This is my absolute favourite sound right now. Real Estate and Alex Bleeker & The Freaks are tapping into my very marrow and unearthing guitar sounds that almost make me sound like a hippy. Check out this loose groove and allow the guitar-playing to unravel. These axes make me salivate! Oops… that was too far.
Sharits was a member of the Fluxus movement. I prefer this still to the actual film, which is also good, but doesn’t survive well in its YouTube incarnation, hence its absence. It appears ancient and mystical, like a cave-painting, where limbs become elongated and coloured in bizarre, necessitated approximations.
Whereas, I know nothing of the film from which this next still is taken, I just thought my friend Susie might like it, since it contains a 70s leotard and an overall video-matic grain that appeals to nostalgic VHS-lovers.
What a mesmeriser! A performance that incorporates Bela Lugosi, Orson Welles and a loony guy you might see down the local supermarket; only fitting, considering the power of the electronic, snake-charming sound that hums behind the shrieks.
Which reminds me… this looks fun (if less confrontational than Alan Vega)…
Mamma Anderson’s paintings remind me of Peter Doig and Luc Tuymans in the way they heighten a sense of reality into an uncanny state. The colours are plain but startling, and this splodgy picture of a kitchen reminds me of my Nana.
Here’s a version of the song that inspired this post’s title, by the way…