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24 February 2010
Homegrown athlete Jon Montgomery has made his hometown of Russell, Manitoba very proud after winning gold in men’s skeleton. The 31-year-old used-car salesman and auctioneer took the competition Friday night. Montgomery was the favourite sliding into this event at the Vancouver 2010 Olympic Winter Games. Analysts predicted he would walk away with some hardware, and he lived up to the expectations. His win down the icy sliding track at the Whistler Sliding Centre moves Canada’s medal count up to 8.
and it gets better!
Then he swaggered into the village, swilling beer straight from the pitcher to spontaneous off-key renditions of "O Canada.""You can't not live in the moment," said Montgomery. "You know it's not going to happen again. That was a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity that will be the pinnacle, I'm sure, of my sporting career because I'll never have another opportunity to compete in the Olympics at home in front of Canadians. That was the be-all and end-all for me." At an evening medals ceremony, Montgomery did his now-trademark standing leap onto the podium, then belted out "O Canada" with abandon, having doffed his red-and-white tuque. Hundreds of Canadians flags waved, and the crowd roared in appreciation.
After the ceremony, Montgomery said the gold medal felt "wicked" in his hand. "It's cold, it's hard, it's heavy. It's cold, it's hard, it's heavy. I'll take it."
Asked about "O Canada," he said he'd sung it a few times Saturday.
"It never gets old. That's a song you can sing all day."
The medals plaza, with a capacity of about 5,000, was still a quarter empty due to security lineups when Montgomery received his medal.
During a later interview with CTV, a fan tossed Montgomery a mickey of rye, which he stuck in his back pocket.After the Latvian front-runner slowed imperceptibly on the evening's final run to give Canada the eye-lash margin of victory, Montgomery began a fist-pumping, podium-jumping, beer-drinking cavalcade of celebration that was almost as memorable as his race. And he wasn't shy about sharing the moment with a national television audience.
When asked when he'd last had a beer before his jubilant tour of Whistler, Montgomery paused, grinning, as a nervously giggling public relations official said "Don't answer that. Next!"
Not to be deterred, Montgomery fessed up.
"I don't subscribe necessarily to all the, you know, things that typical athletes perhaps do. For me, a pint now and then is always a good thing."
23 February 2010
22 February 2010
The original idea was a show of word-art, text, language, bi-and-tri-lingualism, etc, but the logistics of that will require much more time to organize. It will still happen, but probably in late fall.
So... I think a Label/Alfa exhibit might be in order. A consideration of those two projects, how they brought a community of diverse artists and strangers together, what kind of work they generated, how they influenced us, etc.
Now that both the Label and Alfa can be considered "finished", in that they're no longer active per se, it might be a good time to start using some of that massive volume of work we generated for our mutual (material) benefit-- not financially, necessarily, but just in terms of promoting a big, important body of work.
If you're reading this, you're part of that community, and I'd like you in the show.
I'm not super concerned about having brand new work, or even necessarily about themes beyond some kind of idea of cross-pollenation, i.e. here's work i created for the XXX exhibit in October '06 which then led to this body of work by me, which then led me to blah blah blah...
This is't going to be a big giant exhibit, in that i don't imagine i'll do much to market it or try to get much media coverage or whatever. That will come eventually. Nor do I intend for it to be a definitive kind of thing that calls us a group (a la 2-6) or that tries to show some specific cohesive thread that runs through all our work. For me, it's just sort of a first attempt at us all exhibiting publicly together again, at re-learning the mechanics of organizing an art show, and at reminding ourselves and the world of, uh, i dunno. Something. That we're awesome, I guess.
clenched in my fists i think of comic book
advertisements for magic machines with nibs
and pencils at the ends of their arms
that can reduce or enlarge anything
by tracing simply originals adjusting
that is all I hope to be what we all might be
i hang myself on a pencil and create this
blind contour drawing - what is felt
of what is seen transcribed without
watching the transcription onto vellum
or parchment onto sanatorium walls
with medium of the body
dreaming of drawing in beach sand with
a stick watching the waves roll in
and carry the message out to sea
the beach streaked with wet salty
sand where waters flow and run
18 February 2010
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14 February 2010
Here's an awesome photo that runs with an announcement of the Saturday night show in Vancouver by our pals Chic Gamine. This appears on the Radio Canada blog, along with video from their recording sessions in Montréal, and is linked from a prominent box on Radio Canada's main page! Hourrah! Way to go ladies and Sacha!
