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Monday, June 14, 2010
You Have to Die to Be Reborn
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
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Monday, April 12, 2010
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Earth: The Final Frontier
Or, Notes Towards a Psychedelic Biology
Let me be perfectly clear: I hate this song. I'm not saying it's not good. I'm saying I feel plagued and violated when I listen to it. But it is a perfect introduction to today's topic: the weirdness of the animal world. Jonsi, lead singer of Sigur Ros, sings here about wanting to be transformed into a kind of beast-boy, describing, as pitchfork notes, his new animal life with a Disneyian saccharinity.
Talking about becoming an animal is one example of a grand thematics of escapism that's been operating in popular music for the last decade or so, and you can count Animal Collective as properly the most original proprietors of this trend. Besides becoming-animal, other recent trends of this escapism in music include: primitivism, rural-backwoods qualities, folk revivals, psychedelia, cosmic themes, 80s nostalgia, the fairy-tale fantastical (skulls, dreamcatchers, magic spells, wizards).
Now, one reason why something becomes suddenly popular as an aesthetic object is that it's become so strange, forgotten and alienated for a particular culture that it becomes ripe again as a foreign territory. This is, I argue, what's happened to animal life and nature in general. In the twenty-first century, our own earth has become a strange planet, a psychedelic landscape. Once it's become strange, it's ripe again for cultural exploration. Science has never stopped exploring the planet, but now we're at a moment when biology and other earth-sciences are ready to interbreed with art and culture in new ways.
Let's see how the current historical moment is marked by this new intersection. It's not only musical, it's there in fashion, TV and cinema as well.
Take, for example, the late Alexander McQueen's near-final collection for Spring 2010.
One of many testaments to McQueen's brilliance, the collection, entitled Plato's Atlantis, envisioned a Waterworld-like scenario in which the earth has become flooded by global warming, and humans have subsequently evolved into new life forms. McQueen interiorizes and transforms the psychedelic patterns of insect and animal bodies into something radically new.
On television, anyone with cable or a bittorrrent client will tell you that the most psychedelic thing going right now is the BBC documentary series Life. A follow-up to the groundbreaking series Planet Earth, Life shows the animal and plant worlds in jaw-dropping digital precision, unveiling wholly unseen realms of color and movement.
in this typically mindblowing sequence from Life where, sped up via timelapse, monster worms and sea stars devour a seal.
In film, the occult significance of James Cameron's Avatar is that Pandora is already planet Earth - you can almost imagine Sam Worthington's character discovering the Statue of Liberty on the beach and yelling "you damn dirty apes!".
Avatar is Earth psychedelicized. Look, for example, at folk paintings that depict experiences of the Amazon jungle while on the shaman drug ayahuasca: they look remarkably like the world of Pandora, right down to the blue and purple hues.
by Pablo Amaringo, acclaimed Peruvian artist/shaman
If in 2010 the traditional idea of science-fiction is almost superfluous, it's not only because we've got so much technology that we're already living in the future, it's that a contemporary vision of earth, not space, as the final frontier contributes to an understanding that life on earth is already a science-fiction story. The possibility of life developing on earth and the fact that humans explore this earth cataloging the strange abundant wealth of its life: it's already a hypothetical scenario, a fiction about cosmic mystery and the adventures of scientific practice.
Thursday, April 1, 2010
Junkies and Junk Food
With uncanny timing, the latest episode of South Park comes on the heels of a recently-published scientific report comparing the addictive quality of junk food to that of cocaine.
Published in Nature Neuroscience, the study, in which different groups of lab rats were tested for their responses to healthy and junk food diets, supports the idea that "compulsive-like eating behavior can emerge in extended-access rats in a manner analogous to the compulsive cocaine-taking seen in rats with a history of extended access to the drug." Seems the group of rats given only junk food became addicted enough that the rats would ignore deterrents like electric shocks in order to get their fix. The scientists build an analogy: today's junk food is to food a hundred years ago what cocaine is to the cacao leaf: processed, extracted, intensified to produce that mainline rush.
