Glenfiddich Residency

One in five Britons will live to 100

2010-12-30T21:25:00.000-08:00

http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/us_britain_centenarians

Toronto Star

2009-01-03T10:34:00.000-08:00

And another, in today's Star, by Peter Goddard, here.

Previous press coverage (including a short TV spot) can be seen here.

Globe & Mail

2009-01-03T10:24:00.000-08:00

An article in today's Globe and Mail by Gary Michael Dault, here.

Supercentenarians

2009-01-02T11:43:00.000-08:00

The Gerontology Research Group is a Los Angeles based group of researchers who track the world's supercentenarians. The term supercentenarian was coined in the seventies to describe someone "well over one hundred years of age", though now refers to anyone who has lived past 110. Ironically, for a group whose central mandate is to verify birth records, their wikipedia page lists the organization as being founded in "either 1990 or 1992".

As of December 31st, 2008, the group is monitoring 91 supercentenarians - 82 women and 9 men. Today that number drops by one, with the death of Maria de Jesus in Portugal, who was born in September 10th, 1893, and was considered to be the world's oldest person. She worked in agriculture from the age of 12, never attended school or learned to read or write. Her daughter told reporters that she was never ill and had never taken medication.

The group now cites American Gertrude Baines, born April 6, 1894, as the world's oldest person.

A Drink To Us (When We're Both Dead) - tomorrow

2008-12-20T07:24:00.000-08:00

MKG127 is pleased to host the launch for A Drink To Us (When We're Both Dead), a new edition by Dave Dyment, on Sunday December 21st from 3-6 PM.

Working with the staff at the Glenfiddich Distilleries, Dyment created a reinforced barrel, filled it with uncut spirit and buried it in Warehouse 8, among large stones from the river Fiddich. It will be excavated in 2108. This whisky is being pre-sold now, though it will not be available to drink for 100 years. Buyers will receive an extruded wood casket housed in a linen box, a map of the warehouse, a small diary documenting the process, and a contract to pass on to their descendants, to collect the whisky in a hundred years time. "A Drink To Us (When We're Both Dead" is available in an edition of 25 copies.

A website documenting the project can be seen here.

A representative from Glenfiddich will be on hand at the launch, serving Scotch.

MKG127 is located in Toronto at 127 Ossington Avenue between Queen and Dundas Streets at the NE corner of Ossington Avenue and Argyle Street .
For more information, please contact MKG127@rogers.com or 647-435-7682, or visit www.mkg127.com.

Facebook page is here.

You Don't Really Care For Music, Do You?

2008-12-20T07:20:00.001-08:00

You Don't Really Care For Music, Do You?, curated by Catherine Dean and featuring myself, Tony Romano, Alana Riley and Benny Nemerofsky Ramsay closes today. 381 Projects is located at 381 Queen Street West.

A review in Canadian Art can be seen here:

http://www.canadianart.ca/online/see-it/2008/12/18/you-dont/

Henning Christansen, RIP

2008-12-19T14:26:00.000-08:00

Last week George Brecht passed away, and this Tuesday another Fluxus composer, Henning Christansen, died after a short suffering of apoplexy, at age 79 in Denmark.

Best known for collaborations with Joseph Beuys and Nam June Paik, Christansen remained active throughout his life - he presented a large retrospective exhibition last year in Copenhagen, participated in the Wundergrund music festival last month, and is currently showing at the excellent Gelbe Music in Berlin. A monograph of his work is currently in production and is expected in 2009.

Bailout Reminder (tomorrow night)

2008-12-17T21:39:00.000-08:00

While I'm reluctant to encourage competition (as this is the first time I've been able to stand in line and buy), Mercer Union's annual member show/sale is tomorrow night at 8. Here are the full details:

BAILOUT
Mercer Union Members' Sale & Exhibition 2008

December 09, 2008 - December 18, 2008

Closing party & Sale: Thursday December 18, 2008
Hosted by Misha Glouberman

When there’s blood in the streets buy…art. Mercer Union does its part with a stimulus package to put the US bailout to shame. With drawings, paintings, photographs, sculptures and multiples all priced at $149.99, the artworks in the 2008 Annual Mercer Member’s Exhibition and Sale will sell faster than you can say “Emergency Economic Stabilization.” No layaway plans…the art will be flying right off our walls!

Works for sale by John Abrams, Jackson Abrams, Sonja Ahlers, Melissa Bebee, Katie Bethune-Leamen, Stephanie Cormier, Tanya Cunnington, Taku Dazai, Mark Dudiak, Dave Dyment, Joan Dymianiw, Fastwürms, Harrell Fletcher, Brenda Goldstein, Katharine Harvey, Robert Hengeveld, Kristan Horton, Jen Hutton, Draga Jovanovic, Rita Kamacho, Suzy Lake, Micah Lexier, Arnaud Maggs, Sarah Massecar, Beth McEachen, Suzanne Nacha, Heather Nicol, Roula Partheniou, Tanya Read, Kerri Reid, Brian Rideout, Rupen, Kathryn Ruppert-Dazai, Gwen MacGregor & Sandra Rechico, Jon Sasaki, Chris Shepherd, Lisa Smolkin, Derek Sullivan, Ainslinn Thomas, Christy Thompson, Hannah Wachs, Christopher Walsh, Margaux Williamson, Laurel Woodcock.

View the wares between 9-18 December 2008 during regular gallery hours (Tuesday to Saturday 11AM-6PM).

Buy the art at the Closing Party on Thursday 18 December. Sale begins promptly at 8PM.

2000 year old computer, rebooted

2008-12-17T21:09:00.000-08:00

A little over a hundred years ago a shipwreck was found off the Greek Islands which contained a rusted mechanical calculator, now considered to be the world's first computer. Named Antikythera, it was (recently) dated as being as old as 150 BC. Pictured above, in Xray, the mechanism contained several gears and is understood to have functioned by calculating astronomical positions as a sort of super-advanced calendar, and was presumably used in relation to ancient Olympic games.

The current issue of Wired Magazine documents how Michael Wright, a former curator at the Science Museum in London, has built a fully functional replica of the Antikythera. Click here for the full story, including video.

Cale to represent Wales

2008-12-17T09:39:00.000-08:00

The Welsh pavilion was one of my favorites of the Venice Bienalle in 2005. The work by Bedwyr Williams was simple, unpretentious and very funny. It was worth the trip outside the main grounds to visit. Last Friday the Guardian reported that Wales will be represented in 2009 by Velvet Underground co-founder John Cale, who intends to collaborate with other artists (which is often what he is best known for), and will centre around "Cale's relationship with the Welsh language", says the Arts Council of Wales.

Cale was born in the village of Garnant and studied music at Goldsmiths College (under the tutelage of Aaron Copland) before relocating to New York, where he collaborated with artists affiliated with Fluxus, before founding the Velvets with Lou Reed. He contributed a film of blinking police car lights to a Fluxus festival and often played with La Monte Young and Tony Conrad. His solo career is large and varied, but if I had to narrow it down to three albums I'd say they'd be: Paris 1919 (for his accessible side), Music for a New Society (representing his pricklier side) and Fragments of A Rainy Season as a good career retrospective. The latter is performed live on solo guitar or piano, and features songs spanning the bulk of his career, including his cover of Leonard Cohen's Hallelujah, which became the template for Jeff Buckley's cover, and every one that has followed since (they all omit the same verse that Cale does, as evidence). Fragments has a cover designed by Joseph Kosuth, who is good friends with Cale. Despite being best known for collaborating with Reed, they actually only made three studio records together: the first two VU albums, and the under-appreciated reunion record Songs for Drella, a tribute to Andy Warhol.

He has also worked with Patti Smith, Terry Riley, the Stooges, Siouxie and the Banshees, Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers, Brian Eno and countless others. His 1999 autobiography is titled What's Welsh for Zen?

Cale said he was "surprised and honoured" to be invited to represent Wales. He added, intriguingly: "It offers an occasion to address certain pernicious issues in my background that had lain dormant for so long. There are certain experiences uniquely suited to the exorcism of mixed media and I am grateful for this opportunity to address them."

A Drink To Us (When We're Both Dead) Launch Date

2008-12-13T09:01:00.000-08:00

On Sunday December 21st from 3 to 6pm we will be launching the complete edition at MKG127 (127 Ossington Ave). The edition size is 25 (plus one artist proof), meaning there will be 12 released in North America (thru MKG) and 12 available for the rest of the world (through Glenfiddich).

A representative from Glenfiddich will be on hand, serving up Scotch.

Please join us.

www.davedyment.com/100.html
www.mkg127.com

Amazing Underground Ant Colony

2008-12-11T21:05:00.000-08:00

Scientists take a Rachel Whitereadesque casting of an ant colony:

www.youtube.com/watch?v=xQERRbU23bU

Start your countdown at eleven

2008-12-09T06:16:00.001-08:00

Scientists report that the earth is very gradually slowing down, throwing clocks out of synch. To compensate for this, the year 2008 will be one second longer than the year before. This time adjustment, a leap-second, will be added to December 31st, New Year's Eve, at 23:59:59, Coordinated Universal Time.

The planet's rotation around the sun takes 365.2422, which we round down for the sake of simplicity. The extra day in February of leap years compensates for this, more or less. Leap seconds function similarly - they are added (or removed) at the request of the International Earth Rotation and Reference Systems Service. The last addition was December 31st, 2005.

Bailout, Mercer Member show

2008-12-08T10:44:00.000-08:00

Mercer Union's annual member exhibition opens this week, with the closing party/sale happening on the 18th. As always, it's hosted by Misha Glouberman and all works sell for the exact same price (this year $149.99) on a first come, first served basis. In previous years line-ups formed as early as three hours in advance. Artists this year include Katie Bethune-Leamen, Fastwürms, Harrell Fletcher, Kristan Horton, Jen Hutton, Micah Lexier, Roula Partheniou, Jon Sasaki and many others.

I'm including an 8 x 10 print of the above photo, which I took in Scotland of the books I was reading about the future. I particularly liked reading predictions of one hundred years into the future from fifty years in the past.

George Brecht, RIP

2008-12-08T10:09:00.000-08:00

Artforum today reports that George Brecht, one of my favorite artists, died on Friday. The story doesn't seem to have hit any other English language news sources (at least based on Google and Yahoo News searches), which is unfortunate, given his influence.

Brecht was one of the most important of the artists working under the banner of Fluxus. I consider his publication Wateryam to be one of the three essential Fluxus publications (alongside An Anthology, edited by La Monte Young and Jackson Mac Low, and Yoko Ono's Grapefruit). Originally published in June 1963, the boxed work contained small printed cards containing "event scores". These works were developed after Brecht attended John Cage's Experimental Music Composition classes at the New School for Social Research in New York. Brecht took the classes with Fluxus/Pop Artist Robert Watts, Al Hansen (grandfather of Beck) and Allan Kaprow, whose "happenings" were the antithesis of the simple gestures that the "event scores" suggested. Kapprow praised Brecht as having "an understanding of an intimate situation was far greater than mine" and added "He became a leader; and immediately he influenced not only me, but everybody else: Jackson Maclow, Higgins, Hansen. George Segal stopped by, and so did Dine, Whitman and Oldenburg."

Any serious artist book or multiples collection should contain Wateryam. I'd also reccomend his collaborative book with Robert Filliou, Games at the Cedilla. It's the best of the excellent Something Else Press books, documenting the year that Brecht and Filliou ran a store which sold "anything that contained a cedilla, and anything that did not". Henry Martin's An Introduction to the Book of the Tumbler on Fire contains excellent interviews and images, but it is hard to come by. More recently Gagosian published a decent monograph. I think they've sold out, too, but a few can be found on the secondary market at reasonable prices.

There is a fair amount of information about Brecht online, so I'll limit this post to my two favorite stories:

When asked about the difference between Pop Art and Fluxus, Brecht replied (forgive the paraphrase, I can't find the original interview) that whereas a Pop artist might take a comic strip panel and blow it up into a huge silkscreened canvas, he was more likely just to cut it out of the newspaper and put it in his wallet.

In his later years he became very reclusive, rarely participating in the artworld. I heard from another Fluxus artist that he owned a telephone, but that he kept it unplugged. If you wanted to speak with him, you had to send him a letter requesting that he accept the call. If he granted the request, he would plug in his phone at the agreed upon time.

I was lucky enough to get a response from two mailings I sent him - short but pleasant replies, one thanking me for something I had sent and another declaring that he no longer wished his work to be viewed as part of Fluxus ( I think I asked for an interview for a Fluxus article I was writing in the nineties).

In closing, a picture of Elvis Presley performing Brecht's Piano Piece from 1962.

A Drink To Us (When We're Both Dead) - brief update

2008-12-05T12:52:00.000-08:00

Today I met with a bookbinding company who will manufacture the final packaging for the edition, a beautiful debossed linen box. Micah Lexier suggested them, as they worked on his recent excellent collaboration with Christian Bok. They also produced the deluxe edition of the AA Bronson Power Plant catalogue a few years ago (the one with the actual concave mirror on the cover). We chose a colour called Iris Coffee, which is actually a rich grey. The box will have a hinged lid with a pouch to house the contract, warehouse map, postcard and "100 Year Diary". The latter is a vinyl covered booklet which includes production notes, blog entries, the newspaper diaries, etc. etc. They arrived from the printer last week.

A temporary website for the project is now housed at www.davedyment.com/100.html.

Also, the first bottle sold last month, at a fund-raising auction in Calgary. Below is a brief piece that Global Television ran.

Jonathan

2008-12-05T12:35:00.000-08:00

The above photograph was taken circa 1900 and is part of collection of Boer War images that recently sold at auction for £4,000. Taken on the South Atlantic island of St Helena, it pictures a prisoner and guard, with a seventy-year old tortoise named Jonathan. When the auctioneers were researching the images they discovered that Jonathan is still alive, and with the help of the photograph they are able to identify his age as at least 176-years old, making him the oldest tortoise on the planet, and therefore the oldest living animal. The previous record holder was Harriet, a giant Galapagos Land tortoise, who died in 2005 aged 175 in Australia.

The below picture shows Jonathan he is today. One and three-quarter centuries old and blind in one eye, he apparently still has the energy to regularly mate with the three younger females he is housed with.

