Friday, November 21, 2014

gretchen snakes

i spent today strolling backwards on lush properties in the Southlands area of Vancouver. Backpack blower strapped upon my back—making piles of leaves to be raked, thrown on a tarp and carted back to the truck.
                                red, rust, coral, yellow birch, the ones from the tree that smells like brown sugar—so many colours—so many new tree names to learn.

a couple of months ago Gretchen Snakes performed the song sour cream at the lido in Vancouver—an 8 hour epic.  My friend Alexi visited me soon after when I was sitting at the gallery one sunny Saturday afternoon. He had just received a copy of the recording and we sat and listened to it between cups of tea and conversation.

                                        5pm came around quickly

only a few hours in—sun streaming through the windows—bicycles and an outside adventure called—it was a wonderful afternoon.

Lucky for me Lex sent me the song and today—last day gardening for the season/first day with music on the job—sour cream was the soundtrack to the leaves dancing in the wind before me.

For 8 hours a whole body in time—the leaves ahead—sound in ears—4 bodies recorded in time—ahead of time—leafy lines meet distortion time.

                   it's 2.30am—body still pulsing with rhythm—in time—with time—spent outside moving line—stuck inside rhythm line—another time—a guitar line—guitar line—many lines—bass line—one time—a weaving line—kick drum keeps time—bodily line—leaf line—pulsing time—
                                                                                                                             sleep line

Here's a taster—they rule

Friday, October 31, 2014

studio jamin' @ shore line

good moves
shore line
broken stick
                              two lines
                              new moves @ shore line

                                                      new lines
                                                     shore time
                                                     far out
                                                     in time

Saturday, July 19, 2014

Tuesday, July 15, 2014

Monday, July 7, 2014

part II

A solo—in mono//two time//two too time///a solo in two time—one body two times—two bodies one time—two bodies—stereo time.

                                                                             The studio one time—converging many times—two time—three time—four time—many time—many times in time—off beat—out of time—exit studio gather more time—weaving line—day time, night time, beach time, preach time, think time, drink time, listen time, look time, smell time, book time, in time, out time, tuning time, loosing time—sun meets horizon line.

Monday, May 26, 2014

a boot + a line

A Boot and a Line is a group show featuring Vancouver based artists:
Laura Piasta, Johan Bj√∂rck, Aaron Carter and Kate Moss curated by SHOWROOM. 
FM Vernissage: Bar Talk #1 by Filip Mayer

Friday, May 16, 2014

Tuesday, May 13, 2014

listening to lucid dreams- saturday may 10, 2014

I'm sitting here and large grey rain clouds are muscling in on the mountain view outside my window. I'm writing to my new professor for the poetry class i am taking in the summer and itunes is on shuffle. Bonnie Tyler was just singing to me and everyone out there about needing a hero, i wasn't really listening to her too seriously (sorry Bonnie, I do respect you but in this moment your voice did not pull me from the task at hand). 

Georgia starts in, the guitar sounds live and I can hear her fingers moving full of life as she noodles from chord to chord—and in this moment i'm right there with her. Amy's bass fills the room—it's so casually present like that epic old friend you have that you only see every once in a while and you can hang out in silence and it's never uncomfortable. For a second I can feel her giving me a nod—a cue to start playing, only right now it's a cue to remember. A cue to remember that feeling of being on stage surrounded by your closest friends, feeling alive, immersed in the moment, when you are all moving together, bodies moving in different ways but in time—sometimes out of time—sometimes out of tune—but always together at the same time. 
Our thoughts can drift off, our thoughts can drift off out of our bodies, project out into the room through our moving hands, meeting other thoughts circulating in the room—adding to the sounds that fill the room. Right now their sound is filling my room, the sound of their sound filling the echoing room of the Northcote Social Club, recorded in July 2013, I imagine the clouds blocking my mountain view were similar to the ones outside those walls at the time. I imagine them seeking refuge in the heated beer garden after the show drinking pots, smoking ciggies and the laughing and banter that flows.

Harriet’s vocals kick in, I don't know if she feels the words she's singing about anymore but she's feeling something and I can feel it too, I feel them so much they send a tingle down my spine—I know this may sound like a fucking cliche but it's true and I'm not afraid to say it. I was just reading Eileen Myles interviewing Ntozake Shange about her poems, Eileen says her poems create a dialogue about being in the world and Ntozake replies "when we listen to music we don't sit around thinking about how to play a saxaphone. I would rather you not think about how the poem's constructed but simply be in it with me." After reading this quote I underlined it in blue pencil and wrote believe in something for a moment—the beginnings of something to write about, but the school of radiant living completed this thought for me by playing in Melbourne on a cold July night and recording it. Listening to music is like reading a poem.

Friday, May 9, 2014

it's hard to get loose when your working in ms word

loosening the letters on one line one one line loosening the letters on one line line l i n e 
won line one liner on one line in linear form on one line one one line two line line
three line three times line three times a line three time two time one time this time on time this line

(now repeat in the tune of iron man, black sabbath)

Sunday, April 20, 2014

dear spirit of '76
love mister horsepower

Sunday, March 9, 2014

Saturday, March 1, 2014

....anything else i can say is so much white water after the wave

listen to sabbath

thanks aaron and amanda for epic inspiration and studio groovin' tips!

Wednesday, February 12, 2014

oh la la           
            t t time
            t t tim—ing
            oh lala
            zig zag


Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Friday, January 24, 2014