In the episode "Medicinal Fried Chicken," Cartman plays exactly this sort of rat. When he finds out that KFC has been made illegal in Colorado, he spirals into an abyssal panic and will stop at nothing to get his fix. In his autobiographical novel "Junky," William Burroughs says that "you don't know what junk is, until you've been junk sick." When Cartman descends into his own junk-food sickness, he winds up working for a Scarface-like underground KFC drug ring, hustling dealers, usurping his boss, and powwowing with a Pablo Escobar-tinged Colonel Sanders. Meanwhile Kyle's dad is possessed enough at the thought of legal weed that he gives himself ball cancer in order to procure a doctor's note. The doctor, perplexed by the subsequent rise in ball cancer among the father's friends, now thinks that, with junk food gone, he realizes what junk is: junk food was in fact keeping South Park ball cancer-free. In a characteristically dialectical twist, KFC is reinstated as MFC, medicinal fried chicken - the relation between food and substance undergoes a double inversion indexed by the very double-meaning of "junk." Food and drug are interrelated - no wonder we have a government entity called the Food and Drug Administration.
Monday, March 29, 2010
This is your cat. This is your cat on drugs.
Tell me this isn't an ad for ketamine.
This starts with a dog but ends up with cats in a psychedelic cosmos.
I love the feline face-melt here, when the cats get too high and start chasing imaginary mice.
Thursday, March 25, 2010
Barborka
Deep Gaida
Glass Candy - Feeling Without Touching
Glass Candy - 'Feeling Without Touching' from Travis Peterson on Vimeo.
The first official video for Glass Candy now that they've settled into their synth-pop phase after long abandoning their no-wave death-punk incarnation. This video is aight, it looks like an American Apparel ad I guess. The song, however, is magic.
The Cosmic American
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
"self-copulation, record collection"
Monday, March 1, 2010
Thurs: Sharks & Minnows pool party
We're psyched to invite you to round two of Sharks & Minnows pool party at the Grace Hotel on Thurs March 4th! Last time was great and we're looking forward to having you at this midtown artificial paradise. Come take a dip in the heated indoor pool, warm up in the sauna or get baked in the steam room. Swimwear will really come in handy for the full experience, but if you're feelin shy you can hang poolside or take a drink at the bar.
Music handled by Night Plane DJs: William deals current cosmic, Harry drops classic acid.
Grace Hotel 125 W. 45th St btw 6th & 7th
Thurs March 4th, 8pm-1am
No Cover
Sunday, February 21, 2010
Nanocultures
Monday, February 15, 2010
This Thurs: Pool Party
Happy Dead Prez Day
Sunday, February 14, 2010
Lady Gaga - Bad Romance (Hercules and Love Affair Remix)
If AC ran the world, all remixes would be by Hercules and Love Affair. See their insanely syncopated afro-futurisms on their remix of Goldfrapp's "A&E", their slick shiny Chicago bonk on their version of "Whispers" by Aeroplane, the list goes on and on. Above all, it's H&LA's ability to thread any song through perfectly tailored first-wave house that's equally mellow and infectious, never overbearing, always addictive, that renders them peerless. Here "Bad Romance" gets toned down, from a cannonball blast of pop to a light Chicago jack, neatly balancing mainstream hooks and underground bump & grind. SO FUCKING GOOD.
Friday, February 12, 2010
Is it summer yet
Wednesday, February 10, 2010
Night Plane Podcast for Soul Clap
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Night Plane - EVR live mix
Rebel Rap: A Mix of Haitian Rap Kreyol
Monday, February 8, 2010
The Blank Generation: Blank Tapes NYC 1975-1985
This first-time ever compilation of producer Bob Blank's work from his legendary Blank Tapes studios showcase a wildly diverse sonic menagerie - you got everything from underground disco like "Over Like a Fat Rat" and the Arthur Russell-helmed "Wax the Van" to Sun Ra's cosmic free-jazz to gritty no-wave skronk from Lydia Lunch and James Blood Ulmer. A collab from two venerable institutions, Strut records and DJHistory.com, it's a glorious insight in the fast, cheap and out-of-control realm of underground music in New York City.
Monday, January 18, 2010
THISISNOTANEXIT - MANIFESTO #1
new TINAE online shop!
Monday, January 4, 2010
Psychedelic Australia
Australia reminds me also of course of mi madre, born in Taree, New South Wales, north of Sydney. She lived there until she was nine, when her family immigrated to the United States. My mother was personally not very psychedelic, although she did have a pet kookaburra as a child. Having weird pets is kind of psychedelic, especially if it is an unusual species that only exists in one part of the world.
At one point we stayed at a bed & breakfast that was on a ranch. The family had a daughter about my age who took me around on a four-wheeler. At one point my father and the owner of the ranch were talking about the owner's dogs. "Yeah, they're bitches." He remarked, and because I was twelve I was like whoa can he say that?? Later the daughter explained to me and my brother about weird prepubescent Australian sex rituals, which involved wearing and then breaking a bracelet called a "nigga-band" and then "rooting" each other (not making this up).