A Drink To Us (When We're Both Dead)

2008-10-22T15:02:00.000-07:00

A Drink To Us (When We're Both Dead): a sapele wood box, a contract to claim the spirit in one hundred years time and a map of the warehouse where the barrel is buried, is now available in an edition of 25 copies, from Glenfiddich in the UK and from MKG127 in North America.

Now Magazine

2008-10-02T10:50:00.001-07:00

Jon Sasaki, dressed as a lion, is on the cover of today's NOW magazine to promote his excellent piece in Nuit Blanche this weekend. The story can be found here, and his website here.

Like Tom Hanks in The Terminal

2008-09-30T11:58:00.000-07:00

I'm at Heathrow airport, getting kicked by a sleeping man taking up the rest of the long bench that I'm sitting on. I have 12 hours in between flights, for some reason, in an all-but -closed airport. I can't yet check my (three heavy) bags so I am forced to wait here in this holding cell - a long corridor with only one television set, which inexplicably faces an escalator that reads NO UNAUTHORIZED PERSONNEL. I try to watch it at awkward angle, but can't make out anything. The sound is too low to hear clearly, but just loud enough to make reading annoying. Beeping floor-cleaning machines circle around like bumper cars. I have several films loaded onto the laptop but worry that the battery will give up on me, as I can't find an outlet. I'd be willing to pay.

I actually did just pay for an hour of internet access (at a price which would get me a week and a half at home) but it doesn't seem to work. And of course there's no recourse if you can't get online to report the problem. A clever scam.

I turn down the brightness of my screen to gain an extra 30 minutes of battery time and to make my eyes sting more than they already do. I wonder if I'd be able to load up movies onto my camera, allowing me a third battery -powered toy (alongside the ipod and laptop) to entertain me on long flights. So I never have to watch another romantic comedy starring Hugh Grant again.

I've finished the one magazine I was able to buy and expect to spend the next 8 hours staring into space. I've done the calculation, and in the last four days my ratio of hours awake to hours asleep is 6:1. I suppose it will prepare me for Nuit Blanche next week. Michel de Broin arrives from Montreal this week, and Matt Suib from Philadelphia. There's still quite a lot of work to be done. It's going to be a hectic four days, and then I'll sleep like the unemployed bum I'll be.

Barrel burial

2008-09-30T11:42:00.000-07:00

The burial of the cask went swimmingly today, by which I mean it overflowed and erupted into a huge fountain, dousing warehouse manager Eric Stephen. Despite there being five photographers there, no one got a picture of this. But other than this slight miscalculation (the barrel used to transport the spirit was a little larger than the one we buried) everything was seamless. The hole was lined with the stones from the riverbed and the barrel was lowered in via forklift, bung-hole up. The barrel from the filling station (with uncut spirit, to help ensure a strong enough level of alcohol in a hundred years) was rolled in and a large pump was used to move the liquid from one to the other. We had a long green garden hose on hand in case it didn't work, and we had to siphon the old-fashioned way. The time capsule was added and the hole was filled with the remaining stones. We also underestimated how many of these we'd need, so Andy and Michael rushed off to the 'beach' to collect more in the truck.

One of the staff who was assisting us was a guy named Denis. He has an incredible accent, and a great way with words ("if someone needed help, ya just mucked in"). I knew that he was retiring this year so I asked him when his last day would be. Turns out it's today. "Oh", I said. "How long have you worked here?" He answered "Fifty years". Fifty fucking years. He asked if he could place one of the stones in the hole, and it felt like he was burying and saying goodbye to the larger part of his life. It was an unexpected poignant moment.

Eric is also leaving at the end of this year, after working for Glenfiddich for forty-five years. He started the year Andy was born. It was Eric's horse that we visited several times (pics on Flickr here) and he was the one who dug the hole for me, after I had returned home the first time. I am hugely indebted to him.

Despite a few local big news stories that day, we had a decent press turnout, all of whom sent photographers. I find doing press and being photographed fairly humiliating, especially with friends around. It's akin to having an objective bystander observe you flirting - it's kinda ugly. Plus I had to endure a series of photographer's requests like "hold up a glass like you're toasting the camera" or "just lean naturally against the barrel". Is it even possible to lean naturally against a barrel?

I really hate to leave Dufftown. It was bad enough leaving three weeks ago, but then I knew I was returning. There's something really calming about northern Scotland, and everyone is so incredibly sweet. Strangers wave to you as they drive by in their car. No one steals yer bike.

Luckily it was too busy a day to get sentimental. Michael Sanzone has an exhibition of the work he created during the residency this November, in NYC. Andy has plans to travel down to see it, and I'm hoping I can make it too. He was really prolific over the summer, and it'll be nice to see all the works together, and great to see them both again.

Today, tomorrow

2008-09-28T09:52:00.000-07:00

In between bursts of rain, I am spending the day painting the barrel hopes with a rust-proof paint and loading up stones into the GF truck. And affixing labels to boxes. Tomorrow morning we'll drive the rocks to the warehouse and line the bottom of the hole. The barrel will be lowered in before it is filled, which we'll do from another cask. So we might find ourselves siphoning with a garden hose. The time capsule will be added and the final stones on top. Then I'm rushed off to the airport to make my flight, saying a final sad farewell to Dufftown.

Back in Dufftown

2008-09-26T09:48:00.001-07:00

I am overjoyed to be back in Dufftown. Beyond missing everyone and wanting to finalize everything, there's something intangibly amazing about the place. The final exhibition of year opens in an hour, and the editions arrived just in time. I am very pleased with the way they turned out, and very happy to see the coverage in today's paper (which is weekly, so it's the one we'll bury on Monday).

Short piece about my projects for Lola

2008-09-25T11:10:00.000-07:00

Back to Dufftown

2008-09-25T11:09:00.001-07:00

I leave for Scotland today, in an hour. I realized while packing that I am bringing a large steel cannister, which could quite easily be mistaken for a missile casing to an over-zealous luggage x-ray attendant. I make a note to mention the contents of my case while checking in, at the same time as requesting a vegetarian meal and asking for the emergency exit seat (I like the extra foot room). I decided against the latter, not wanting to double suspicion.

Time Capsule

2008-09-23T19:08:00.000-07:00

The time capsule to be buried with the whisky (which we now have to call 'spirit') arrived last week. It's almost the size of my leg, which got me thinking about the time when I worked for hard-core evangelical christians and they gave me a birthday present that consisted of a prosthetic leg filled with mars bars. I'm not making this up.

The capsule will contain a dozen 8 x 10 photos of the production of the project (the construction of the barrel, mostly, but also images of the stills, collecting rocks from the river, etc), my notebook, a super8 film of the barrel being produced, some legal paperwork, and a copy of the days local newspaper. In a nice coincidence, the paper will include an article about the burial.

The burial is set for this Monday, during the Spirit of Speyside whisky festival. I will be in town for four days only, and then rushing back to deal with Nuit Blanche.

Diplo, Flying Lotus remix Radiohead

2008-09-23T09:01:00.000-07:00

Today iTunes began selling bundled stems of Radiohead's new single Reckoner, inviting others to remix the track and post it on their website. The site already contains remixes by Diplo (at the request of the band) and Flying Lotus, which are available to stream, but not download. Better still, one can listen to all the tracks at once, for a nice cacophonous roar.

www.radioheadremix.com

Tara Donovan, half a million dollars richer

2008-09-23T07:40:00.000-07:00

The MacArthur Fellowship (often called the "genius grant") is an award given by the John D. and Catherine T. MacArthur Foundation each year since 1981, to between 20 and 40 citizens or residents of the U.S., of any age and working in any field, who "show exceptional merit and promise for continued and enhanced creative work." The current value of the prize is $500 000, spread out over five years. The prizes are typically awarded to those in the arts and sciences.

Notable artists, filmmakers, composers and critics who have received the award include Gary Hill (1998), Dave Hickey, John Zorn, Kara Walker (all 1997), Cindy Sherman, Allison Anders, Meredith Monk, (1995), David Hammons (1991) and Bill Viola (1989).

The 2008 recipients were announced today and include eight winners from the arts, including musicologist Alex Ross (The Rest is Noise) and sculptor Tara Donovan (whose work is pictured).

Scottish Pavilion, 2009

2008-09-22T05:46:00.000-07:00

Todays Herald reports that Martin Boyce will represent Scotland at the 2009 Venice Biennale. It will mark the first time that the country has been represented by a single artist. "Venice is an amazing city, " says Boyce, "because it is literally floating on the water it is a very different place, and I am already beginning to think about how I will work in it. I love the fact that the Scottish show is not one of the buildings in the Giardini, the official home of the Biennale, that it is almost tongue-in-cheek, because it is whatever you want it to be; it could be set in a bar, or a gondola."

The exhibition, jointly organised by Dundee Contemporary Arts, the Scottish Arts Council and the National Galleries of Scotland, will have a budget of a quarter of a million pounds ($480 000 CDN), which will allow a "big and bold" impression.

From last week's Scotsman...

2008-09-21T18:33:00.000-07:00

Lola

2008-09-20T20:16:00.001-07:00

Yesterday Kelly Mark, Roula and I drove to London, Ontario, for the Lola festival. It's about a three hour trip and along the way we drove through at least a dozen towns I've never heard of, all with bigger populations than Wasilla, Alaska.

The Lola Festival (no relation to the now defunct Toronto arts mag of the same name) started out three years ago mostly as an indie rock fest, but the organizers (Andrew Francis and Paul Walde) have been increasing the number of work by visual artists each year. I had three pieces in the show - Pop Quiz was rear-projected in a few bank towers, the previously mentioned Big Bang FM, and Life and Death, which uses the lightbox of the advertising venue to illuminate a lesser-known Paul is Dead 'clue'. This is from an ongoing body of work which investigates the way fans insert themselves into rock folklore by shaping the mythology, particularly around issues life and death (Paul is Dead, Elvis is Alive, etc.). My billboard was blown down when London got the tail end of the hurricane, but I gather it's back up now.

Kelly Mark debuted a new project called The Band, which uses the marketing machinery of the music industry to promote a fictional rock band. Laurel Woodcock presented a new billboard and neon work, both using rock lyrics as her source material. David Poolman created works based on the tattoos of metal fans and Rich Jacobs created a 'rock family tree' for the Washington hardcore band Minor Threat, which I understand has already caught the attention of singer Ian MacKaye.

Do May Say Think, Polmo Polpo, and Holy Fuck played Saturday, but I had to get back for a Nuit Blanche meeting, given that the event is less than two weeks away now.

The above image is of Life and Death, which shares a lightbox with one of Kelly's many Band photos. Hopefully pics of all the works will be posted to davedyment.com in the next coupla days.

'Nother Quick Update

2008-09-12T12:48:00.001-07:00

I've been mostly catching up on Nuit Blanche things since getting back, including some site visits with Michel de Broin, Bruno Billio and Jon Sasaki yesterday. Everything seems to be in order, thanks (entirely) to Miki Stricker and Bill Zeilstra at the city. The behind-the-scenes (and mostly thankless) work they do for this event is incredible. The above picture I took on Wednesday, from the 6 story building we're using to harness Bruno's laser. It was such a beautiful summer day that I just wanted a lawn chair and some lemonade and a nap up there.

The 100 Year Old Whisky is moving along fairly rapidly, in my absence. First of all it has been definitively decided that it cannot be called Scotch unless I am able to prove to the Scottish Whisky Association that there is a historical precedent for burying the cask. The SWA is very big on tradition. I've been hunting online, but it's doubtful I'm going to find the smoking gun, so we're going to have to go with the term "spirit". This was anticipated to a certain extent, and I actually like the word better. Coupled with angel's share and casket, we've got some nice religious death imagery happening here, to accompany the burial.

I always assumed that the tradition of burying the dead was either practical, or based on agriculture (early man recognizing the cause and effect of planting something). It turns out that it likely predates both the need for hygienic disposal of corpses and even the most rudimentary understanding of cultivation. Apparently there is no commonly accepted anthropological explanation for the tradition of interment. Even now, the World Health Organization does not mandate burial (or cremation) as being necessary to prevent diseases (unless the body carried disease before death). **

The wooden caskets for the edition are in production now, the contract approved, the label designed and awaiting production. Photos are being printed to include in the accompanying time-capsule, which has been ordered and is en-route. Last week Eric Stephen, who works in Warehouse 8, dug me this fantastic hole (below). I can't wait to see it in person. When I return I will collect more rocks (this time with a van, no more treacherous treks with a wheelbarrow), quickly install the show and then host the burial the next day. Then say my final sad goodbyes to Glenfiddich and Scotland.

**I always thought I'd want to be cremated (and take up less space) but a few years back I changed my mind, realizing that cemeteries are a nice place for squirrels to play.

"one day, let's be a pair of trees, nobody'll know...."

Deerhoof cover

2008-09-09T08:33:00.000-07:00

CASH Music is a project began by Kristin Hersh and L7's Donita Sparks, which aims to provide "a flexible platform through which creative stake holders — artists and audiences — may interact and support one another through community". This often means making songs available for free and then passing around a virtual hat or tip jar (years before Radiohead offered their album with the PWYC model). Listeners are frequently encouraged to take the basic tracks and then remix and repost them.

Recently Deerhoof joined up, and have taken the premise a step further. In advance of their new album (Offend Maggie, out October 7th), they have released the sheet music to the lead-off single, and invite people to cover the song before they've heard it. Record your version and post it here.

Yestermorrow

2008-09-09T05:22:00.000-07:00

I've discovered a great shelf at the boutique bookstore Monkey's Paw called Yestermorrow. I've picked up a couple of books there titled "The Next Hundred Years" - visions of the future from the past. Today on Boing Boing there's a link to an article written at the turn of the century (the recent 'turn') but never published. In it the author examines many of these predictions of the future from the past, rating their accuracy.

The ever-evolving channels of distribution

2008-09-05T19:39:00.001-07:00

Last month Sonic Youth released a 'greatest hits' CD (well, sort of - the songs are selected by Radiohead, Catherine Keener, Eddie Vedder, The Flaming Lips, etc.) called Hits are for Squares. It is only available at Starbucks. AC/DC's first studio album in 8 years is available next month, but only at Walmart. Christina Aguilera's greatest hits package, out in November, will only be available at Target stores. The Smashing Pumpkins announced today that their next single will debut on November 14th, on Guitar Hero (Playstation 3, Xbox 360 and Nintendo Wii).

