FINDING THE WORMS THAT LOVE THEIR ROOTS:

I'm really glad I will always have my roots embedded inside every cushion, mush, pulsating in my body. Basically it really I S all about the Y O U T H.



P.S. I'm not a big fan of the Warriosr, but I'll give you some of this:

PUBLIC ART: A RETURN TO DC

Recently, I have really been paying attention to more urbanized and unconventional displays of artwork primarily because I am taking an art history class that wants to cultivate you into the classical approaches and philosophies of art-making. Academia art is great, but I always find the urgency of sublime details in a world so ubiquitous can be the most artistic. When you start to realize that a vision can be up on a wall or on the streets, still being this fascinating phenomena, and how similar occurrences in ancient and early cave paintings in France ultimately served the same purpose, you realize that it is inherently present in human creativity.

Returning to DC is always somewhat nostalgic because I spent a majority of my adolescence and college years in that area and city. So when I was able to snag two free tickets to see I <3 a Piano @ Lincoln Theater, eat cupcakes at Cakelove, and wander 14th street, it was a splendid occasion to see this:



This is Jake Cunningham in the picture, a musician affiliated with DC bands such as Wild Stallyns, Rue the Day, Powernap, $low Lori$, among others. What has happened since our times spent in DC isn't as incredible as a diy community. Although gentrification and the cynicism that increasingly affected the DC community has been more evidently present,I think there is still something there. There's GOGO nights, dc9, the H street corridor, Smash, The secret desire of being bougie in Georgetown, Boris and other forms of street plagues still lingering,random house shows mostly for punk/thrash/metal/hxc crowds @ Corpse Fortress and sporadic Girl Cave. And I <3 DC for that. I miss being young Majority Rule @ Black Cat. Warehouse Next door and NCORE. Things that put me here.

Because of the resurgence for my appreciation of the wonderful Dead City, I present Supersystem (formerly known as El Guapo), one of my favorite bands from the later years of the Dischord era playing wordly rhythms and a rattling of indie dance explosions:

Supersystem- Miracle

Supsersystem- Miracle (Rapture Remix)

POET: CATE MARVIN

LETTER TO A MENTOR

I am driving a screw into the plump of a cork.
I am ignoring the animal tracks left on my face.
I am lying at the bottom of a clothes hamper.

Bees crowd a trash can: a bouquet of stings.
I once asked a teacher where a letter begins.
How prickly I felt as I sat within his walls:

peach-hued, smoothly painted with Zen patience.
If I am to take his advice, I'll start with where
I am presently. I am a pelt full of gunshot,

too torn in death to be made a coat. I've endured
an eclipse each day, have learned to train my eyes
to avoid the sky's direct gaze. I take the sun's light

and put it on bread, eat daily a sandwich of red.
I never wanted to build a house without nails.
Or thought I could shod a horse, and fire the shoes.

Or desired to landscape a garden where rare buttery
moths would arrive each night for nectar. I won't lie
and say I didn't mind, that I didn't cry once,

wanting to make the teacher mine, so I might
be him. He said, never strike a typewriter,
for they are delicate instruments. I am crouched

beneath the threat of toppling bookshelves.
Of all the change that rattles in my head, the pennies
are his: not worth much, yet not entirely worthless.

UNEXPECTED ARRIVALS

You would think after all those consecutive posts last month that I would have not lagged this long to make another post, huh? Well I am back to continue my rejoining of the written swirls in the current blogosphere. I'm untying all the knots, all the places needed for unraveling.

I started all my classes and have been spending time learning and working in a wonderful new venue called The Hexagon located off of N. Charles St. Aside from this, school started up again, which can account for the lack of posts since beginning January. Nonetheless, this semester will be enjoyable by trying to find balance, sanity intact by trying to find the humor in it all:






Speaking of being involved with this renewed art and music space, I've been learning more about the electronic acts or moreso musicians that incorporate varied electronics who come to the space and perform. Featured music this early morning is IDM/ambient musician Lusine.

Lusine layers minimalist techno and down tempo hip hop with slight break beats, delivering stunning trips into a whole new musical space that extracts a flow from the layers of basic instrumentation. Also evident is a slight syncopation between melodies and beat in his songs. Lusine explores a whole musical territory that is a conglomeration of most of the electronic music that we saw arise from the mid 90's like techno and the use of beat making in hip hop to even more current interpretations such as how the layers of sound is used within its composition. Lusine is definitely worth a listen especially for fans of Cex's Role Model, Mum's more visibly visceral approach to the textural qualities of music, and for fans generally interested in more IDM, and not just another electro-laptop musician or dj.

This Sunday, February 15th you might want to check out Lusine.
www.myspace.com/lusinespace

For more information about the venue:
www.hexagonspace.com



I'm really excited for all the opportunities that have unexpectedly arrived on my door step. I don't want to delve into it much but just know that I am still really alive. Also I promise I will try and find more files to download in the future.

THE UNRAVELING OF THE MUNDANE:

It's slowly unpeeling itself so that soon enough you can see what kind of mischief I've been hoarding this past month.

For now you can find these tunes rather attractive from Washington D.C., a rhythmic all-girl indie rock trio called Sinta:
www.myspace.com/sintamusic