albums
-peaking lights, 936
-africa hitech, 93 million miles & out in the streets (vip)
-rene hell, the terminal symphony
-wet hair, in vogue spirit
-oneohtrix point never, replica
-prurient, bermuda drain & time's arrow
-pete swanson, man with potential
-perfume, jpn
-1958-2009, 1958-2009 (lp)
reissues / repackagings / discoveries / unearthings
-roberto cacciapaglia, the ann steel album
-ghostwriters, objects in mirrors are closer than they appear & music from no man's land
-the other people place, lifestyles of the laptop cafe
-the other people place / mystic tribe a.i., sunday night live at the laptop cafe
-various artists, play that beat mr. raja: selected oddities from the tamil film industry (1984 - 1991)
-sohail rana, khyber mail
-william onyeabor, anything you sow
eps / tapes / singles / downloads
-jeff grace, meek's cutoff original score
-lucky dragons, shape tape
-cuffs, 4 track demos
-tin man, acid test 01
-sfv acid, new west coast
-ceephax acid crew, the unstoppable phax machine
-dmx krew, that was harder than i expected
-kfw, regaining composure / negating freedom
-personable, human disco
-human hands, fatal horizon
-positive shadow tapes
-mark lord tapes
-dust / five mask / lady19 tapes & downloads
-cavelife / crushed velvet rope ladder labels
tracks
-takuya matsumoto, "jump rope music"
-session victim, "good intentions"
-cold cave, "confetti"
-lil b, "motivation"
-asap rocky, "peso"
-chymera, "ellipsis"
-g-side, "im sorry :("
-ital, "ital's theme"
-knee deep, "all about love"
-mount kimbie, "at least (instra:mental remix)"
and all the k/j-pop tracks from a few posts ago. seriously, check those out, they are all incredible.
11.28.2011
11.22.2011
10.31.2011
10.17.2011
madison zinefest 2011
madison zinefest 2011 swiftly approaches. i was at my practicum at beloit college, and all of these printouts were going to be used as scrap paper., which i thought was nonsense. so i rescued them, and maegan helped me turn them into a clutch of hand-colored / lettered / drawn flyers. no two are the same. i like them.
now they are up around campus, again, thanks to maegan. exclusive. limited ed. holy cow.
the evening before, on the 21st, there will be an excellent event at project lodge. john porcellino speaking, a ton of rad guys from chicago playing synth jams. it'll be a strange two-headed monster. will i be hoisted by my own petard? come and see! info for that is here.
no zines or minicomics or tapes from me at zinefest, which bums me out. grad school is a killer. i am going to try to make time next semester / over break, make up lost ground.
10.07.2011
8.29.2011
8.12.2011
heavy
holy cow...
"Winsor McCay spoke the saddest and greatest last words of any cartoonist. (Number two is Osamu Tezuka: “I’m begging you, let me work!”) McCay lived to draw; his greatest fear, he often said, was of losing that ability. On a July evening in 1934, the 65-year-old cartoonist called downstairs to his wife, “It’s gone, Mother! Gone, gone, gone!” He had just suffered a stroke that paralyzed his right side. Shortly afterwards, he suffered a second stroke, from which he never recovered."
from the hooded utilitarian poll of greatest comics ever
beautiful and haunting last words on both accounts. beautiful in the sense that these guys loved their work with all their hearts, haunting in the sense that death meant the end of their joy in creation. i sort of wish i had that kind of dedication to a craft, but i am also thankful that my brain is not that obsessive.
i've been thinking of starting a tumblr. should i do that?
"Winsor McCay spoke the saddest and greatest last words of any cartoonist. (Number two is Osamu Tezuka: “I’m begging you, let me work!”) McCay lived to draw; his greatest fear, he often said, was of losing that ability. On a July evening in 1934, the 65-year-old cartoonist called downstairs to his wife, “It’s gone, Mother! Gone, gone, gone!” He had just suffered a stroke that paralyzed his right side. Shortly afterwards, he suffered a second stroke, from which he never recovered."
from the hooded utilitarian poll of greatest comics ever
beautiful and haunting last words on both accounts. beautiful in the sense that these guys loved their work with all their hearts, haunting in the sense that death meant the end of their joy in creation. i sort of wish i had that kind of dedication to a craft, but i am also thankful that my brain is not that obsessive.
i've been thinking of starting a tumblr. should i do that?
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