This week also saw the announcement that Michael Moore will be releasing his next film, Slacker Uprising, on the web, as a free download. The film looks to share more in common with his second film, The Big One, than it does his hits Bowling for Columbine, Sicko and Fahrenheit 911 (the top selling documentary of all time). The film cost two million dollars to make, and will be released September 23rd.

Wim Delvoye

2008-09-05T09:26:00.000-07:00

Wim Delvoye once jokingly remarked that he worked with pigs because they were easier to tattoo than fish. We saw a couple of his stuffed tattooed pigs thru a closed gallery window in Chelsea yesterday. Not sure if they were part of the next show, or being deinstalled from the previous, but they were no longer in the window when we walked by again later.

Today Artforum reports that Delvoye has sold a more recent tattoo work for $228,000 (CDN), to a collector in Germany. The tattoo is on the back of a 31 year old musician from Zurich, who will share in the proceeds of the work. For this he agrees to be exhibited thrice yearly, and when he dies the collector inherits the tattoo from his back.

Films for the Future

2008-09-04T08:45:00.000-07:00

To celebrate their 75th anniversary, the British Film institute is asking the general public (and the requisite celebrities) what film they would like to show to future generations. Most propose classics (Hitchcock, Fritz Land, Stanley Kubrick, Martin Scorsese, and Francis Ford Coppola), Pierre Bismuth argues for b-movies, and Ken Loach is on the list as both recommender and recommended. Herzog's Grizzly Man and Spike Lee's Do the Right Thing are the more interesting of the recent picks, though, jeez, the latter is nearly 20 years old now.

I remember after seeing Peter Greenaway's Prospero's Books at TIAF years ago, I thought it would be the perfect film to send into space, as an example of the achievement of cinema, but I can't say I really enjoyed it (unlike Greenaway's Drowning by Numbers, which I love). Not sure what film I'd chose to preserve for future generations. I'll have to go with Jean-Claude Lauzon's Leolo from 1992, which has most consistently been my favorite film.

You can vote here on the existing selections, or add yer own.

Funding Cuts Town Hall Meeting

2008-09-03T03:11:00.000-07:00

I'll won't be able to attend, but those in the city should try to make it to the Fuse Magazine sponsored Town Hall discussion tonight, tackling funding cuts, past, present and future. A fall election seems all but certain, and the polls indicate that the Conservatives/Reform might finally get their majority government.

Wednesday, SEPTEMBER 3, 2008 at 7pm.
The Theatre Centre
Wednesday, September 3 2008
1087 Queen Street West, (South East Corner of Queen and Dovercourt)

VVORK

2008-09-02T04:50:00.000-07:00

I assume by now that everyone interested in contemporary art has www.vvork.com bookmarked (two 'v's, not a 'w'). This week it seems they're kicking off a series of links to artist interviews and they're starting with a couple of my favorites; Claude Closky and Candice Breitz. Closky is still fairly unknown in Canada (I think it was Michah Lexier who suggested I look into his work, years ago) but Breitz will be back in Toronto next year creating a new work, commissioned by the Power Plant. She came and gave an amazing artist lecture at Mercer Union a couple of years ago, after having her flight delayed for three days, being put up in a hotel that was essentially a brothel and not having her luggage arrive until the 4th and last day of her trip (which, remembering, has me worried about my own missing bag).

Here's another interview, that I enjoyed on the plane yesterday, with Martin Creed.

Convention tonight

2008-09-02T04:43:00.000-07:00

Tonight Bush will speak to the Republican Convention via satellite, conveniently preventing any warm embraces like the one to the left. Even Laura Bush thinks it's a good idea for McCain to distance himself from her husband.

The campaign, in an effort to redeem itself after the botched handling of Katrina, will pretend this decision is about putting aside politics and putting Americans first. Let's review McCain's concern for hurricane victims:

In 2005, McCain voted against a commission to Examine Government Response to Katrina. Obama and Clinton both voted in favor, but the motion failed 44-54. He voted against another a year later. In 2005 he voted against investigating waste, fraud and abuse in awarding non-bid contracts for the reconstruction after the hurricanes Katrina and Rita. That same year he voted against allowing up to 52 weeks of unemployment benefits to an individual as a result of a major disaster under the Disaster Unemployment Assistance Program and against granting Katrina victims access to Medicaid. He was only the 40th senator to visit New Orleans after the disaster, and only after a newspaper suggested it might be a "political liability" for him not to attend.

In 2005, McCain also warned of excessive Government spending In response to Hurricane Katrina: "We also have to be concerned about future generations of Americans. We're going to end up with the highest deficit, probably, in the history of this country." War spending and tax cuts for the rich, are not a problem, apparently.

And on the morning of the disaster? McCain ate birthday cake with Bush.

Toronto, NYC

2008-09-02T04:14:00.000-07:00

I arrived safely back in Toronto last night. Hopefully my luggage follows me here later today. Or at least before I have to leave for New York tomorrow morning. We're going for a very quick trip as Roula is participating in a group show in Chelsea, where she'll show the 100 Variations and a stack of lumber.

Leaving tomorrow

2008-08-31T14:51:00.000-07:00

This blog will likely continue until the burial of the butt (barrel) at the end of the month, but this will be last post from the highlands. We had our final dinner tonight, which was nice, though it's very sad to be leaving. Jin and I drive to the airport tomorrow morning together and Ming leaves the following day. I found out tonight that his wife is expecting their first child, who was conceived in the cottage next to the castle, several weeks back. Martina will be gone by the time I return late September.

I will miss Andy most of all. Every aspect of the residency program here is fantastic, but his hospitality, knowledge, wit, etc. etc. elevates the experience to something truly memorable. I can't imagine negotiating my project with anyone other than him. He deserves a big fuckin' vacation at the end of all this.

I tend to sneak out the back door because I dislike goodbyes, so I'm gonna cheat here on my last day and quote from Kristin Hersh's blog from last week, about leaving Edinburgh:

"......This is not enough time to be in Scotland. Not enough time to love everyone we meet, not enough time to watch gorgeous dogs run on the green, not enough time to drink tea as strong as whisky and whisky as strong as god, not enough time to breathe clean meadow air, not enough time to gawk at real-actual-gazillion-year-old-no-fucking-kidding castles......"

Last days

2008-08-30T17:55:00.003-07:00

The above pic shows what remains of the massive bonfire from our barbeque last week. Tomorrow night we are all meeting up for one last dinner, and then I leave the following morning. My homesickness is in almost perfect balance with my reluctance to leave. For example:

Things I am looking fwd to:

More than one pair of (muddy) shoes to wear.
Clothes dried in a dryer.
Going to the cinema and eating popcorn (people look at you funny here if you ask for popcorn).

Things I will miss:

Rabbits in my front yard, cows and sheep across the street, and horses kept as pets.
Not having to lock my bike up, no matter where I leave it - in the middle of a forest or outside of a pub.
Whiskey that's as available as running water.

Strange Overtones

2008-08-30T17:50:00.000-07:00

I downloaded the new Brian Eno/David Byrne collaboration a few weeks ago, but hadn't listened to it much, until today. I was worried that it couldn't possibly live up to the high expectations I would have for it, given that their previous collaboration (twenty-seven years ago) was the brilliant My Life in the Bush of Ghosts. Compounding my fears was the first track made available on their website, Strange Overtones. The lyrics recount Byrne hearing a song by his neighbour, thru the thin apartment walls. Lines like "this groove is out of fashion, these beats are twenty years old" only serve to remind how unlikely this all is to work. Byrne also seems to be singing in a key just out of his range, again highlighting the strained/forced feel of the project.

It's easy to mistake the first song from the record as the 'single', but this isn't the case here at all. Strange Overtones is only the first song to be released, and given away for free. So perhaps unfair to judge the record by.

I listened to the entire album, twice, today while hauling rocks (less fun, even, than it sounds) and it's surprisingly good. As expected, it does not come close to the brilliance of their former collaborations, but it is better than anything they've put out individually for about a decade. It also made me think that if all the stadium bands smart enough to hire Eno as producer (Coldplay, U2, etc.) were smarter, they would get him to sing back-up. His voice is represented here less than I would've liked (I was hoping for an equal balance - like his collaboration with John Cale, Wrong Way Up) but it adds an amazing warmth to an already warm record, whenever it appears.

Update

2008-08-30T03:29:00.000-07:00

The barrel for my whiskey was produced last week in the cooperage by Don Ramsey and Gordon Davidson. The contract I've written is awaiting a final proof from the legal department. The boxes are under construction and the label designed. The location in Warehouse 8 where the barrel will be buried has been chosen. Today I will walk a mile or two with my green wheelbarrow and collect stones from the Fiddich River (where our bonfire and pig roast was held last week). In anticipation of returning to Toronto on Monday I switched my desktop weather report back to the city, and then mistakingly read that today would be a warm sunny day in Dufftown. It turns out it's going to be 18 degrees and partly cloudy, which is lucky, because that is a warm sunny day in Dufftown.

Van Halen vs John McCain

2008-08-30T03:05:00.000-07:00

It was reported today that Van Halen object to the use of their song Right Now by John McCain yesterday when announcing Sarah Palin as his running mate. The band released a statement saying "Permission was not sought or granted, nor would it have been given." Presumably McCain's handlers are more familiar with the song from it's use in a 1992 Pepsi ad, than it's origins on an album called F.U.C.K. The 1991 record's full title is For Unlawful Carnal Knowledge, which seems to champion rape or prostitution or some other form of illegal sex (perhaps sodomy, which was illegal in most states, even between a husband and wife, until 2003).

George W. Bush also used the track as one of his theme songs, often playing it at rallies during the 2000 campaign. When Van Halen reunited for a 2004 tour, they projected the Right Now music video, with the addition of an image of Bush and the caption "right now nothing is more expensive than regret."

Other songs McCain has used until he was asked to stop include Frankie Valli's Can't Take My Eyes Off You, Jackson Browne's Running on Empty, Chuck Berry's Johnny B Goode and two songs by John Mellencamp - Pink Houses and Our Country. Even McCain's self-professed favorite band, Abba, objected to his use of Take A Chance On Me. It's not only songwriters offended at the misappropriation of their work - Mike Myers recently demanded an end to the unauthorized use of the Wayne's World "We're not worthy" clip.

My earliest memory of musicians battling candidates over the right to use their music (and the implied endorsement) was when Reagan mistook Bruce Springsteen's anti-war song Born in the USA as a patriotic anthem, and Springsteen had to set the record straight. Last week the Democrats used the song, either with permission, or without complaint.

'Hockey Mom' for VP

2008-08-29T14:15:00.000-07:00

I can't get over the cynicism of today's political announcement of Sarah Palin as John McCain's presidential running mate. First of all, it is made less than a day after the Democratic convention wrapped up (hell, they were droping hints about it during Obama's acceptance speech) in a clear effort to steal thunder from the convention. Secondly, the crass move of choosing a woman, in the hopes of winning over disgruntled HIllary supporters, shows just what Republicans think of woman - that they can be bought very easily. Sure, they're angry that Clinton lost out to Obama, so they won't mind voting for an essentially unknown woman who believes that victims should be forced to have the offspring of the men who have raped them. She also believes creationism should be taught in school and that global warming "isn't man-made". Oh, and McCain has only met her once.

The bulk of Palin's experience comes from being mayor of an Alaskan town of less than seven thousand people. I've lived on city blocks with larger populations. Given that their campaign is all about painting Obama as inexperienced, this seems a strange choice for second-in-command. If the Republicans take the White House in the fall, the US could go from having their oldest president, to having their youngest, in a single (failed) heartbeat.

I suppose today was no worse than eight years ago when Dick Cheney was selected to head Bush's vice presidential selection process, and he chose himself.

Pope vs Kippy

2008-08-29T09:05:00.000-07:00

Following a politician's hunger strike, the Pope has apparently weighed in on the Martin Kippenberger controversy and called his crucified frog blasphemous, and requested its removal.

According to the New York Times, the board of the Museion Museum decided by a majority vote that the sculpture, would remain in place for the remainder of the exhibition.

Very Short History of Slow Cinema

2008-08-28T16:47:00.000-07:00

l was asked the other day about the origins of elongated time in my work. The short answer is a few influential audio works of epic length (La Monte Young's work, Rodney Graham's Parsifal, some interpretations of John Cage scores, Brian Eno's Discreet Music, etc.) but when I think about it I can trace it back to a movie I saw in my mid-teens. I can't remember the name or even content of the film, but just past the mid-point a couple in front of me got up and walked out. The film wasn't particularly bad and I don't think it could be deemed offensive to anyone (they weren't protesting onscreen nudity or violence, for example). The thing that struck me was that before leaving they looked at their watch, as though they had somewhere else to be. The film, though, was also not particularly long, so it's not like they found themselves running late accidentally and had to get back to the babysitter or another engangement.

I remember thinking how great it would be if there was a type of very long cinema that you could come and enjoy for a time, but leave whenever you wanted, not when the credits rolled and ushered you out the door. Shortly afterwards I learned that such films did exist, and had for decades.

Recently I've been hoping to curate an exhibition of Slow Cinema for my friend's animation festival in Ottawa, but given that I bailed on them this year (as juror and curator of a small show) to come here, that ship has probably long sailed. The festival is quite adventurous and I thought it would be funny to screen the following films, which are about as un-animated as you can get:

Tree Movie (1961). Fluxus artist Jackson Mac Low, inspired by a La Monte Young score that called for a note to "be held for a long time", wrote a script for a film that that requires a camera to film a stationary object, for an indeterminate amount of time (see below).

Probably the most famous durational cinema, Andy Warhol's Sleep (1963), was likely inspired by Tree Movie, though Mac Low routinely denied this. The five-and-a-half hour, silent black and white film features poet John Giorno, sleeping. The film cheats a little, looping some footage, which was possibly either a financial or practical concern. A year later Warhol shot Empire, which is eight full hours of continuous, real-time footage of the Empire State Building.

Glasgow artist Douglas Gordon made his name with the 1993 film 24 Hour Psycho, which slows down Alfred Hitchcock's Psycho to last a full day. Less well known, and perhaps conceptually tighter (though maybe more of an one-liner?) is his 1998 follow-up Five Year Drive-By. This work takes John Ford's western The Searchers and slows it down to match the epic quest of the characters in the John Wayne classic. The frame changes approximately every 23 minutes.

