Tagged: Noise Toggle Comment Threads | Keyboard Shortcuts

  • mono 11:24 pm on December 4, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , jamie grefe, Noise, ,   

    Thank You /// Noise 

    I would like to thank everyone who has purchased a copy of my debut novella, THE MONDO VIXEN MASSACRE. The reception to the book’s unique style and content has been overwhelmingly positive. It’s been invigorating to speak with writers and readers who like the book. I’ve met many interesting people through this publication process and the journey is just beginning.

    If you have purchased a copy of the book, I encourage you to help spread the word by writing a review or a blog post about your thoughts of the book. Every review helps and I wholeheartedly appreciate the gesture. In return for your effort, I am happy to offer you high-quality audio files of improvisational/noise music that I’ve created throughout the years, most or all of which is now out-of-print. Chances are, if you like the book, you will like the sounds.

    Also, if you know of any good blogs that might be interested in a promotional copy of the book (maybe, you yourself) or if you are interested in becoming a part of my upcoming blog-tour, please get in touch.

    At the end of the day, I set out to write a book that would satisfy readers. Of course, I understand not everyone will enjoy the book, and that is fine, but please know that behind the crazy story and absurd situations in the book’s universe, there is a lot of heart.

    Thank you!

     

     
  • mono 10:22 pm on March 19, 2013 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , assemblage, , , , haute surveillance, , johannes gorannson, , montedivayo, necropastoral, Noise, novel, , tarpaulin sky   

    Meat Screams: An Attempt at Johannes Gorannson’s Haute Surveillance 

    Image

    prettypuke.com

    “The sound the body makes is akin to the sound toys make when they burn.” I sent a letter to Rudolf Eb.er, infested as I was by his Hate Operation and cut-up, assemblage, shrieks, psycho-acoustic shamanism. He wore meat on his face, a white shirt and black necktie: screaming meat. There were sealed vomit tubs in the closet, an unfinished painting by the bedroom. We listened to a live recording from Taipei, smoked Japanese to death. Pictures of unknown bodies. Pictures of the insides of bodies. My autopsies went unanswered–that defenestration from Austria, somewhere in Osaka (not the Overlook or the Shining Mansion on the Hill).

    “This novel is written like a fashion show dedicated to the rioted body.” For a noise act in Tokyo, I took a cheap white shirt, a shirt and smeared it–dirtied it red, made it better. The photographs that were taken on the were tinted in the screams and shrieks, moans and anti-language of the foreigner. It yellowed and hardened until it turned fashion. Lesson: sometimes the body can be tearing apart a fish with contact mics, a folk loop.  

    “The erotics of writing reminds me of the needle on a record player.” A needle scrapes vinyl, a radio broadcast in a foreign language. There are blurred faces, the way a woman undresses in a hotel room, you are always woman. David Lynch practices Transcendental Meditation. I have heard that in Iowa or Indiana there are people who float, people who meditate until they float as if the body, numbed by transcendence, becomes lighter, becomes Nothing. The final scene of Takashi Miike’s Audition is the slow torture of a producer who is needled numb and sawed to a state of anti-levitation. I remember being fascinated by this scene. Years later I would buy Inland Empire at Walmart.

    Image

    “Language is like candy. It rots my teeth. It makes me spazzy.” E.M. Cioran quipped something like: “Writing in a foreign language is like writing a love letter with a dictionary.” I was a mute foreigner, unpredictable as outsider. One who knows how to screw a fork. There are areas in Tokyo, in Seoul, in Beijing where foreigners are allowed to be foreign, allowed to tongue foreign, act foreign: needles, erotics, vomit. These are the areas where we grind chains in underground cabarets, McDonalds drunk with military officers, a man who said, “as an American, it is my duty to protect you.”

    “I want us all to wear kimonos. And sharp words.” The kimono as corset, how it flattened the breasts, restricted the gait in a way that made women walk slow, walk in hare-steps, small steps like floating worlds. This was a point of sexual interest for men. I received the male version of a kimono, the yukata, from a friend in Kyoto whose Japanese was too much the birth of who I would become.

    “In B-movies the human body becomes more beautiful and less a subject.” Even a gaze, a transformation. Sherilyn Fenn losing her limbs in front of the Warlock’s mansion. I will keep you here to look how things look from where I see them. You can see them, too.

    Image

    “You were in the house, on your knees, in a state of wild terror.” It is a rocking chair and the way the face comes stubbled. Maybe it’s Isabella, my meat grinder, white stripped to the neck, covering neck, but this is not Japan–it’s Berlin. She shrieks in a tunnel, murders detectives in the apartment and all for the monster, all for the lack of her being able to feel.

