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tobias is a winner

Tobias Fünke: [about George Michael] He’s a regular Freddie Wilson, that one.
Michael: I dont get that reference.
Lindsay Bluth Fünke: I dont either.
Tobias Fünke: I dont either.
Narrator: [shows a photo of a Village People group with the photo circled around the police officer] It’s this guy

Peace, love and empathy. vinyl splinters.

 
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Posted by on December 3, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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baby penetrate my mind.

Firstly lets start off this rant with something utterly bizarre. This morning much to my dismay I awoke to find plumbers conveniently faffing with the geyser located in my cupboard (odd placement I know but that is not the only thing that’s odd). In the gruff overtones only a plumber at eight am can exude the problem was a faulty sacrificial anode. Sacrificial anode? How wonderfully malevolent and mysterious, the virgin anode leapt to its watery fate amidst the tribal dancers of the geyser people. How selfless you useless piece of anode. Isn’t it a bit theatrical to name the anode as sacrificial its awfully pretentious and oh so condescending… Yes ma’am the sacrificial anode… commonly seen it yep jumps to its death all the bladdy time, can never trust them trixie little blighters. Then what the bloody hell is it there for in the first place if its life’s goal is to sacrifice itself.

Secondly, I still haven’t figured out how to shake the feeling of you. Speaking to you again as glorious as that may be has just plunged me into new heights of ineptitude and longing. I’m utterly restless and decidedly useless. Planning to spend the day relapsing on my magic 8 ball and attempting to overcome my writers block.

Maybe the sacrificial anode got it right.

Peace, love and empathy. vinyl splinters.

 
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Posted by on December 3, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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way out, in the water, see it swimming. . .

Jazz, blues, good rock or graphic novels are all the inherently the same in that they stem from the desire to feel something bigger than yourself. A desire to tap into that universal pain of the working man, the rejected man whose love was destroyed almost as quickly as it was plunged into existence. When your faced with something so creatively awe inspiring or charged with such raw uninhibited emotions your forced to let go, to be humbled. Your also healed, your soul is finally satisfied as all your insecurities and emotions are validated through transcendent music or the comfort of an illustration. That which you feel so strongly which weighs you down is felt by another, just that knowledge is enough to find the strength you needed all along. If blues taught us anything its that although we are incredibly fragile, the strength of the human spirit is unrivaled. Ironically resilience and hardship aren’t mutually exclusive, lord knows you can’t have one without the other. . . probably the reason why I have an incredible soft spot for strong lead females who have latent emotional insecurities, are actively (by their own doing) over sexualized taking on the stereotypical male imagery of leather boots, tat’s and a kick ass hair do to assert their dominance.

“You have all the weapons you need, now fight,” my latest crack in the awe invoking department is suckerpunch. it stumbled across my path while dying a friends hair at another friends apartment(that sounded awfully mysterious completely unintentional I swear), the merry procession of bongs and a need for entertainment resulted in me catching a few glimpses into what I can only say is pure art. I was hooked, for the first time in three years much to the delight of the local video store, I hired suckerpunch and so my descent into infatuated madness began.

I identified so strongly with babydoll, my new rolemodel. so beautifully tragic, plus c’mon as a gamer the fight sequences blew my mind. Did some amazing little fellow sit down one day and say hey what would the coolest fight scenes in the world be and mix them all together providing a feast for the mind. Yes your mind… robots in outerspace, dragons, knights, orc’s and demon ninja samurai. Yes please. I think I’ve broken the movie for myself at the moment, I’ve watched it so many times a break is needed before I can feast on its magnificence once more. I rate it as one of my favourites alongside fight club.

Peace, love and empathy. vinyl splinters.

 
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Posted by on December 3, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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life is beautiful. . .

Mr Brainwash has a point, sadly his art well let’s just say not so much. Went to the banksy exhibit this morning at the 34 fine art gallery. It was pleasant, it was filled with unbelievably awe inspiring pieces of art just not banksy’s. There was only one banksy original, which was depressing because banksy is street art, but that one piece was incredible. Easily the simplest piece of art on the wall and easily the most profound. Understated simplicity but oh so powerful, banksy’s distinctive style and ease of skill with which he crafts his art. . . well I’m still a number one fan. His piece dubbed very ominously with price on request and an even formidable one of 25 prints contained a hooded and masked male holding the leash of a dog manipulated and subverted to become something identifiable but simultaneously bizarre. The oddities of every day life, isn’t art bliss. My main motivation behind rallying the group to go to the art exhibit was the film, ‘exit through the giftshop’. A film about the birth of the subversive and ground shattering culture of street art tracing its roots from banksy to space invader. The film captured for the first and only time banksy on tape, identity cloaked, but it provided a glimpse into the legend behind the name – the process of creating and even more exhilarating completing the street art under the cover of night without drawing attention or getting caught. If you haven’t seen it its a must see, but mr brainwash I’m glad your ‘art’ has progressed as much as it has, but I feel its bastardized the genre. Taking the pure idea and intent of street art and mimicking the style of others without half the skill and selling it for profits, capitalizing on a counter culture is not something that wins my vote. Your work displayed was beautiful if beautiful becomes synonymous with the cold, shallow, shiny things that occupy our lives: the metals that glint and most importantly reflect the true talent of others. For me mr brainwash is talented but his acclaim is unfounded, his fame is based on the piggy backed fame received from his link to banksy – who as if not shameful enough admitted after meeting him he never recommends that his friends try their hand at art. I mean him no ill intent, he has been fortunate enough to document and experience the birth of street art and was no doubt infatuated – rightly so. Yet mr brainwash is an amature with paintshop, silk screening and spray paint skills. Banksy creates artworks that speak and resound within a generation. Disguised in a gallery amoung the greats its easy to appear better than what things truely are. His knack for superimposed pop culture references are good, but is that considered equal to making great art? The gallery had a rather novel piece, an oil on canvas, of the god ganeish holding spray paint. It was amazingly playful and its childlike spirit encapsulated the nature of street art. It was a moment of gratitude to be witness to that talent, intent and dedication of each and every piece my only regret was that there weren’t more banksy originals or more for me to get lost in. The exhibit finishes on the 19th of november, its a must see.

Peace, love and empathy. vinyl splinters.

 
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Posted by on November 4, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

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appetite for destruction

“Listening to kim, heavy ass song but eminem is a lyrical genius. Its amazing how much emotion he conveys so eloquently, its musical theatre. Inviting the listener to be privy to the most emotionally destructive relationship you’ll ever find portrayed in a song, “Kim, KIM!
Why don’t you like me?
You think I’m ugly don’t you
(It’s not that!)
No you think I’m ugly
(Baby)
Get the fuck away from me, don’t touch me ” its haunting, its theatre an art form. A dialogue so skillfully crafted you feel the darkness you actively submerge within yourself.
Off to write my last piece of coursework for my undergraduate career. Wish me luck, see you on the flip side

Peace, love and empathy. vinyl splinters.

 
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Posted by on October 24, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

cooking.

Every form of addiction is bad, no matter whether the narcotic be alcohol, morphine or idealism.”
― C.G. Jung

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Posted by on October 24, 2011 in Uncategorized

 

an essential aspect of creativity is not being afraid to fail

 
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Posted by on October 24, 2011 in Uncategorized