Perhaps my favorite of all is from the early seventies, but has been rediscovered recently. Tony Conrad, still best known as an electric violin player and almost member of the Velvet Underground, created Yellow Movie by demarcating a black frame on a canvas or wall, and painting it white. The paint stands in for the emulsion of film and the 'action' of the 'movie' is its eventual yellowing.

I'm particularly fond of this because of my interest in cameraless films. Pop Quiz, TV Sweater, and Super Infinity were all made without a film camera.

TV

2008-08-26T15:43:00.000-07:00

Today I drove with Andy to Aberdeen to pick up some journalists visiting from Taiwan. It's about a two-hour ride there and back, but given his hectic schedule, it was the best way to catch up with him on a few things. We finalized a few details regarding the project, and then talked about British Television. Much of it was familiar, and I realized that more than just about anything, my family used to bond over imported TV. We watched Fawlty Towers, Monty Python, Not the Nine O'Clock News, Black Adder, etc.

Andy reminded me of a show called Comic Strip Presents Bad News, which I had seen when I was in the country in 1987. The Comic Strip was a series which featured comedians who would go on to form French and Saunders, Absolutely Fabulous, and The Young Ones, amongst others. Bad News is a pre-Spinal Tap mockumentary about a failing rock band, featuring characters not dissimilar to the ones the same actors portrayed on The Young Ones: singer and lead guitarist Vim Fuego is played by Adrian Edmondson with a similar seething rage to Vyvyan Bastard; rhythm guitarist Den Dennis by Nigel Planer is as thick-headed as the hippy Neil; and Colin Grigson on bass, portrayed by Rik Mayall is pretentious and effete like his Young One's character Rick - the "people's poet" sociology student/anarchist.

Presented as a fly-on-the-wall rockumentary, the half hour show parodies the format itself, as well as the incompetence of the band, at the height of vacuous British hair metal. The film-makers follow the group to a gig in which performing to four people and a dog does nothing to minimize their delusions of grandeur:

"We'd be as rich as The Rolling Stones if we'd sold as many records as them"

"I could play "Stairway to Heaven" when I was twelve. Jimmy Page didn't actually write it until he was twenty-two. I think that says quite a lot."

The show was produced by Channel 4, who now produce the excellent Peep Show, but the calibre of programming I've seen here on the channel (one of four I receive) is better indicated by this evening's programming:

Tree Rings, Dark Days

2008-08-25T12:23:00.000-07:00

I've always liked how the tree trunk's storage of data was similar to that of vinyl records (a comparison made many times, see below) and how they serve as the perfect way to illustrate timelines. The scene in Hitchcock's Vertigo (and explicitly referenced in Chris Marker's La Jetee and Terry Gilliam's remake of it, 12 Monkeys) perhaps best conveys the wonder of contemplating inter-generational time thru a single object:

MADELEINE: How old?
SCOTTIE: Oh... some, two thousand years, or more.
MADELEINE: The oldest living things?
SCOTTIE: (Nodding, as he watches her, wondering, as she looks about thoughtfully) You've never been here before?
MADELEINE: (Shakes her head, lost in thought as she lets her gaze wander among the trees)
SCOTTIE: What are you thinking?
MADELEINE: (Searching) Of all the people who have been born... and have died... while the trees went on living.
SCOTTIE: (Agreeing) Their true name is Sequoia Sempervirens: always green, ever- living.
MADELEINE: (Flatly) I don't like them.
SCOTTIE: Why?
MADELEINE: (Simply) Knowing I have to die...
..............
EXT. RED WOODS - (DAY) - CLOSE SHOT We see the two profiles: Madeleine staring at the tree, Scottie staring at Madeleine. She raises one gloved hand and almost idly begins to trace a finger up along the white line that is marked: 1776 DECLARATION OF INDEPENDENCE. And as the hand moves a little to the left, Madeleine begins to speak, almost vacantly, oblivious of all but this piece of tree, and herself.
MADELEINE: Somewhere in here I was born... and here I died and it was only a moment for you... you took no notice...

Tree-rings (or 'annual rings') are also now helping to rewrite history, chart weather patterns, determine what year ancient volcanoes erupted, forecast fire systems, etc. etc.

Earlier this summer tree-rings solved a mystery that was two-and-a-quarter centuries old. In New England, on May 19, 1780, in the middle of the day, it was dark as night. Many thought judgment day had arrived. Abraham Davenport, a member of the legislature of Connecticut, famously announced "I choose, for one, to meet Him face to face, No faithless servant frightened from my task, But ready when the Lord of the harvest calls; And therefore, with all reverence, I would say, Let God do His work, we will see to ours. Bring in the candles."

Known as New England's Dark Day, or Black Friday, the event has long been the subject of speculation, but with little scientific consensus. Some suspect it might have just been a particularly bad overcast day, but records indicate that there was less than one-tenth the sunlight one would expect on a cloudy day. People reportedly ate by candlelight, animals behaved strangely, and night birds came out to sing. Another suggestion was that massive wildfires were the cause, though this was quickly dismissed as 'simple and absurd.' Limited long-distance communication at the time prevented colonists from verifying their hypotheses.

But in June of this year researchers at the University of Missouri used tree rings as "ecological artifacts" to determine that fires in Canada were likely the cause. Large numbers of trees in the Algonquin Park in Ontario were found to have scars indicating a massive wildfire occurred in 1780, strong enough to have caused atmospheric conditions hundreds of miles away.

Help

2008-08-24T16:18:00.000-07:00

Okay, after disapproving of blog posts that plead for help, I'm going to do it again.

The boxes for the A Drink To Us (When We're Both Dead) edition are currently being manufactured. They will be hinged caskets held together with rare-earth magnets, with foil embossing on the front mimicking a heat brand. The verso will have a printed label with some information about the piece that isn't included in the contract. I want to use this image, but I can't find a version at a decent enough resolution. I've come across the picture on three different sites, but always at 288 x 363. It's perfect for so many reasons but I need a crisper, larger image.

Does anyone happen to recognize it? Know what terms one might search to find it (beyond 'dendrology')? Know of a program or a search engine that lets one search using an image as a starting point? (the technology exists, I just don't know where).

When I read that part of the Hitchcock script where Madeleine and Scottie are among the redwoods, she touches the tree rings and says, “Here I was born and here I died. It was only a moment. You took no notice," I got goose-bumps. When it came to shoot that scene, I had goose-bumps. Just touching that old tree was truly moving to me because when you touch these trees, you have such a sense of the passage of time, of history. It’s like you’re touching the essence, the very substance of life. I remember taking my father to see the redwood forest once. He wept and so did I. He ‘got’ it in the same way as I do. We never talked about it. That scene in Vertigo I felt more than any other.

- Kim Novak

And so all you observers
In your scrutiny
Don't count my scars like tree rings

- Vic Chesnutt, Panic Pure

Rosetta

2008-08-24T12:15:00.000-07:00

I've been reading for three days now about the Nuclear Waste Marker project. I thought that the Clock of the Long Now was the most 'forward thinking' project (10,000 years) outside of Science Fiction (which, despite my father's large collection, I've never had any interest in reading). But this project needs to consider the possibility that future generations beyond this time span (quite possibly post-humans) might intrude upon a deadly nuclear waste site. It therefore requires a marker that is not limited to language, and that is more offputting than it is curiosity piquing.

Heading up the project, Greg Benford asked a "computer-whiz friend" how he thought the site should be marked. He quickly replied "Scatter CD ROM disks around. People will pick them up, wonder what they say, read them - there you go." Benford laughed out loud at the ridiculous suggestion and his friend replied in a puzzled, offended tone, "Hey, it'll work. Digitizing is the wave of the future."

Actually, it's the wave of the present. But these suggestions are not uncommon from the desperate-not-seem-out-of-touch. It's the Faith Popcorn Futurists equivalent to "think of the children". I've been to Artist-Run-Centre conferences where guest speakers have rattled on about automating various Human Resources tasks, oblivious to the fact that most centres represented in the room had two to four employees. Toronto Police Chief Julian Fantino launched a website a few years ago to crack down on, uh, graffiti. I'm sure it was effective.

CD Roms (are they even still called that?) are notorious as a poor medium for long-term storage and even if they weren't one would have to constantly migrate data from one dying medium to the next. I have old interviews and other texts on floppy disks but can't be bothered to track down an external reader to move the data onto my laptop. There're also probably stored in a word processing package too old to read, at least without some serious formatting revisions. So I'll probably never see them again.

A project began 8 years ago (and expected to take no more than twelve months) was finally launched a few days ago. It involves a translation of Genesis into 1500 languages, non-digitally, and it fits onto a disk that is only three inches in diameter. I believe that the bible was chosen as the source material, not as some evangelical pursuit (thought it may have helped secure funding) but rather because it is already translated into most of the world's 7000 languages. Also included on the disk are pronunciation guides, lists of common words, etc.

Titled The Rosetta Project (after the Rosetta Stone from 196 BC), the project aims to make these languages - some of which are spoken by less than a thousand people - available to future generations. Globalization and the prevalence of English (as a tourist I feel a little ashamed at how infrequently I have to make an effort to be understood) means that between fifty to ninety per cent of the world's languages might disappear by the end of the century.

On one side of the disk the eight most-common languages spell out the introduction: “Languages of the World: This is an archive of over 1,500 human languages assembled in the year 02008 C.E. Magnify 1,000 times to find over 13,000 pages of language documentation.” On the verso, in pure nickel, is 13,500 pages worth of etched text which requires a 750-power optical microscope to read. The disks are hand-crafted at a cost of $25,000 and are expected to last at least 2,000 years.

An earlier prototype was sent into space in 2004, similar to the Golden Record aboard the Voyager in 1977. In six years it will land on a comet, where it will orbit the sun for millions of years.

Weekend

2008-08-24T11:21:00.000-07:00

I just realized I have exactly a week left in Dufftown. I am a little homesick, to be sure, but it will be very difficult to leave here, also. And not only because I have many unfinished things to resolve.

Yesterday Andy and the Glenfiddich team organized a nice BBQ for about forty people at the 'beach' (mostly rocks) where I had been encouraged to collect pebbles (rocks) for the burial of the cask (which is actually called a butt, but...). They had a pig on a spit and lots of whiskey, gin and vodka to drink, followed by an enormous bonfire made up of wood from trees that had to be removed from the site, staves from old barrels, etc. It must have been at least 20 feet high. Martina took this shot which comes closest to capturing the strange purple smoke it was emitting.

Miraculously it didn't rain us out until almost 11 o'clock. Cycling home in the rain and wind and mud was particularly hard when tired and tipsy, but mostly so because it gets pitch black here at night. In certain areas you can't see your hand in front of your face. By 'certain areas' I mean most of the 15 minute ride home.

Balvenie Castle

2008-08-23T08:43:00.000-07:00

Originally known as Mortlach, Balvenie Castle was built in the 13th century (or 12th century, according to Wikipedia. I think they mean 1200's) for the Comyn earls of Buchan. The castle changed hands several times, but reportedly never saw battle, and was abandoned after the suicide of its owner William Duff, in 1724. It was unroofed a decade later and fell into ruin. Twelve years ago it was bought by a Coca-Cola executive, though managed by Historic Scotland.

It is five minutes from my cottage, and five seconds from one of the other artist cottages, which is about a hundred feet away.

Here are some pics which include the back of Roula's head in the foreground so that they don't look like generic postcard images, like the one above.

Are there any good documentaries about contemporary artists?

2008-08-23T03:38:00.000-07:00

I try to resist blog posts as 'poll' but I'm truly at a loss here. The other night we went for drinks at Mike's place and got to talking about the dearth of good art documentaries, probably as a result of my complaining about Strange Culture, which I detested. Both Mike and I are fans of Ray Johnson, but found How to Draw a Bunny pretty underwhelming, which is remarkable given the artist's fascinating life.

Good music documentaries, by comparison, are plentiful. We talked about the Half Japanese doc The Band That Would Be King and The Devil and Daniel Johnston (both by Jeff Feuerzeig), the Fred Frith film Step Across the Border, the Lennon doc Imagine, etc. Even Some Kind of Monster, about Metallica (who I've never had any interest in) was excellent. Two films I've been desperately trying to find online this summer are both music docs - one about children and the other about the elderly. Young@Heart documents the New England seniors choir of the same name who perform songs by the Ramones, Sonic Youth, Neil Young, Radiohead, Talking Heads, Lou Reed, etc. (their rendition of the Rolling Stones' Ruby Tuesday is heartbreaking). Girls Rock! is a film about a rock camp for young girls. I've only seen one clip, but I've seen it a hundred times and never tire of it.

I realize that art production is often a solitary event and music making is generally social, but for a scene so dependent on documentation it's incredible that there are so few great art documentaries. In terms of bio-pics, I don't mind Julian Schnabel's Basquiat, except for that awful scene where Schnabel himself (portrayed by, ah, none other than Gary Oldman) is lovingly dancing with his daughter to a song by, well, Julian Schnabel. But where's the biopic for Fluxus impresario George Maciunas? Even Warhol is reduced to a supporting role in cinema (Basquiat, I Shot Andy Warhol). Films about artists mostly tend to be films about troubled lives taken too soon, more often than stories about art. Last year's My Kid Could Paint That was good, but is more about ethics and responsibility than it is art (should parents push their children? should the filmmaker betray the trust of his subjects? etc. etc.)

There's little in the way of good television coverage, too, though I have a friend who is trying to correct that (which is no small task).

By all means, if you have suggestions (better yet, links) please leave them below.

40 000 years past, 40 000 years future

2008-08-22T08:08:00.000-07:00

It pleases me to no end that some of the oldest artworks on the planet, and the one furtherest from it (and presumed to last the longest) are sound works.

Recent studies suggest that Upper Paleolithic people, who lived from 10,000 to 40,000 years ago, created cave drawings with a direct relationship to sound. In 90% of the case studies, cave drawings existed in areas of the cave with maximum resonance, indicating that the artists liked to sing or hum while painting. In some instances it is even suggested that the paintings and petroglyphs represent animals whose sound the echoes best mimicked. Scientists hypothesize that the Upper Paleolithic people also used their voices in the low light caves as a kind of sonar, to help them navigate.