That summer we spent was like a dream.
I remember your face so well, and maybe you do mine, too. (But more than that, I remember the tenderness.)
Please don't come and look for me in New York.
And don't forget to eat well, and to clip your toenails.
by the fountain in carré st. louis
you get there, on time as always,
but can't find her, you're alone like a rat
but it's nothing!, no!, it's nothing!, i'll just go phone her!
it's nothing!, it's nothing!, she just forgot!
but at that moment, isabelle, you were going to the cabin,
you, and your laughter,
off with all your boyfriends and all your girlfriends
it's not easy, isabelle, to be let go
there's nothing to laugh about when you left
that slut!, oh, that cow! why didn't she say anything?
that slut! oh man that cow!, she treats me like a dog!
but your heart is too tender
and so you prefer to wait
in the café across the street
like a spy, like a fraud.
it's not easy, isabelle, to be let go
there's nothing to laugh about when you left.
isabelle, my l'il bee i still love you tell me you're sleeping
my little wonder, tell me love isn't dead
isabelle, isabelle, answer me and talk to me,
i didn't know, i didn't want this,
and after all of it i'm lost for words,
but she doesn't say anything anymore, for real,
both now and forever, love is a dirty business,
yeah love is a dirty business.
12 February 2010
So... compare this Jean LeLoup video to the one I posted a while back-- that one was a weird road trip through the underworld, with all those un-dead people in the car. Here, it's more of a French new wave cinema road trip, through heartbreak. Over a love affair with, um, a girl? A woman? Maybe?
Anyway, the song is "Isabelle, Je t'deteste"-- i.e. Isabelle, I hate you.
The opening dialogue has him (or an actor) showing us a photo, telling us how love is dumb, the people in the photo are dumb, and romantic pictures are dumb. He is tearing the picture up when the shopkeeper comes out.
Shopkeeper: Hey, Jean, what're you doing destroying a nice picture like that?
Jean: Hey, listen man, firstly, I didn't ask for your dialogue or opinion. Two, mind your own business. Thirdly, I don't have the time to talk to you. Fourth, I don't have a heart anymore
Shopkeeper: Hey, woah, woah, Mr. Twit. Five: stop yr theatrics. Six: damnit there's nothing to do-- Love is stronger than the earth. Seven: you might be right there, but if you don't have a heart, I'll give you a heart-- here, ok? ok? Look. Whaddya think?
Jean (laughing, relieved): Hey, yeah, yeah, for sure, yeah man!
Shopkeeper: Good luck!
Jean: Yah, yeah, ciao, ciao!
Shopkeeper: HEY! DON'T FORGET TO SAY... LOVE IS NOT DEAD!
Jean (running away): YEAH! Ha ha! LOVE'S NOT DEAD!
Shopkeeper, to camera: EIGHTHLY... lucky bastard! Lucky bastard!
And then the song begins.
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They're mostly inspired by Tennyson who, along with a number of other 19th-century poets (Robert Browning being another), practiced the art of "dramatic monologues" in their poetry.
Dramatic monologues were (or are) that idea that poetry could be fictional, written entirely in someone else's voice, that it didn't need to be an autobiographical and introspective exercise.
I feel like I'm a pretty happy person, in that I go through my days fairly upbeat and optimistic and yet, for some reason, a lot of what I write tends to be morbid and sad.
These are the only three dramatic monologues I've written thus far and, weirdly, they're all about tragedy.
