The last week has been incredibly amazing, exhausting, creepy, and unbelievably wild.
Friday was Film class midterms, which was four hours long! It was grueling and shaat but I enjoyed and learned loads of stuff. It was one funny sight when our class emerged from the basement classroom—with everyone looking so intoxicated yet relieved that it was all over.
I used up a total of two bluebooks, two pens, four long bond papers, and six pages of yellow pad for illustrations. It was a fun test to take, often blitzed by errant questions like, “Rewrite the ending of Ging (plot: young little girl, poor family, sings and dances, gets discovered by some lady, catapults to stardom, and blah-di-blah), with Ging turning out to be a lesbian kid and Michael Jackson flying in from the U.S. to kidnap her.” I’M NOT KIDDING. It was crazy.
That night went to Fuzz’ Mild Seven party in Manila DJ Club. I didn’t know what to expect, so imagine how hyped-up I was with what turned out to be a raaaaaad night with great people. Check out Manila’s Most Stylish’s blog for the photos and buzz. O ha.
Thank you to Gino, Lizette, Jenna, Vic, Celine, and Marco for the great stories, frenziedly random laughter, and dandy drinks.
So many discs, so little time
V.A.
The Agents of Impurity
Inside a package that looks like a 7’ single, I found a bootleg and a CD, both curated by Kenneth Goldsmith, creator of the online resource www.ubu.com. It’s about words, or non-words, maybe about poetry, although it seems to me that poetry has always been one of the most difficult things to define. Maybe ‘cause it’s not just about definition, too free to get stuck in some common form. So even typescript numbers on paper, or forming questions like “Did your ears pop?” “Who took my toothbrush?” “When is a question a form of order?” can seem new, when they’re handled carefully. About my ears, yeah, they popped, ‘cause they were tickled by people like Antonin Artaud, Vito Acconci, Dokaka, Niel Mills… Stoppin’ now, don’t want to give away too much.
Rusty Santos
The Heavens
Before I start talking about The Heavens, let me ask you this: what do you think about a fashion brand starting a music label? You might be thinking that it would be just too fashionable, that they should keep on doing clothes and not stick their noses into what is maybe not their cup of tea. But you need to know that United Bamboo (the NY fashion brand) is as good a diligent dilettante as they are at what they’re already famous for. The Heavens, a third album by Rusty Santos—mostly famous for his collaboration work with Animal Collective—is a dry, dusty, gently dizzying lo-fi/analog drift. A new kind of cowboy is born—the one who sat by the peyote.
Will update in a few with last night’s wickedly bang-up thump!
