so fast.

i could go on about the day mike and i went on a date in new zealand and saw the world's biggest gun, it was 16 tons or something.

or the punters in gold coast, easily the most alcoholic crowd i've ever seen.

wrapping all day long with TVotR and Ting Tings and Slick Rick.

jumpseat rides to the hospital in the ambulance (don't sweat it, it wasn't me on the gurney).

here it's everything all the time.

or i could just go on about the corner club in melbourne. melbourne is definitely more my speed. my kinda town. and the gig tonight may now be my new favorite room. it sounds great. the sightlines are screwy but forgiveable, the dressing room is right next to stage, the internet is free and wireless (australia...wake up, this is 2009. seriously), and the restaurant on the roof has the best beer garden and the best food. this is a lethal combination for awesome.

oz get at me....