As of 2006, the spacecraft Voyager 1, launched in 1977, moved beyond our solar system, making it the furthest man-made object from earth. It contains a golden record compiled by Carl Sagan, intended to be intercepted by other lifeforms, as a greeting and document of life on earth. The record includes both sounds and images, and instructions on how to play it. The audio includes greetings in 55 different languages, sounds of earth (footsteps, heartbeats, laughter, monkeys) and music (Bach, Chuck Berry, Blind Willie Johnson). The disk is constructed of gold-plated copper, with an ultra-pure sample of the isotope uranium-238 electroplated on the cover. Uranium-238 has a half-life of 4.51 billion years. The Voyager is not expected to reach its destination for 40 000 years, but the disk itself is designed to last a thousand million.

The graphic artist who designed the disk, Jon Lomberg, lived in Toronto at the time. He is also responsible for the Nuclear Waste Marker project, which requires a marker that will indicate to up to 500 future generations that the site is unsafe. He used the example of the Airman's Memorial (below) on University Avenue as a reason to avoid a symbolic marker. Designed to honour Canadian pilots, the sculpture is mostly known as "Gumby Goes to Heaven."

I can't find up to date information about the project online, but I've just ordered Greg Benford's book on the subject, Deep Time, and Lomberg (now in Hawaii) has agreed to be interviewed. I hope to start work on a film this fall called Sounds That Say Hello, Sounds That Say Surrender, that will look at the sounds used for interstellar communication, and those used in warfare. A baby crying, for example, is used to illustrate humanity on the Voyager record, but is also employed as 'non-lethal' torture at Guantánamo Bay.

More Nice Mail

2008-08-22T06:40:00.000-07:00

Oliver from vvork sent me a nice parcel today which includes a copy of Lodown Magazine, for which they contributed a little curated project of work about clocks, particularly fitting as I wrap up my 'time' piece here this week. I'm gonna save the magazine for the plane, but it looks an interesting read. There are features on Arthur Russell, Black Metal and Errol Morris' documentary Standard Operating Procedure. I thought the film was weak but the press Morris did for it was good. He told a story about journalists excited that he was taking on the subject of Abu Graib and who kept asking him "Have you found the smoking gun?!?" which he notes is the wrong question. We've all already seen the smoking gun. Abu Graib is the smoking gun.

Also included is issue #22 of Used Future Magazine, which is an artist periodical began in 2005 and up to nearly 40 issues now. The vvork issue takes the same approach that makes www.vvork.com one of my favorite websites: it includes several artists' projects with no accompanying text beyond their website address. It is loosely curated in the sense that it lets the works themselves suggest the projects that follow, which hold together in subtle and smart ways . The booklet reads a little like Maurizio Cattelan's Charley Magazine. It includes two artists that I'm working with for Nuit Blanche (Michel de Broin and Jacob Dahlgren) as well as some other faves like Erwin Wurm, Santiago Sierra, and Jeroen Diepenmaat, whose site I found on vvork two years ago and which I have bookmarked for potential future curatorial projects. It also includes the piece I did two years ago for the CCL1, Untitled (for William Tager).

Mail from Harry Ruhe

2008-08-21T17:13:00.000-07:00

Harry Ruhe is a publisher, writer and curator in Amsterdam, who specializes in Fluxus, conceptual art and artist multiples. In 1979 he founded Galerie A where he exhibited work by Al Hansen, Yoko Ono, Ulises Carrión, Günter Brus, Sol LeWitt, George Maciunas, and many others. In 1979 he published one of the earliest, and perhaps most important books on Fluxus. Titled FLUXUS, the most radical and experimental Art movement of the Sixties (a phrase that features in virtually all biographies of Fluxus), the book featured loose leaf pages in a three ring binder. I remember the library at my school had a copy and I had to really restrain myself to not steal it. Despite working for bookdealer Don Lake and artist bookstore Art Metropole, I have not handled another copy subsequently. Following this he published a memoir of his time as a publisher and dealer called Multiples (1991). The Best of Wim T Schippers from 1997 is the first (and only that I'm aware of) book on the Dutch artist with loose ties to Fluxus and Bas Jan Ader, who also voices most of the characters on the Dutch Sesame Street. The publication brilliantly dealt the problem of dual-language art books by coming with two coloured acetate overlays that allowed the Dutch and English to be printed overtop one another, in red or green. A glassine envelope of ephemera was also included.

Books on Stanley Brouwn, George Brecht and Lucio Fontano followed. Ruhe continues to operate Galerie A and www.multiples.nl.

Earlier this year he contacted me about buying a copy of the Jonathan Monk postcard Picture Postcard Posted from Post Box Pictured, and we decided to trade instead. He has sent me several packages loaded up with his excellent publications - works that he either published or distributes, including many rare and out of print titles. Roula just got home from her trip here and a large parcel was waiting for us at the house of our neighbour, who was kind enough to collect our mail and tomatoes while we were gone. This was the first parcel I've ever opened over webcam. Roula cut thru the carefull packaging and then held up each item to the camera one by one for me to see. The parcel included Lawrence Weiner, Fluxus and Joseph Beuys postcards, books on Nam June Paik, Ulises Carrión, Lucio Fontana and a record by Henrik Hakansson.

Art Parade

2008-08-21T07:37:00.005-07:00

On Saturday September 6th, Deitch Projects, Creative Time and Paper Magazine will host the fourth annual Art Parade. The parade will begin at 4:00 PM and travel along West Broadway, and will include floats, balloons, placards, portable sculptures, performances and street spectacles. There are nearly a hundred projects in total, including works by Yoko Ono and Michel de Broin, both of whom are contributing to my Zone C project for Nuit Blanche.

Michel's piece is Shared Propulsion Car, which we exhibited at Mercer Union last fall. Here is video of our first time taking the pedal car out on the road.

2108

2008-08-21T07:28:00.000-07:00

In Feburary of this year the History Channel announced the winners of their national City of the Future contest. Participants were asked to imagine what their city would look like in 2108. The winning entry was from DAW, BNIM, Praxis 3, and Metcalf & Eddy in Georgia. Below are images of their vision of what the city of Atlanta will look like in a hundred years.

Balvenie Tour

2008-08-21T06:17:00.000-07:00

On Tuesday Roula, Mike, Martina and I were toured thru the Balvenie Distillery by Jonathan, one of the many guides here. He showed us the process from barley to whiskey and we drank directly from a cask, using an instrument called a Whiskey Dog, appropriated from thieves who would smuggle spirit out in their pant legs. Before the casks are married together the alcohol level is 60%, vs the 40 - 43% one finds in stores. Even still, it was very smooth.

Here are some pics.

Tomorrow, more cows.

Habib Mian, RIP

2008-08-21T05:41:00.000-07:00

As part of my research here, I've been looking into lifespan and learning that there is little international consensus. Apparently the longest unambiguously documented lifespan is that of Jeanne Calment of France (1875–1997), who died aged 122 and a half years of age. The next ten longest authenticated lives range from 116 years to 120 - five from the United States, three from Japan, one from Ecuador and the Canadian Marie-Louise Meilleur. Meilleur was 117 years old when she died in Ontario in 1998, then considered the oldest living person on the planet.

There are many claims to longer lives, but The Guinness World Records consider them unsubstantiated. Ma Pampo of the Dominican was said to have been 128 at the time of her death in 2003, but the documentation has been called into question.

Today it was announced that Habib Mian of India died Tuesday morning after a brief illness. He was reportedly 138 years old. Mian was recognized as the oldest living man in the Limca Book of World Records 2005 edition, but the Guinness Book of Records claim this cannot be verified. He is pictured above, on his last birthday.

The oldest living animal is a clam found less than a year ago in 80-metre-deep water off of Iceland. Researchers determined that the ocean quahog (Arctica islandica) was 405 years old, besting the previous record (by the same species) of 220. The oldest living thing is a Norway Spruce (Picea abies) tree in the mountains separating Norway and Sweden, thought to be 8 000 years old.

Guerrilla Mix CDs

2008-08-21T02:50:00.000-07:00

My friend Matt, inspired by the marketing strategy of Toronto indie band Craft Economy, proposes making mix CDs and stapling them to hydro polls, as a way to share music and avoid prosecution. John McCain recently revealed his technology platform and it includes a statement of intent regarding a crackdown on piracy. Obama (surprisingly, given the Democrats ties to the Entertainment industry) offers only a vague statement about rethinking copyright in the 21st century. But either way, music fans should expect it to get harder to share music online in the future. Plus there's something nice about taking virtual models and finding real-life applications. It reminds me of another friend, Lise, who was once offering a service where she would bring you the song of your choice, via her car stereo. If you had a planned date or 'special moment', for example, and wanted to hear 'your' song, you could pay her a small amount of money (five or ten dollars, I can't recall) and she would show up with the track at a pre-determined location, roll down her window and turn up the stereo.

Photos

2008-08-18T15:00:00.000-07:00

A few more pics added to the Flickr page here, mostly cows.

Hey Jude

2008-08-18T14:07:00.001-07:00

I have collected about two hundred Beatle covers over the years. None hold a candle to this one:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wgrrQwLdME8

Spiral Jetty

2008-08-18T09:17:00.000-07:00

Fox News reports this week that an Alberta firm is still hoping to drill near Robert Smithson's Spiral Jetty. Pearl Montana Exploration, the Calgary-based company, drew protests earlier this year from art fans and environmentalists, led by Smithon's widow, artist Nancy Holt. Keith Hill, the company president, said that they are addressing shortcomings in their previous applications, in regards to water rights as well as cultural and environmental impact. He predicts millions of barrels worth of oil could be found beneath the lake. With gas prices rising, even the Democrats are rushing to reverse their previous opposition to over-drilling, so the Spiral Jetty may be in jeopardy. Hill says that once the permits are approved, drilling could begin in six months.

Strange Culture

2008-08-18T03:58:00.000-07:00

I've been waiting a long time to see the film Strange Culture, about Steve Kurtz of the Critical Art Ensemble. I followed the story of his arrest, including the film, on Mercer Union's blog here, here, here, here and here. Kurtz is a professor of art at the University at Buffalo and a founding member of the CAE, whose work for the last two decades has explored the intersections between art, technology, and political activism. The projects they were working on at the time of the arrest were critical of the bio-genetic food industry, and patents on living organisms that would allow incredible food monopolies in the future.

In May 2004 (or 5/11, as it's called in the film) Kurtz awoke to discover that his wife of 27 years had died in her sleep. He called 911 and when the police arrived they discovered materials they considered suspicious and alerted the FBI, who quarantined the block and searched his home in hazardous material suits. At a time of deep mourning, he was detained for 22 hours and questioned about arabic texts, petri dishes and tin foil covered windows. He was prevented from returning to his home for a full week, during which his cat (who had been locked without food or water in the attic by the agents) nearly died as well. His wife's body was twice moved and autopsied without permission.

The Commissioner of Public Health for New York State determined that nothing in the home posed any sort of threat to public health and that Hope Kurtz had died of natural causes. Two months later a grand jury rfused to bring any "bioterrorism" charges against the artist. However, presumably to save face, he was indicted on federal criminal mail fraud and wire fraud charges. It is, as is pointed out in the film, likely the first time someone has been charged with fraud, where no party feels defrauded. A judge threw the case out last year, but the film was made while Kurtz was awaiting trial.

It's an utterly compelling story, with incredible political implications for all of us, and the film received a 94% rating at Rotten Tomatoes. But it may be the worst documentary I have ever seen. Tilda Swinton was brought in (for what looks like an afternoon of shooting, presumably as support for the artist) to play Hope, Kurtz' wife. Thomas Ryan Adams (probably the reason I hated Hal Hartley's Henry Fool so much) plays Hurtz himself in a few dramatic recreations. It's difficult to play a living (even somewhat) public figure, but even moreso when the actual person is interviewed in the film, extensively. Kurtz' lawyer had suggested that there were certain areas he should not discuss, so the filmmaker switches over to Adams for these scenes, all of which are about as believable as an after-school special.

The film would have been quite watchable if it were a straight interview with the artist. He tells some great stories including the fact that he covers his window with tin foil to help him sleep (a trick he learned from Elvis) and that the arabic writing found in his home was on an invitation card for an Atlas Group exhibition at the MASS MOCA. Best of all is the time he was approached by FBI narcs who first tried to buy drugs from him, then attempted to goad him into admitting he wanted to kill the president.

The New York Times called it, I note in the poster above, "a near perfect alignment of subject and form." This couldn't be further from the truth. The music, by the Residents, is appalling and obvious. The actors portraying the students, moralizing about our responsibility to stand up and do something, feel worse than an after-school special. They feel like the after after-school special, where the actors try to open up a dialogue with the viewers about what they've learnt. Even the choice of newscast footage was misguided - the film opens with Keith Olbermann (the left's answer to Bill O'Reilly) discussing the story on MSNBC, his voice dripping with its usual vitriol, as a kind of pre-indignation for the viewer.

Kristin Hersh

2008-08-17T10:35:00.000-07:00

As with Genesis P-Orridge, I first met Sonja Ahlers at one of the Cocktail Fridays we held at Art Metropole. My girlfriend and I at the time both enjoyed her book Temper Temper which featured doodles, collages, snippets of text and drawings of bunnies. She started rifling thru the CDs I kept at work and got excited when she found the Throwing Muses. "I love Kristin Hersh, she said, and began to tell a story of a concert she attended a few years prior. "It was so good," she said, "that I cried and cried all the way through it". This sounded a little familiar but I couldn't place it. "Then afterwards I went up and told her it was the best show I'd ever seen". I then realized that I had heard this story before, but told from another point of view. It was an introduction to a song on a live bootleg cassette. Hersh found it odd that she could cause such loud sobbing, and then be thanked profusely.

Sonja's response might seem like an over-reaction, but it is not uncommon. Hersh's music can inspire simultaneous sadness and gratitude. Roula choked back tears all the way through her performance the other night, and then remarked that it would stay with her as a positive memory for years to come. We saw Hersh together in June of 2001, as our first 'date'. She hasn't been back in Toronto to perform since, and we were grateful to learn that our stay in Edinburgh coincided with a weeks worth of performances of her new show Paradoxical Undressing. Better still, her husband and manager Billy put us on the guest list when all we requested was a way to book tickets in advance.

