At a show recently someone gave me the gift of a little pile of books and zines from their anarchist-oriented distro. How nice! One of the zines is this short essay talking about the role of passively accepting the omnipresence of technology and specifically smartphones in our lives, especially within radical progressive movements. I’m not an active crime-doer or society dismantler at the moment, but still there are some very enlightening perspectives in here about this big problem that we already all know about but can’t seem to do anything about.
the formally independent (recently acquired by studio movie grill LOL) River Oaks Theatre was a place where i saw so many beautiful movies and seeing this one rlly sutck with me! twas a feast for the eyes
Google earth crossed with radioooo. It’s a map and you click on the little green dots and listen to radio from wherever that place is. The world is all alive and happening right now. People are sitting in traffic in Madagascar, and they are listening to THIS!!! There’s a static buried folk song barely squeaking out of a small broadcast room somewhere in Siberia. I love swiping around on there digging for gold beneath all the classic rock.
You gotta have a library card, but why wouldn’t you? Do you live somewhere with no library? Maybe move? My library, and I think most of them?, is connected to Kanopy and I love watching excellent and weird and sometimes boring as hell movies on there.
Full disclosure, she is my partner and she painted the painting on the cover of my new album. Am I allowed to put her here? I just totally love her paintings and I’d be a huge fan from any huge distance of time and space. I love the weird dreamy landscape-ish paintings that were happening in Norway in the 1880-1910 zone, and of course Munch, and I feel like Indigo is carrying forward that same slippery tradition. Paintings of what she saw, not what she sees. Get it? Like, not the vivid thing but the dreamed memory of the thing, its beating heart.