Maybe this should be the cause of some self-reflection? :)
message out like
jealousy or the
ways you tried to
clean me up i
only wanted to
be your hero i
never wanted to
get old i wanted
someone to love me
no one could love me just
look at me and the
putain, salope, sale--
lines in the bathroom of
Billy Kun to keep me
going i write things and
feel empty i am
i only wanted to
be your hero and feel
never wanted to
get old i
wanted someone or some
bed and i sit here watching
you never move a
against the leaves outside i
watch and have this
ray gun i
point at you and say
peeeeooowww! peeeeoooow! but i
confess (and i'm
sorry) that they've gotten
silly sounds and
play all these
months where it's just
work by day
bed by night a macbeth's
troop of ghosts in the
breathe for you i
point the gun i shake the
rattle and the teddy
talk to you but you
never answer, how
could you?, still too young for
words you would be just
finally getting them
out now if you
could but these
machines breathe and these
chant the air that i shake be
bed like some
kind of failed
wakes up scared,
sleeps too much
or not enough
but nothing does
and they don't
have the time or the
winter is coming and it's
grey it's always
all he can do is
think about it
tell it to the traffic
nowhere to go
rivers never freeze
in this town there's
no bridge out
he's trapped here
Hi. We were in Montanita for a week in the sun on the coast. More rastas than Ive ever seen in one place. They re all wandering around with dreads and rainbows selling trinkets. I made lots of freinds and played in the bar. For the full moon drank down my sanpedro cactus tea and watched a hardcore reggaeband. (San pedro cactus probably has the worst taste Ive ever tasted but once its in there its probably the best feeling Ive ever had. Tons of psychedlic energy. Really healhty feeling) All these dudes have dreads below their knees. JAH. I truly love rastas above all cultures I think they are somekind of advanced race from outerspace. They kind of remind me of Ben Laden too. Also they remind me of ancient Egyptians. That place was way too fun though so we had to depart. before it was to late.
Now Im in Vilcabamba Ecuador also known as the valley of longevity. Tons of real oldies wandering around. Lush green hills etc. The pace is incredibly slow. Slowness is everywhere. I bought my fresh coffee in a brown paper bag. Picked some lemons from the lemon tree. There's a book store at the top of the hill. Ive been reading so much holy shite! That's one of the reasons I like to travel. Mostly going from place to place exchanging books. There are many interesting books to exchange on the road. Ive decided to recapitulate my reading list of the past few months;
Catch a fire by Timothy White: Too good. A massive tome of a biography of almighty BOB. Goes through his youth to his death, explaing rasta beleifs, jamaican history, the music industry. Bob's life was crazy. I really do beleive he was a holy prophet. His life certainly wasnt easy tho, filled with violence and death and murder. Many people dont think he's perfect because of the way rastas are with women. Id like to ask Bob about that. He certainly did make a lot of love. Ilike when they describe his life at the climax. He had this mansion in Jamacia where him and all his rasta buddies lived. Everyday they would wake up, smoke reefer and go on a big long jog. Then they would wash their dreads in a waterfall and go back to the mansion to eat a big lunch of veggies and fish (proper rastas dont eat any other meat and dont do any drugs other than herb), then they would play soccer, smoke more reefer and play music. Sounds ideal to me. I like that their spirituality puts emphasis on excersice and pleasure.
Black Elk Speaks John G Rehardt; Whoah this knowcked me on my arse. I got a super old copy too from 1960. It tells the story of Black elk this crazy indian in the states. The author heard the story directly from Black Elk. He lived before the white man, through battles, through surrender, then he joined the circus and travelled to England to meet the queen, then he came back and had more battles. The whole thing is freaking tragic. Black elk was a shaman who heard voices and had visions. The Indians were right and our ansestors were wrong. But who is to blame in the clashing of cultures? I wrote a song about this.
The Incas Garcilaso de la vega: This tells the story of all the 12 inca incas and their eventual demise at the hands of those bastards the conquistadors. The author is writing from that time period so its first hand information. He's a half inca half spanish mestizo. The incas sound like a pretty darned advanced society. Like ants. They didnt have writing only knots. The inca went around each generation and conquered all the mini civilizations making this huge empire by the time the spaniards came. He illiminated practices he thought were bad like sex in the bum and human sacrifice. (some human sacrifice was ok) He made everyone worship the sun as the ultimate. He built insane wonderful palaces and gardens and canals and in every city he would have convents filled with beautifull virgens. Things were pretty sweet for him and his family. Then the Spaniards came and they were like demons. They raped everyone and took the whole palce over in the name of Jesus, burned all the sweetest stuff and ripped apart the rest. Stealing all the gold for their king back in Spain. Most of it got sunk going over the ocean though. Man this story pisses me off even more than the black elk one. How can we repair what was lost? Who is to blame in the clashing of culture. The ironic thing is that its all written into a prophecy made by the first inca. Also same as black elk.