Hersh still performs as a member of the Throwing Muses, with her more recent power-punk band 50 Foot Wave, and as a solo artist - sometimes accompanied only by her acoustic guitar, other times with guest musicians or string players. This evening, though, was a series of readings, punctuated with short snippets of songs from throughout her career (Fish, Hook in Her Head, Hysterical Bending, Your Dirty Answer, Cartoons). Hersh read from a forthcoming memoir, based on her diaries that were lost in a recent flood.

I remember a Kids in the Hall sketch where Bruce McCulloch is in a hospital bed after attempting suicide, indignant that his friends hadn't read his rather lengthy suicide note. Mark McKinney says "Look, I just skimmed it, looking for my name. I'm sorry." This is my general view of other people's diaries - that they're like other people's dreams - only of interest to me in the places where they intersect with my own life. Exceptions are few and far between and the phrase "a young girl's diary" is almost shorthand for self-indulgence. This is far from the case with Kristin Hersh, though. Beyond her ability to bring them to life on stage, Hersh's entries are profoundly compelling, extremely well written and with a self-awareness that belies her young age. Her storytelling is bravely candid, charming and frequently very funny.

The diary focuses on a single year from her late teens, but it was an eventful year - the Throwing Muses were signed to the influential British label 4AD, she was diagnosed as bipolar, and she became pregnant. She describes harrowing hallucinations, extreme poverty (living in squat made available when the owners died), and performing in clubs which she was too young to be in. Perhaps the most fascinating stories involve her relationship with the Hollywood actress and singer Betty Hutton, star of Annie Get Your Gun. The actress had fallen on hard times and returned to school where she befriended Hersh. Hutton would attend Throwing Muses concerts with her priest and then offer 'show-biz' advice to the band.

I've seen Hersh perform a dozen times, with and without the Throwing Muses, as far back as 1989. Even the weakest show (the Limbo tour, maybe) was still excellent, and this evening surpassed all of those performances. I can't recommend it strongly enough. A weeks worth of shows begin tonight. Ticket info here: www.theedgefestival.com and Ticket Master 0844 999 990

Also, Here's a five star review from the Guardian.

Lastly, a selected discography, with a quick rating system, coz I like to put numbers besides things.

Solo

Your Ghost EP 9.8
Hips and Makers 9.5
Strange Angels 8.5
The Holy Single** 7.5
Sky Motel 6.8
Murder Misery and Then Goodnight 7.6
Sunny Blue Border 9
The Grotto 6.9
Learn to Sing Like a Star 7.5

**Hersh's idea of a Christmas EP is to cover Big Star's Jesus Christ (haha).

Throwing Muses

Untitled 10
House Tornado 8.5
Hunkpapa 7.4
The Real Ramona 9.2
Counting Backwards EP 9.5
The Curse (live) 7
University 8.9
Limbo 7
Throwing Muses 6.5

Wallinger, Collis, Rosen

2008-08-17T04:06:00.001-07:00

The best venue we visited in Edinburgh during the lousy festival was at the Ingleby Gallery, who were showing work by Mark Wallinger, Susan Collis, and Kay Rosen (a longtime fave, and high on my list of artists I'd like to publish). Wallinger's contribtuion was the above billboard, which I liked better when I thought it was by Rosen. Collis played with the fact that the gallery has just relocated by presenting a room that looked half-installed: there were tiny holes in the wall, drips on the floor and a paint-splattered broom rested in the corner. The trompe l'oeil at work is that the screws in the wall are solid gold and the paint on the floor is mother of pearl. It's a pretty effective trick, and plays into my empty gallery fetish, but I fear it also exploits the preciousness of the expensive materials. Roula likes it more than I do but the local Edinburgh-born artist certainly holds her own against the Turner Prize winning Wallinger and the well respected Rosen. Rosen had the top floor, which consisted of framed works and wall paintings, most of which were pretty great, but despite being text-based, are hard to describe and do justice to. The are simple without being simplistic, somehow. I wish I had thought to take photos.

Funding Cuts

2008-08-17T03:50:00.001-07:00

As was easily predicted, as soon as the Harper government saw their poll numbers rise they began pursuing arts funding cuts. If an election were called now they would would stand a stronger chance at a majority, with further cuts inevitable. The brilliant way to facilitate this is to highlight a pending economic downturn and focus on a few projects that are not controversial, but sound as though they might be. Take for example, the Toronto indie rock back at the centre of the story.

They formed in 2004 and in four short years have amassed a pretty impressive bio: they have toured with M.I.A., Wolf Parade, Mouse on Mars, and Cornelius; they are nominated for a Juno and shortlisted for the Polaris prize; and they have played many of the world's leading music festivals including Coachella, All Tomorrow’s Parties, Lollapalooza, and the Glastonbury Festival. Not bad for a band from Toronto. The problem is, they are named Holy Fuck.

Similarly, Bill C-10, which was introduced a few months back, proposes that the Canadian conservative government could retroactively strip tax credits from films deemed "offensive or not in the public interest". The film Young People Fucking was held up as an example of the misuse of our tax dollars. However, only about forty thousand people have seen since it was released several months back (probably a smaller number than those who are currently sitting down to watch The Dark Knight). The film is a romantic comedy with less edge than an HBO sitcom, but its title allows it to appear that the Canadian Government is supporting child pornography.

The recent Globe and Mail poll illustrated above shows that the strategy has worked. As a business paper the Globe may lean to the right politically, but is generally considered the best daily paper for arts coverage. I imagine a poll of Toronto Sun readers would lead to a much more unanimous conclusion.

Preston

2008-08-16T14:12:00.000-07:00

My talk in Preston was amazingly well attended, about fifty people in total, most of whom drove in from neighboring cities and towns, some as far away as two hours. They put my diligence to shame - I rarely make it out to events in Oakville or Mississauga, which are only twenty-five minutes away. The talk was hosted at Pad Gallery, at the invitation of Pest Publications and sponsored by Castlefield Gallery in Manchester, one of the oldest artist-run venues in the country. They seem to have some pretty interesting programming, including a recent exhibition by Cory Arcangel called A couple thousand short films about Glenn Gould. The director Kwong Lee told me about a Spanish artist that they are working with named Manuel Saiz who is working on a project not dissimilar to my Glenfiddich piece. He is announcing an exhibition to be held in sixty years time, which the gallery is contractually obligated to host.

I was hoping that Michael Corris would be there, but he ended up having other commitments. He wrote me a few weeks prior, saying he was planning on attending, and inviting me to participate in a project he's organizing in Texas in November '09. Corris is a writer and artist, and was a prominent member of Art & Language. He also started the influential artist publication The Fox. Would've been nice to meet up.

After the talk we went out for a fast drink and then a late dinner at an Indian restaurant. I was particularly grateful for the latter, given my steady diet here of pasta and pot noodles.

Genesis P-Orridge and Lady Jaye

2008-08-16T13:23:00.000-07:00

The current Radar magazine has a fascinating article about Genesis P-Orridge and Lady Jaye, who were so in love they decided to become one person, and then one of them died. Their stated goal of Pandrogeny was both romantic and conceptual. They were not adhering to pre-conceived notions of beauty (or even gender), nor were they attempting to become twins. They were challenging the nucleic acids that contain the building blocks of all life. "We replicate as much to perpetuate DNA as to perpetuate our species" said P-Orridge, who views DNA as an evolutionary parasite, with the human body as the host environment. Matching haircuts and clothes were followed by breast implants for both, nose jobs, eye surgery, a chin implant, collagen lip enhancements, etc. - all in order to better become one another.

I met P-Orridge and Lady Jaye a few times, at the weekly Cocktail nights we would host at Art Metropole. My colleague Jordan was introduced to him at the Basel Art Fair and invited him to contribute a project to our Bootleg series, and after that he'd drop by whenever he was in town performing. I think the last time he was there he had already had the breast implants. I was surprised at how soft-spoken he was, gentle and elegant, given his reputation and history, including the title "wrecker of civilization" (which he was called in British Parliament). I remember I was playing a This Mortal Coil record and he very excitedly told me about the obscure folk artist (I can't remember which one, now) who wrote the original song that was being covered. The pair were clearly deeply in love and walked around as though tethered.

Jaye died a little less than a year ago, and I heard that P-Orridge was inconsolable. People would bump into him around NYC, but he was just a wreck. The Radar piece confirms this: apparently he still wears her clothes and uses her cellphone, keeping her outgoing message active.

The article is fascinating, though perhaps a little over the top. I suppose it's difficult to state the importance of P-Orridge's influence without making some dubious claims. Saying he was a performance artist before the genre was named is a little spurious, as it implies pioneer status. 'Live Art' can be traced back to Dada Poetry readings from the beginning of the last century, but is generally considered to have begun in the early sixites, when P-Orridge was still pre-teen. The Viennese Actionists, Fluxus events, Happenings and Body Art were all well established by the time he relocated to London in the early seventies. The term 'performance art' has been used at least as far back as 1974, when the NYC venue The Kitchen included it in one of their brochures. P-Orridges contributions to the genre are usually spoken of in terms of sexuality and self-mutilation, and the similarities to Vito Acconci and Chris Burden. But Acconci's Seedbed (where he masturbated in the gallery) and Chris Burden's Shoot (where he had himself shot) both took place in 1971, so at most P-Orrdige could be seen as having made parallel efforts.

Biographies like this also often cite him as the originator of Acid House, which is a little unlikely. You'd think it would be enough to have started Industrial Music (which, unlike the Acid House claim, is undisputed). P-Orridge (then Neil Megson) founded COUM Transmissions as a performance art collective in Hull, Yorkshire, in early 1970 and they then morphed into Throbbing Gristle (Hull slang for an erection) in 1976. Their debut album was released on their own imprint, Industrial Records, which named a genre of music that spans from Einstürzende Neubauten and Laibach thru to Ministry and Skinny Puppy, all the way to pop cross-overs like Nine Inch Nails and Marilyn Manson.

The article, titled Strange Love (quite an understatement) is here. It's a sad and fascinating story.

This week

2008-08-13T15:26:00.000-07:00

My sweet but small Edinburgh B&B has wireless internet, but it comes and goes, so my blogging will likely be sparse for the next coupla days. The National Post reheats some earlier entries, which can be read here, all week.

In Defense of Vaudevillians

2008-08-13T15:16:00.001-07:00

Cartoons

This war's Ok
In a sweet old fashioned way
Like a game we play

Guilty of something we forgot

I wasn't staring
I was just looking far away
Dazzled by something I forgot

Here, drink this down we've been here way to long
Acting this way is a craft
I'll shut up soon then we'll go home
Covered in band aids and casts

(Kristin Hersh)

Two Reelers

A lot of people love that Jerome
Did you know he missed his comb?
All his life was in pain
Made us laugh he never did complain

Brother Sam was more than OK
Returned once more to save the day
Slicked-back hair he did keep
Making a heep, heep, heep, heep, heep

If all you see is violence
Then I make a plea in their defence
Don't you know they speak vaudevillian?
And for what it is hear what my theory is
Some gibberish it is so serious
What we need is more silly men

Though underrated all the time
Louis was so very fine
Without him, imagine
Did you know he could play the violin?

Most important was brother Moe
He was the one who made it so
He got a Joe and another Joe
He would not quit, he would not quit

And Mr. White heard bad report
And so it ends the two reeler short
Cause you cannot do what you can't
And Mr. White heard bad report
And so it ends the two reeler short
Cause you cannot do what you can't

If all you see is violence
Then I make a plea in their defence
Don't you know they speak vaudevillian?

(Frank Black)

Merriment

an old woman in a wig
and a mule eating a fig
caterpillar on a twig shouldn't flitter
fella hanging from a clock
someone falling from a dock
little ripple showing stock and then we titter
chubby kid upon a trike
opened up the dyke
she nearly lost her water
heals a haggard soul
reflex to cajole
bust your ass to soothe his cancer
then the tragedy within
gets the audience to grin
so you stop to start again but it's ending
shooting one's self in the foot
catch one's self with a fishing hook
elementary textbook comic devices
for the common good
take a little nug
who's to say we should or should not giggle
bless the idiot
that makes us split a gut
roses for the butt of our merriment

(Vic Chesnutt)

Fringe

2008-08-13T14:57:00.000-07:00

I didn't come to Edinburgh for the Fringe Festival, and I haven't invested much time in it, but my first impressions are that it's fucking terrible. It brings in flocks of people to crowd the street and obscures the beauty of the city (see video). It's everything you hate, all together, all at once. There're jugglers and face painters and balloon benders and earnest dance acts, feigning death. There's sub-Shakespeare-in-the-Park calibre Shakespeare, without the park but with McDonalds Drive-thru headsets. There're barbershop quartets and jive-bands performing in front of a banner that reads Say Yes to Life and No to Drugs. And down the main street the crowds hustle you off the streets into oncoming traffic (coming from a direction you're not used to). It looks like a bad mardi gras parade except everyone is dressed up to advertise their performance and pleading with you to come to their their gig. I turned down more handbills in one afternoon than in my entire life before this day. It's like being chased down by a thousand mimes.

However, this evening we went to see Kristin Hersh's performance, which alone would be worth the train ride(s) into town. More on this soon.

Post Pic

2008-08-11T15:55:00.001-07:00

I've just been sent a scan of the National Post piece from today. When shooting this pic the photographer said "pretend you're a disinterested back-alley amputee" and I did my best to oblige.

Post

2008-08-11T01:57:00.000-07:00

The incredible PR company here got me 5 days in the National Post, beginning today.

I was asked to keep a travel diary of my time here, and these are excerpts. If they seem familiar it’s because all of the content has been pillaged from this blog, or from emails I sent home about my trip, coz I had nothing else to say, let alone remember.

To make it more interesting for myself I took their 250 word limit very literally, and each of the 5 entries comes in at exactly 250 words.

(They write the headlines).

Kidnapping, cloning, etc.

2008-08-10T15:26:00.000-07:00

WFMU are pitching the life of Joyce McKinney as a story idea for a film by the Coen Brothers. If you haven't seen it in the news, McKinney was an Appalachian Mormon soft-core porn model and former Miss Wyoming, who, after failing in her bid to woo one of the Osmonds, got together with Kirk Anderson, a 19 year old Mormon classmate. Wracked with guilt over their (apparently plentiful) pre-marital sex, he left her and became a missionary. She hired a private detective, tracked him down to London, and kidnapped him. He was held in a cottage for three days and chained to a bed, where he was repeatedly sexually assaulted. During the sensational trial she had this to offer: "I loved Kirk so much that I would have skied down Mount Everest in the nude with a carnation up my nose."

