Tuesday, July 31, 2007
Trail of my ancestors, vol 1
It was the first time I'd ever been to any of these places. More posts to follow soon.
And I’m wishing it would stay a little longer
My hand is holding my head up, and it’s hard to get up
Thinking about the things that I have to get done.
Trying to find somebody to sell my troubles to
There’s got to be somebody for troubles like this
What’s a tired man to do?
I’m watching the ants working hard all day
Carrying their dead far and away
The truth is so clear for those little soldiers
As they go by I keep getting older.
Ezekial's chariot
Im in transit. 2 days to from fort nelson to vancouver island where Ill pick up the highbred before blazing across this land to the giant peg that protrudes like a gigantik needle from the prairy wasteland. Since damon's death there has been non-stop mojo acceleration.
Currently Im at level four. Perhaps level seven can be reached before the summer is over.
buy tickets sell tickets pray at midnight
joe do you want to open with the angel of death?
fudge the bullshite
work harder. this isnt a joke. I went to the pool of the black star nubile pixie maidens skinny dipping with the thundergod raiden.
taking fungus and trancing out the real world isn't dark or light and yet...
unreal superreal. mega-real. not-real. louis riel
What about a projection device? Do we have such? Some sort of projection device projecting randomness behind us. Is this possible?
does jo mills play the bongo?
please focus and have faith
Monday, July 30, 2007
FolkFest Musing #2
Do all these meetings at the Festival
add up to anything?
When you see a person
over and over again
and it is the person
you have been thinking about
is it just your silent wish
that brings them near?
I have not been following
the keeper of my affection
yet I have found her every day
in some new corner.
On the first day
I dared not speak to her,
there is something mysterious
and powerful about her
that makes me shy away
even as I am profoundly attracted.
On the second day
at a workshop stage
one of her friends flitted by my view
and returned to sit by her
in a very obvious way
drawing my eyes;
I was almost thinking it was intentional
but how could so beautiful a creature
be sending such signals to me?
On the third day
I sat across the table from her
in the backstage beer tent,
there were some people I knew
but also didn't really know
sitting between us;
I did my best to be gregarious
although it's not really in my nature.
On the last day
I wandered through the Handmade Village
looking for gifts,
all of a sudden she was right beside me
buying herself a brilliant green belt-buckle
to match the colour of her incredibly sexy eyes;
I made small talk but could not say
what was burning through my mind,
and when I turned around for a moment
to collect myself
she disappeared.
Will I see her again in the city,
or am I just the victim
of a cruel trick played by Pan?
Sunday, July 29, 2007
Saturday, July 28, 2007
Friday, July 27, 2007
Wonderland is hiring.
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Graffiti from France circa 1968, collected by the Bureau of Public Secrets
"In a society that has abolished every kind of adventure, the only adventure that remains is to abolish the society."
"The liberation of humanity is all or nothing."
"No replastering, the structure is rotten."
"Masochism today takes the form of reformism."
"Reform my ass."
"Humanity won't be happy until the last capitalist is hung with the guts of the last bureaucrat."
"The passion of destruction is a creative joy."
"This concerns everyone."
"Coming soon to this location: Charming ruins."
"Anarchy is me."
"Be realistic, demand the impossible."
"Arise, ye wretched of the university."
"I suspect G-d of being a leftist intellectual."
"The economy is wounded - I hope it dies"
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
Tuesday, July 24, 2007
Monday, July 23, 2007
Sunday, July 22, 2007
Lenore
is
gold
honey
street light
dressing
the clement path
moonlight
is
at the whim of clouds
tonight
is
purple grey
in the vestibule
vigil
of shifting light
Show Review (AlfA post #2871)
(pic is of Righteous Ike at the Label-- April 2005... not last night's show).
So,
last night I was privvy to a swell musical event.
I was planning to stay in and go to sleep early.
Then I remembered the Righteous Ike was playing at Times.
I quickly jumped on my falling-apart $400 brand new bike, and pedalled down in the 11 pm heat, with the chain falling off four times on the way over.
Saw the Skybird Band, featuring our very own Sky on guitar vocals. yowsers. a drummer (alf) who keeps relentless, energetic beats, without much in the way of flourishes or rolls--just a straightforward, intuitive metronomic sound. A lovely bassist (catherine, i think) who is so good you almost forget she's there sometimes. and our man sky fronting the show. lively, but never overpowering. subtle background music that, as soon as you stop to listen (dylan-like) blows you away both musically and lyrically. country, raggae, pop. i was very impressed.
then... after an appropriate, dramatic break.... he takes the stage. Righteuous Ike, the living legend. A weird, swaggering sexuality. Brilliant guitar work, understated vocals (poet Patrick Friesen, in his book St. Mary at Main, wrote of Ike "always playing a half-note beneath what he feels", and it's so true). Two amazing musicians w/ him (Carmichael and Scoles), and the end result is brilliance.
Ike told me recently that he's called "righteous" b/c a waitress at the Blue Note/Fat Angel called him that, since, during his shows, he used to tell people not to swear so much, and to love each other and be good and kind. These days he doesn't say that anymore, or talk much at all on stage, his music still more or less says the same thing.
in short, a groovy beat you can dance to. i give it 4.25/5. heehee...
the end. :)
Friday, July 20, 2007
Can you picture that
Thursday, July 19, 2007
Be a Witness
Come with me and I will make you fishers of men!