The Amazon, Shamans, God and Ayahuasca: Patricio Salvador. Great book with beautiful illustrations done by the author. Its like an instruction guide for taking ayahuasca. Ive already talked a lot about ayahuasca. Its a meditation tool.
Bulfinchs Mythology;the age of chivalry- Hellsya! this is a small book with tiny print. Took me a long time to plow through. Relearned all the glory and anguish of Arthur. Learned about a whole bunch of crazy massive battles in the middle ages. Robin hood. Finnally rapping it all up with The legends of Charlemain which Im not sure if Ive read before. The Charlegmain stories are basically a continuation of the Arthur legends in France. Charlemaign was kind of this idiot french king who was constantly fighting the Saracens. Doesnt talk much about him mostly about his Paladins who were always running around drinking magic potions, falling in love, fighting giants, getting entrapped on enchatned islands by fairies, riding hippogriffs, etc. Its almost impossible to follow since there are so many heroes running here and there doing the craziest things. Orlando is the funniest and best. After spending most of his career searching for this girl who he was in love with through enchanment, he finds out she got married to some nobody. This makes him insane and he goes running around the country naked randomly deafeating every knight in his path and eating raw chicken. Then one of his buddies needs to travel to africa on a Unicorn and slay dragon and meet some archangels who give him Orlando's sense back. Hilarious!
Bit of a Blur alex james: This was a bit of fluff funny since Ive never really heard much of blur. Apparently they were the biggest British band since a long time! This guy lives the utmost rockstar life. Its almost a fairy tail. Very interesting and entertaining read. Makes me want fame and money! but alas. Also I learned that the singer from Blur is also the singer from the band Gorillaz. I really like Gorillaz. Maybe Ill buy some Blur albums. They seem like the real deal.
The Sirius Mystery Robert Temple: Oh oh. This is what Im reading now. What on earth have I walked into. Another massive tome of a book. This guy uses ancient babylonian and egyptian history to prove that aliens visted the planet 5000 years ago. He's super paranoid too the intro to the book talks about all these times the cia has tried to knock him off. My mind is getting blown. He's trying to tell me that certain stars have a harmonic connection to the earth like the way that there are harmonics on the guitar. So certain stars have harmonic connections which allow certain types of energy to flow between them faster than the speed of light. Enough said, I was sitting there staring off into space, one hand on my coffee cup with spittle rolling down my chin before Miriam pinched me. Im not sure how long I was contemplating that.
Visions of the Gods Erik Von Daniken; This guy is famously out there. He's the one who first put forth these alternative interpretations of history involving space aliens and the like. Ive read him a lot and think this line of thinking is on the right track. He's also very charasmatic and interesting speaker. This book is a survey of all the times people have seen visions throughout history. Like when some children in france 500 years ago see the vergen mary and then thousands of people flock there to see the miracle. Its crazy how much this time of thing has happened even right up to modern times. Von Daniken thinks that its aliens. Aliens from another dimension.
Anyways, so thats the books Ive read that I can remember. I also read the bagavadgita and a whole bunch of other hare krishna books a bunch of times when I was with them. There are porbably a few other s that Ive forgotten about and exchanged. I just wanted to write this stuff out so that I can make some connections between things in my mind.
Now below is the photoshopped picture of today's celebrities joining forces to a) celebrate 25 years since the original recording and b) raise money and awareness for Haiti. It's such a bad idea. Look at Usher, as if he was even there. as if any of them were all together in the same room. I'm sorry, but I find this project really awkward. This song really didn't have to be redone. Celebrities today are not the recording artists of yesteryear. Does anyone else find this annoying?
03 February 2010
02 February 2010
01 February 2010
Haiti manmade earthquake?