At the time a woman couldn't be charged with raping a man (her counsel apparently quipped "me thinks the mormon doth protest too much"- yeesh), but McKinney faced kidnapping and other charges. She jumped bail and fled to Canada in 1978 and was sentenced in absentia to one year in prison, but was never heard from again. Until this week.

A "Bernann" McKinney made headlines a few days ago for becoming the first commercial dog cloning customer. A laboratory in South Korea charged her fifty thousand dollars to create five puppies cloned from the ear of her recently deceased pit-bull Booger. The company, RNL Bio, reportedly offered a reduced rate if she assisted them with publicity. Little did they know.

Isaac Hayes, RIP

2008-08-10T14:38:00.001-07:00

Songs About Artists

2008-08-09T15:36:00.000-07:00

Since seeing Jonathan Richman perform in Calgary in June, I haven't been able to get Pablo Picasso out of my head, even though he did a fairly mediocre version of it. I first heard the song by the LA band Burning Sensations, on the soundtrack to Alex Cox' debut film Repo Man, which I haven't re-watched in ages because the DVD comes in a license plate box and sits atop a shelf, away from my other disks. I was wondering how the film held up and checked its Rotten Tomatoes rating. It gets a near-perfect 97%. Cox followed this film with the higher-profile Sid and Nancy, and then pretty much disappeared. Last I heard of him was the time he got fired from Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas, to be replaced by Terry Gilliam. You know your career is in trouble when studios think that Gilliam will be more bankable.

Anyway, here's a live version of Pablo Picasso by Jonathan Richman, followed by covers from David Bowie, the Television Personalities and John Cale. Coincidentally all three have written their own songs about artists. Here are the Youtube clips:

Hello It's Me by Cale and Lou Reed from their Warhol tribute Songs For Drella

David Bowie performing Andy Warhol (not to be confused with Bowie performing as Warhol, which can be seen here)

and Lichtenstein Painting by the Television Personalities.

Lastly, the original Jonathan Richman and the Modern Lovers version, without any video footage, is here.

Other Residencies, 5

2008-08-08T12:45:00.000-07:00

I realized that all of the residency info that I've posted has been for programs that have come and gone, mostly as one-offs (even if they weren't intended that way). Here's one that's forthcoming, though I note that the deadline passed a month ago.

Titled Reverse Pedagogy, the program runs from November 10th to December 5th of this year at the incredible Banff Centre. It's hosted by Winnipeg artist Paul Butler who says he wanted to be “…at an exclusive resort away from the art world where all the participants would be locked in — like “Big Brother,” but not televised. That way we could have 24-hour access, and eating and finding our way home wouldn’t be a challenge. No distractions. There would be a chef, a full gym, and a juice bar. A little karaoke, an endless supply of fireworks, a screening room, bikes, croquet, ball hockey, foosball. We would have all the resources necessary to sculpt, draw, paint, take and print photos, make videos, and ceramics. There would be a full library, and a team of technicians to assist us — like an art school set in paradise, but without any instructors.”

Like at his famed Collage Parties, collaboration will be encouraged, but not expected. Butler will plan leisure activities including a film series, readings, as well as such outdoor activities as skiing, snowboarding, hiking, and taking to the waters at Banff Upper Hot Springs. Participating artists include Dean Baldwin and Kristan Horton, two of my favorite Toronto artists, both of whom I worked with at Mercer Union.

The Thick of It

2008-08-08T11:16:00.000-07:00

One of my favorite television discoveries last year was the BBC 4 political satire The Thick of It. I was watching the 2005 series at the time, but today found a site that streams the December 2007 hour long special. I can't think of a better way to spend a cranky afternoon than watching this, which is the funniest thing I've seen in ages, besting even the very strong series. One of the main characters does not return (apparently the actor is up on kiddie porn charges) so the special spends more time with the opposition party. But Malcolm Tucker is back, the 10 Downing Street 'enforcer', who is rumoured to be based on Alastair Campbell, Tony Blair's spokesperson. He is easily the most unsympathetically vile character on television. The show hires a 'swearing consultant' to ensure his foul language is as accurate and colourful as possible.

Created by Armando Iannucci, who also produced the mock-news shows The Day Today and Time Trumpet, as well as Knowing Me and Knowing You and I'm Alan Partridge, the show is described as Yes, Minister meets Larry Sanders. Imagine The West Wing, if it were:

a) funny
b) good
c) not a vehicle to trumpet the writers' Hollywood version of Liberalism (Republicans initially dubbed it the 'Left Wing', but after 9/11 the producers reportedly tried to be more balanced, which I suspect made it even worse).

An attempted American version of The Thick of It, by Christopher Guest and Arrested Development creator Mitch Hurwitz, failed to materialize. A pilot was shot for ABC but was not picked up and has not aired. Earlier this summer the BBC announced a feature length spin off was going into production, with cast members from the show augmented with James Gandolfini and long time Iannucci collaborator Steve Coogan.

Everything's better in slow motion

2008-08-08T06:23:00.000-07:00

www.youtube.com/watch?v=TdMIsCF_7p0&feature=related

www.youtube.com/watch?v=luydcXrI6fk

Fourth Plinth

2008-08-08T04:01:00.000-07:00

The controversial Fourth Plinth project in London's Trafalgar Square was conceived by the Royal Society of Arts in 1999, after insufficient funds for a previously slated statue could be found, and bickering over who should be honoured with the location left the space empty. The plinth has been home to Turner Prize winner Mark Wallinger's Ecce Homo (a life-size man on a larger than life platform), Regardless of History by Bill Woodrow, Monument by Rachel Whiteread (who cast the plinth itself and reproduced it in transparent resin), Mark Quinn (a marble statue of the armless and near-legless artist Alison Lapper), and Thomas Schutte (an architectural building of coloured glass called Hotel for the Birds). Forthcoming projects include Yinka Shonibare and Antony Gormley (who plans to allow 24 hour a day access to the plinth, one person at a time, an hour each).

According to the Guardian today, these projects are merely seat-warmers for the Queen. A statue of her majesty atop a horse will be commissioned for a permanent sculpture, upon her death.

Alongside the Turner Prize, the Fourth Plinth is one of the more high-profile venues where the debate over contemporary art takes place in the city. Earlier this year, the chief executive of trading house Tullett Prebon, Terry Smith, began campaigning to see a likeness of Air Chief Marshal Sir Keith Rodney Park take up residency on the plinth, in recognition of his work as commander of No. 11 Group RAF during the Battle of Britain. He offered to pay a quarter of a million dollars for a permanent statue acceptable to "ordinary Londoners."

Past-Future Correspondence

2008-08-07T11:02:00.000-07:00

When Roula was cleaning up her studio last month she came across a pad of stationary that our friend, and her previous studio-mate, had obviously had since he was a kid. It had a cartoon character on it and read "from the pen of Pete". So we sent him a letter with it, stealing a joke from season 3 of The Office where Jim sends Dwight a fax, from himself, from the future:

Dwight:

At 8 a.m. today, someone poisons the coffee.

Do not drink the coffee.

More instructions will follow.

Cordially,

Future Dwight

The clip can be watched here. We copied the gag word for word and then watched it play out on Facebook (where Pete gifted a few friends he thought might be responsible with coffee mug icons).

Now, I've just learned of a service that will allow you to send email from the present, to the future. The free service will likely be used mostly to send reminders to oneself, but presumably there are more interesting long-term applications. The site is called Emailfuture.com.

Canada Council for the Arts

2008-08-07T10:41:00.000-07:00

In less salacious Canadian Art news, the CBC reported today that Joseph L. Rotman has appointed head of the Canada Council for the Arts.

The Toronto-born Rotman's name is also often tied to the University of Toronto, one of his alma maters, which re-christened its management school in his honour after a substantial donation by Rotman which led to bringing Richard Florida onto staff.

Koh, Christ, Rupert

2008-08-07T10:28:00.000-07:00

Presumably inspiring many "Christ has risen" tabloid headlines, Terence Koh's sculpture Gone, Yet Still is the subject of a lawsuit from outraged citizen Emily Mapfuwa. She is suing the Baltic Center for Contemporary Art for displaying the work, which features Jesus with an erection. The suit claims that the gallery breached Section 5 of the Public Order Act and offended public decency, the maximum penalty for which is six months in prison and a £5,000 ($10, 226 CDN) fine. Legal experts note that the hearing will be the first test of public decency legislation since the British government did away with the country's dated blasphemy laws in May, and could therefore lead to a landmark case.

Koh, who is the Sobey Award nominee for Ontario, is no stranger to this type of contraversy. In 2006, two of his works — including one that showed the Virgin Mary with a penis at a urinal — were withdrawn from an exhibition at the Royal Academy. His Baltic Center exhibition also featured sculptures of Mickey Mouse and E.T., sporting their own erections.

It reminds me of the sensational Oz trials in Britain in the early seventies. Oz was a kind of underground hippy satirical magazine ran by Richard Neville, Jim Anderson and Felix Dennis. Their offices had been raided by the Obscene Publications Squad several times, but Issue #28, which, amongst other things, featured Rubert Bear with a boner, led to charges being laid and the resulting obscenity trial was the longest in British History. An unusual charge of conspiracy, based on an archaic law, was also added, meaning that the resulting fine or imprisonment had no court defined limits.

The difference here, though, is that this controversial erection was drawn by a child. After criticism that the magazine was becoming out of touch, it made the radical gesture of turning over the editorial role to public school students for a single issue. This resulted in some surprisingly intelligent political opinion, but also, as one would imagine, in a fair amount of toilet humour. 15-year-old student Vivian Berger took a comic by Robert Crumb and added the head of the beloved Rupert Bear to it, which became the centrepiece of the trial:

Lawyer for the defense John Mortimer: You say you did it to shock an older generation? What relevance did Rupert have as a figure or symbol?

Berger: Well, Rupert would probably be known to many generations as the innocent young character who figures in magic fairy tales. Whereas here, he’s just doing what every normal human being does.

Mortimer: Was it part of your intention to show that there was a more down-to-earth side of childhood than some grown-up people are prepared to think?

Berger Oh yes. This is the kind of drawing that goes around every classroom, every day, in every school.

Judge (looking wounded): Do you really mean that?

Berger: Yes, I do mean it. Maybe I was portraying obscenity, but I don’t think I was being obscene myself. If the news covers a war or shows a picture of war, then, for me, they are portraying obscenity—the obscenity of war. But they are not themselves creating that obscenity, because it is the people who are fighting the war that are creating that obscenity. The obscenity is in the action, not in the reporting of it. For example, I consider that the act of corporal punishment is an obscenity. I do not consider that the act of reporting or writing about corporal punishment is obscene.

The trial attracted high profile attention, with comedian Marty Feldman, DJ John Peel, and academic Edward De Bono all testifying on behalf of the defense. John Lennon and Yoko Ono marched in protest against the charges, and contributed financial assistance. The verbatim transcription of the trial reads like a play, and there were much theatrics, including a day when all three defendants appeared wearing rented schoolgirl costumes.

When the trial wrapped up, the "Oz Three" were all found guilty and sentenced to prison. Dennis was given a lesser sentence, because the judge considered him "very much less intelligent" than Neville and Anderson (depending on your point of view, he proved him very right or very wrong by going on to publish the leading men's magazine Maxim). Shortly after the verdicts were handed down they were taken to prison and had their heads shaved (causing further outcry) but were eventually all acquitted on appeal (during which they all wore wigs).

The magazine folded a few years later. Neville has been portrayed by actors Hugh Grant and Cillian Murphy.

Above: the offending comic, and a painting of a book documenting the case, by Roula Partheniou.

Sigur Ros at MOMA

2008-08-07T02:45:00.000-07:00

Last June Sigur Ros performed at the Museum of Modern Art in New York. Today Current TV has a 45-minute video of the performance, which includes brief interview and backstage sequences, here.

Kippy Controversy

2008-08-06T14:10:00.001-07:00

Earlier this week Franz Pahl, the Italian politician who began a hunger strike in protest of a Martin Kippenberger artwork, was hospitalized. Doctors reported that his condition was not serious, but as of yesterday he has ended the strike. Pahl is the president of Trentino-Alto Adige's regional council and refused to eat for eight days because of Kippenberger's 1990 work Zuerst die Füße (Feet First) . The sculpture depicts a crucified frog holding a mug of beer and an egg, and went on display at Bolzano's Museion Museum of Modern and Contemporary Art at the end of May. Pahl, who is up for reelection soon, says the work is offensive to the region's Catholics.

The exhibition opened in May and after protests the work, displayed in the entrance hall, was veiled but not removed as demanded. Later it was moved to a gallery on the third floor. Newspaper articles about the controversy were posted around the work. These gestures did nothing to appease the anger. In addition to the hunger strike there is a petition circulating which has been signed by more than ten thousand citizens calling for the immediate removal of the sculpture.

Other controversial crucifixion works include performances by Marina Abramovic and Hermann Nitsch, and of course, Andreas Serrano's Piss Christ.

Celestial eavesdropping

2008-08-06T12:29:00.000-07:00

"A graphic design agency is employed to create a billboard advertising an unused frequency on the radio dial, which will produce white noise static, hiss & crackle. The work is an instructional performance piece, where the audience is the performer (the turning of the dial) and the sound is composed by the universe. At least one percent of all radio and television static is cooling radiation from the Big Bang, echoes of Genesis.

In 1964 physicists Arno Penzias and Robert Wilson, working for Bell Laboratories in New Jersey, discovered unidentifiable background 'noise' with a radio telescope. Mystified, they began a process of elimination which ruled out stars, galaxies, interference from local signals, even bird droppings on their antenna. The source lacked the energy output of celestial phenomena and the noise was isotropic - coming from everywhere in the sky at once. Their eventual conclusion was that the noise was residual radiation from the Big Bang. The low energy level explained by it having been created over 13 billion years ago. The two published their findings in the Astrophysical Journal in 1965 and were awarded the Nobel Prize in Physics thirteen years later."

This piece is one of three contributions I have to the LOLA festival in London, Ontario, later this fall. The others are Pop Quiz and Life and Death (more on that in a later post). Also taking part are my friends Laurel Woodcock and Kelly Mark, as well as half a dozen other visual artists. The event is curated by Paul Walde. Musical performers include Sandro Perri, Holy Fuck and DoMaySayThink.