Last night I was at a party where everyone was naked around a massive fire
jumping over it I clicked my heels
I had fireball wiskey
and it started to rain
like a mother
Hey that girl has ornaments on her nipples
yesterday i carried heavy loads
bound to my back
as a swarm of terrible flies
ate me
I screamed in fury
no one could hear
Did sasquatch?
I have a chariot
like the pharoah
my horses are invisible
concealed within the machine
they drink gas
Im a good driver
i flipped the Honda
on my face
and bled from my nose
on gravel
how foolish
and sexy!
everynight i scheme
a suicidal plan
for a rock show
that will blow our minds
and turn us into
smoke
Someone said,
behold the lamb of god
Simon Magus was a gnostic
How do you make a land claim? I keep hearing this rumour that if you ask nicely the Queen will give you a peice of land in the middle of nowhere as long as you promise to take care of it. Lets build a pyramid
Im chasing the chaser into the valley of death. BURNING MAN at the end of august. Who's chasing me? Have you people heard of this festival?
Hey Christian Enright:
you got your hat and tails? Or will you be a giant bunny?
You should be arranging your words and shining your shoes
theme:
death, godkings, sex, drugs, shamanism, summer, apocalypse, war, love, power, egypt
key point: slow down your delivery, my brain operates with joyful lethargy. Read your lines sloth-style so that my pet snail can apreciate
lines sands through the hourglass so are the days of our deaths
Wednesday, July 18, 2007
RBC Painting Competition 2007
click on the link above to see the semi-finalists for the RBC painting competition this year.
(pretty cool, Shaun Morin and Melanie Rocan are both semi-finalists!)
And the show is coming to the WAG in October!
Missing Victor Pellerin
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Good Bye Albert
Last Updated: Friday, July 6, 2007 9:09 AM CT
CBC News
The Royal Albert Arms Hotel in Winnipeg's Exchange District has been sold, and the new owner is considering turning the venerable live music venue into a boutique hotel and condo complex. Winnipeg entrepreneur Daren Jorgenson has had his eye on "the Albert" for the past three years; he owns a salon and spa next door.
He convinced the hotel's current owner to sell a few weeks ago. Jorgenson takes possession at the end of the year, and he's already making plans for the 94-year-old building, longtime home to a gritty hotel and punk music venue.
"The first thing we want to do is to rip off the front windowpaned enclosure there that really hides a lot of the historical work of the building," he said.
Jorgenson is still tossing around ideas for his redevelopment of the four-storey hotel and bar. He's dedicated to preserving the history of the building, and hopes to keep the live music element that has made the Albert famous in recent decades.
"We feel that we have the right strategies to mix functionality, professionalism, sexiness, edginess at this one location," Jorgenson said.
"If somehow it was restored a bit and made nicer, but still had that edginess to it, I think there's a whole generation of people that would love to go back and enjoy what they enjoyed 20 years ago."
Saturday, July 14, 2007
GODKINGS FORM VOLTRON
UNITE ORGANIZE!
COnsolidate.
Did someone print the tickets?
Are the bands all in and organized?
POSTERS POSTERS
AUGUST 10:
rocket circus
Minglers
Mayor Matt Allen
Smok Tygre
Godkings
Phone each other, plan discuss, THis is big stuff!!
Frday the 13 I flipped the quad straight up airborne and back over full weight on my face! It's all good.
SERIOUSLY Please send me a report to ease my mind thtat organiziation is running smoothly. Ill check again in 4 days.
Friday, July 13, 2007
A Sudden Gust of Wind (after Hokusai), by Jeff Wall
Jeff Wall is a contemporary Cdn photographer, perhaps one of the best known living Cdn artists today, and part of the Vancouver School of photoconceptualists. This is a reconstruction of a famous work by Hokusai.
In lots of his work, he reconstructs (or constructs) scenes down to small details. Other famous works include "The Dead Speak", in which he reconstructs a photo of a Soviet army troop ambushed and killed by Afghan fighters, except that in his image, the dead soldiers talk, laugh, smoke cigarettes, etc.
The Wave, by Hokusai, 1760-1849
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Folk Fest Musing
scantly clad satyrs and nymphs
dance and make love
the music of celebration is everywhere
wine and whiskey flow like water
drums pound out mystic rhythm
the whole night long.
In the morning the sun blasts through
an endless prairie sky is painted with wispy cirrus
hemmed in by scrubby trees in lush green leaf
Orpheus's song is carried on the wind
his lyre inspiring all these beautiful people
to just be together here
now under the powerful midsummer's sun.
The tan and toned, the buxom and blubbery
babies, ancients, all races and creeds
in a magic city that appears on the plain
like a mirage that shimmers and pulses
only to disappear after four short days
a ghost station whose signal is audible
just long enough to make you believe again.
More Pics
Here's a few more desktop photos for you all. The whole set can be seen by clicking here, and there are a few more than what I've posted here.