    “Go to Los Angeles, go to Los Angeles.” A friend of mine speaks of the feeling of Los Angeles as everything. I watched Mulholland Drive in Kichijoji. They brought concert-sized speakers to the theater. As the sedan crashed over a Los Angeles skyline, I heard American noise. I caught a slice as if I were other and America from where I was sitting was a fiery wreck of charred bodies, sexual blood, and a beautiful starlet wandering dazed down the hill back into the filthy light.

     /// /// /// /// /// /// /// /// /// /// ///

     
  • mono 10:22 am on October 5, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , helicopter, John Wiese, Noise, , ,   

    John Wiese: Live Video 

    Eyeslit-Crypt in-house noise favorite, John Wiese performing live in Brooklyn, 18 September 2008.

    Reblog this post [with Zemanta]
     
  • mono 7:56 pm on September 25, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , , , , creative, , Graphic design, Håvard Gjelseth, , Jazkamer, Noise, Norway, Oslo, This Way Design, , , Web design   

    Branding and Identity: Three Questions with Håvard Gjelseth 

    Skop 2
    Håvard Gjelseth: Producer/Director

    Håvard Gjelseth is a designer. His company is “This Way Design” based in Oslo, Norway. His website is a grid comprised of images of projects that he has worked on. The grid is then divided by project type: Record Covers, Interactive, Illustration, Identity, Photos, Products, Motion, and Art: This Way Design.

    Brand identity is created by way of people like Gjelseth. That is, people able to connect with the client’s needs while bringing to the floor something authentic to themselves. Creating a brand that “feels” right, that resonates with the recipient of the product or company. One look at the “grindcore” series of logos that he did for Norweigan noise-unit Jazkamer and it is apparent how special his vision is. Who else uses the images of twisting branches as a representation of “grindcore” music? Now, that’s successful and emotionally satisfying branding.

    I asked Havard Gjelseth three questions and present them to you, unedited. If you are looking to work with design or in the creative field in general, I recommend you pay attention to the words of such a tasteful designer:

    1. What factors do you take into account when working with the identity of a company or individual?

    For me it is about the balance between what reflects the client’s personality and the unexpected twist to make it stand out. Personally I find it inspiring to tell a story when working with identities – to
    find unexpected sources of inspiration; to get closer.

    On top of all that of course I take pride in – and love – the handcraft part of the work, either it is photography,pixel-perfectness or the details of the typography.

    2. What advice would you give to people looking to work in the design business?

    1) It has to be in your heart – or it will show
    2) Make sure business doesn’t swallow you, keep doing personal projects
    3) Work with people better than you

    3. In your opinion, what are some key elements to a successful brand?

    I think I’ll answer that by saying what factors in my experience make
    bad brands: Fear, complexity and similarity.

    On behalf of The Eyeslit-Crypt: Thank you, Håvard Gjelseth.

    Reblog this post [with Zemanta]
     
  • mono 8:15 pm on September 11, 2008 Permalink | Reply
    Tags: , Blazen Y Sharp, , Experiment, , , Japanoise, Kazumoto Endo, , Noise,   

    N/V/E (Noise-Visualization-Experiment) 

    Kazumoto Endo & Blazen Y Sharp: Ask For it By Name (7″ Vinyl)
    Gender-Less Kibbutz, USA

    NOTE: The following is an exercise in imagery. I have had this “Ask For it By Name” record for many years and rediscovered it on a trip back home to the USA this summer. The cover art is black text on a pure white background. The vinyl is unmarked, simply a ring of white around cold black vinyl. No information other than the name of the artists and the name of the release are given. I am not sure which side is performed by Kazumoto Endo or which side is performed by Blazen Y Sharp.

    The NOISE-VISUALIZATION EXPERIMENT begins now:

    Side
    The reverberations of a factory, an abandoned factory, perhaps. Scraping against corridors and being pulled into the mechanical churning of a machine, a rusty machine. The obscenity of electricity ignites the situation, briefly, with an intense fervor. The blast continues, eliminating the mechanical repititions. They return, this time in the form of a sine, a rapidly pulsing presence. Exit into darkness.

    Side
    Crinkling metal against metal. Raindrops of metallic shards rap gently against the window’s exterior. Sky gray turns to sky black while a hovering force steadily approaches, subdued…subdued. The metal breaks. An opening, which mixes the hovering mass with the window frame combine, grinding against each other. The sinking away, sudden bursts of trembling scrapes hang lonely in the air. Exit into darkness.

    Thank you.

    Kazumoto Endo

     
c
Compose new post
j
Next post/Next comment
k
Previous post/Previous comment
r
Reply
e
Edit
o
Show/Hide comments
t
Go to top
l
Go to login
h
Show/Hide help
shift + esc
Cancel