Paradoxical Undressing

2008-08-06T10:29:00.000-07:00

Next week I’m going to Preston to give a lecture, and then spending a coupla nights in Edinburgh, which happens to coincide with the Fringe Festival. I hope to see Ian Hamilton Finlay's Little Sparta (which, according to the Guardian last week is not only Finlay's best work but "Scotland's greatest work of contemporary art"), William McGonagall's grave, and Martha Rosler's library (which I attended in Manhattan a coupla years ago, and really enjoyed).

But I'm most looking forward to seeing Kristin Hersh perform at Cabaret Voltaire, as part of the Edge Festival. Though not mentioned near as often as other musicians on this blog (or the one I wrote for Mercer Union, previously), she is far and away my favorite singer-songwriter. For those not familiar with her work, here's a lil primer:

In 1981, when she was fifteen years old, Hersh formed the band Throwing Muses with her step-sister Tanya Donnelly, in Newport, Rhode Island. They self-released a demo tape known as The Doghouse Cassette which came to the attention of Ivo Watts-Russell, who ran the influential 4AD label (then home to Nick Cave and the Birthday Party, Cocteau Twins, This Mortal Coil, Dead Can Dance, Colin Newman, Bauhaus and Wolfgang Press). He offered to sign the band, who became the first American act on the label. Their eponymous debut was released in 1986, to much critical acclaim. The songs featured unorthodox structures, shifting tempos, and stark, candid lyrics. Hersh's writing, playing and vocals were offset by Donnelly's pop sensibilities and harmonies, and by the unique drumming of David Narcizo (who, at times, looked like he was trying to nail his kit to the floor).

The next year they released both The Fat Skier and the Changes Chained EP (now grouped together on one CD), and House Tornado the year after that. Their first album to crack to the top 100, Hunkpapa, was released in 1988. It had some great songs on it (Devil's Roof, Santa Claus and a near-hit, Dizzy) but was marred by weak production and the unfortunate choice of adding horns and keyboards. This was followed by The Real Ramona and the single Counting Backwards, which came backed with a track called Cottonmouth, which is my favorite b-side of all time.

Prior to this record Donnelly formed The Breeders as a side-project band with Kim Deal (of the Pixies) and released the Steve Albini produced Pod. After The Real Ramona, which featured Donnelly's most popular Muses song (Not Too Soon), she left both bands to form Belly, who went on to considerable (though short-lived) success.

The Muses continued on as a trio, releasing the stripped down Red Heaven, perhaps the group's most consistent effort since their debut. The next record would be the acoustic solo record Hips and Makers and following this Hersh released both Muses records and solo albums and also formed another band, the heavier 50 Foot Wave.

Of the later Throwing Muses records University was both the strongest, and the most popular, spawning a minor alternative hit called Bright Yellow Gun. Hips and Makers and Strange Angels (co-produced with Joe Henry) are the best of the acoustic albums. Sunny Border Blue and the recent Learn to Sing Like A Star are the standout non-acoustic solo recordings.

Hersh also self-released a brilliant record of Appalachian songs called Murder, Misery and Then Goodnight in 1998. A decade later, the follow-up is expected this year. These were songs that her father would sing to her as a child, the type of lullabies and murder ballads found on Harry Smith’s classic Folkways collection.

Hersh has collaborated with Michael Stipe of REM (who sang back-up on Your Ghost), Xiu Xiu, Vic Chesnutt, and Bob Mould. The Throwing Muses are cited as an influence by Radiohead, and both The Flaming Lips and the Pixies used to open for them. They’re just still waiting for the their ‘Fight Club’ moment. Hersh has three records in Pitchfork’s Top 100 of the nineties (two Muses, one solo) and Spin Magazine has included the debut record in their top 100 alternative albums of all time book.

The performance in Edinburgh is called Paradoxical Undressing, named after the phenomenon where hypothermia victims become confused and disoriented, and begin shedding their clothes. The performance will include spoken word, film, music and essays, with Hersh reading excerpts from her forthcoming memoir, detailing her teenage years grappling with mental illness, pregnancy and life in the music business.

Her Myspace page is here. The CASH Music project - Coalition of Artists and Stakeholders (again, presumably influencing Radiohead) website is here. Everything else (including many downloadable songs) can be found at www.kristinhersh.com.

Talking Heads Remix

2008-08-04T04:33:00.001-07:00

When I first met Mike I noticed a copy of David Byrne's book Arboretum in his studio and we started talking about Byrne and the Talking Heads. His passion for their music, coupled with the release of the new Eno/Byrne collaboration (which is supposed to launch today, with a free download) and the new Byrne song which is actually getting radioplay even here in Dufftown (I'm hearing it in convenience stores - its probably due to the excellent video) I've been revisiting their material.

He burnt me a nice remix he did of Naive Melody, always one of my favorite Talking Heads' songs. It's a great contented love song (home is where I want to be but I guess I'm already there) with some strangely romantic lines (sing into my mouth). Laurel Woodcock is basing a billboard around one of the lyrics for the LOLA project in London which I am contributing to. More about that soon.

So I got the urge to remix a song myself, something I've never done before without having access to some of the isolated tracks (like a 12" single that included an a cappella version, for example). I chose Papa Legba from the most underrated of the band's albums, True Stories. I always thought it was a great soundtrack to a a great film. Radiohead took their name from one of the songs and it spawned a few hit singles but is generally considered an embarrassment. Byrne himself says he wishes he just released the film versions. I'm quite happy to have both (especially now that I've hunted down the kids choir version of Hey Now).

I've been thinking a lot about constraints lately so I set myself the following:

I could not incorporate sounds from outside sources, the instrumentation had to remain from the original and from the Pop Staples film version. I cheated a little - I used canned cymbals because they were impossible to isolate from the original and I added a little bit from Byrne's demo version, which I suppose is still a primary source (well, moreso, even).

The final remix should be shorter than the original, not longer.

It should take no more time than I might waste watching a movie.

I'm pretty happy with the final result, which is posted here.

Papa Legba, or Legba Atibon, Atibon Legba, Ati-Gbon Legba, is, in Haitian Voodoo, the intermediary between the Ioa/lwa and humanity. He stands at a spiritual crossroads and gives (or denies) permission to speak with the spirits of Guinee. He is a master linguist, trickster and warrior. The standard petition to Legba is

Papa Legba, open the door
Your children await
Open the door Papa Legba
So that I may pass
When I return, I will thank the loa

which is where the chorus lyric is derived from.

This quote from Tommy Johnson (often misattributed to Robert Johnson) describes how one strikes a deal with Legba in return for guitar playing prowess:

"If you want to learn how to make songs yourself, you take your guitar and your go to where the road crosses that way, where a crossroads is. Get there be sure to get there just a little ' fore 12 that night so you know you'll be there. You have your guitar and be playing a piece there by yourself. A big black man will walk up there and take your guitar and he'll tune it. And then he'll play a piece and hand it back to you. That's the way I learned to play anything I want."

This weekend

2008-08-02T07:41:00.000-07:00

A number of writing deadlines are fast approaching (National Post, a text for Kelly Mark's forthcoming - and long overdue - retrospective monograph, etc.) but this weekend is turning out to be the busiest I've had here. Last night was the opening for the first exhibition held at the Glenfiddich onsite gallery, featuring work by Mike, Chenwe, Jin and Martina. It was a nice event, with a decent sized crowd, finger food and excellent mojitos. My friend Derek Sullivan and five other artists from a residency in nearby Lumsden cabbed in to see the show. It was nice to see a familiar face from Toronto. Tonight a number of us are going to take a bus into Elgin to see Andy's band play their first local gig. Then tomorrow night they're hosting a big dinner for us in the dining hall with the CEO of William Grant and Sons, Peter Gordon (great great grandson to founder William Grant).

Words and Music

2008-08-01T14:40:00.000-07:00

I suspect it's brilliant (and the premise certainly is - using Alvin Lucier's I am Sitting in a Room and Kylie Minogue's Can't Get You Out of My Head to tell the history of pop) but I'm having trouble getting through Paul Morley's book Words and Music. I respect his knowledge, admiration and pure love of pop music, but his writing style is more akin to free-jazz. The book suffers from pretentious prose experiments, excessive list-making, and digressions upon digressions.

These are all, I understand, exactly (italics, please) what people admire about this book, and what sets it apart from humdrum music journalism. I could take a few cheap shots to make my case (quoting unfortunate lines like “from the hip of Elvis Presley to the lips of Eminem”) but that's sort of besides the point. The book is authoritative and scholarly, just highly idiosyncratic. It's almost as if he's trying to emulate his mentor Tony Wilson, who Morley eulogized as being "so full of life, so full of himself". The phrase could easy describe the book. It's alive and overflowing with ideas but also has its head up its own ass. Morely comes across as a better thinker than communicator.

Also, I've just never particularly cottoned to the type of gonzo music journalism that sprung from Crawdaddy and Cream in the seventies, with writers like Lester Bangs, Nick Tosches and Richard Meltzer (though I have friends who swear by them). They always felt like music-writers' writers, forever forging new ground for - and subverting - the genre. Meltzer, for example, is known for reviewing concerts and albums that he did not attend or listen to. Part of me appreciates the piss-take, but mostly it comes across as indulgent. Yes, I want my music journalism smart and insightful, and I want it well written, but that's about it.

And then I realize that I may have inadvertently hit upon a central theme in the book (I don't know, I'm not far enough in). This is quite probably the same thing that most listeners require of their pop music. They simply want it to function, whether that means something that they can dance to or something that they hum along with. They don't require that it be 'important' or break any new ground. They're looking for something utilitarian, not an art form.

So the book has been useful for that small revelation, at least. I'll continue reading it, but I may start to skim.

Flaming Lips version of the KM song: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vFREWbwgIMA

New Flickr Photos

2008-08-01T03:25:00.001-07:00

Three goats, a dozen cows and two hundred and fifty thousand barrels. More pictures from yesterday's walk, here.

A Drink To Us (When We're Both Dead) -update-

2008-07-31T11:09:00.000-07:00

This morning I met with Ian Millar (whose title at Glenfiddich is Global Brand Ambassador & Master Distiller, I believe) for the first time. We've been communicating via email and his suggestions have been invaluable. He toured me around a warehouse I hadn't yet been to, and gave me an extensive history of the whiskey barrel. I also learned more about the strict rules of the Scotch Whiskey Association (who, just a few months ago stopped a Nova Scotia company from using a name that sounded too Scottish).

Apparently if a distillery wished to switch to square shaped barrels, to aid in storage and stacking, they would have to prove that there is a traditional precedent, otherwise their product cannot be called Scotch Whiskey. The SWA acts almost like a union, protecting the industry, but seems to operate on a heritage mandate. Presumably this means a big part of any Research and Development team would have to be historical research - as the onus is on the company proposing an innovation to prove it is based on historic precedent.

We talked about planning to re-cask the spirit after fifty years, and also revisited the idea of burial. I proposed this a few weeks back but it was rejected as the whiskey would not be able to breathe underground. Ian's suggestion today is that we bury among stones, which will allow breathing but prevent evaporation, allow a cool temperature and reduce storage costs (the added benefit of 'excavation' in a hundred years time is almost incidental). To move forward with this I will need to have a letter of comfort from the Customs Excise, who are located in Elgin. Their main concern during inspections is to ensure that the spirit cannot be taken from the site (they require barred windows, doors mustn't have exterior bolts, etc.), thus depriving them of future duty. Presumably a buried barrel is as safe as any, especially in a secure warehouse.

I asked where I might find these 'fist-sized stones' that he proposes and he suggests the bed of the Fiddich river, and points me in the direction. Below are a few photos from along the way, my first tourist shots here, really. I'll post more to Flickr shortly.

Two Toronto publishers

2008-07-31T09:45:00.000-07:00

Bywater Bros Editons began eight years ago with the publication of this multiple by David Shrigley. Titled Swan, it's a signed, unlimited edition, selling for $250. A similar cast-resin piece by Euan Macdonald followed the year later and subsequent editions include Annette Kelm, Jonathan Monk, Tim Lee, Johannes Wohnseifer and Richard Prince. Bywater has also published books by Kelm, Monk, Shrigley, Wohnseifer and Prince, as well as a co-production (with the Power Plant) of Pure Consciousness by On Kawara. Yesterday they launched a brand new website, which illustrates all of the editions, many of which are still available for purchase.

Paul and Wendy Projects began last year and have already published three excellent prints, with another three projects on the way. The site features available silkscreens by The Royal Art Lodge, Michael Dumontier and, most-recently, Neil Farber. Forthcoming editions include Tucker Nichols, Jason McLean and Micah Lexier. The first three are all priced at $250, with the RAL print (pictured below) almost sold-out.

File-sharing Article in the Guardian

2008-07-31T09:21:00.000-07:00

Today the Guardian published "Illegal filesharing: A suicide note from the music industry" by Toronto author/activist Cory Doctorow, condemning the recent collaboration between net providers and the music industry (there they're often the same here in the UK: Virgin) to punish file-sharers. This will involve serious invasions into our privacy (which the War on Terror has acclimatized us to) and eventually will see service providers cutting off customers who engage in file-swapping. I always imagine a parent who works from home to support his/her family discovering s/he no longer has access to the internet because one of the kids downloaded a few too many albums.

Potential abuses of this new power of surveillance are frightening, also. Of course there are industry assurances that it will only be used to monitor downloading, but that rings a little hollow, given recent stories about the NSA terrorist suspect list topping a million Americans, or security camera operators found mostly zooming in on women in skirts. When police tazers were introduced we were promised they were a humane addition the officer's arsenal: now he could use non-lethal force to subdue a suspect. However, there are frequent reports of Tazer deaths, including just two days when a 19 year old boy was tazered 19 times after falling from a bridge and breaking his back.

As Doctorow suggests, "A gun on the mantle in act one is bound to go off by act three."

I'm bracing for this type of agreement in North American, particularly if the Democrats take power. The entertainment industry might be to the Democrats what Big Oil are to the Republicans: big campaign donors, expecting something in return.

Running Through the Museum

2008-07-31T08:33:00.000-07:00

Jean-Luc Godard's Bande à part (1964)

Bernardo Bertolucci's The Dreamers (2003)

Martin Creed's Work no. 850 (Tate Britain, 2008)