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Post by Susan Lawly on Aug 10, 2010 11:05:29 GMT
There is a short feature regarding the September 3rd 'Speculative Realism' event at Tate Britain with quotes by William Bennett and photo in this month's Wire magazine (#319).
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Post by cblanger on Aug 26, 2010 15:13:08 GMT
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Post by Susan Lawly on Aug 29, 2010 13:47:39 GMT
This new sound work "Extralinguistic Sequencing" will be available somewhere else ? unlikely... WB.
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Post by cblanger on Sept 6, 2010 21:02:53 GMT
This new sound work "Extralinguistic Sequencing" will be available somewhere else ? unlikely... WB. Too bad !
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Post by cblanger on Sept 6, 2010 21:06:32 GMT
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Post by hOU on Jan 19, 2011 9:29:37 GMT
Hardly worth starting a new one, so I'll spam this thread instead.
What w/ WB's Love/Hate relationship w/ the magazine, I thought you would find it as ammusing as I to read this panning of the mag (trawled from nowhere particularly important on the web). Enjoy.
I blame part of the piss-poor state of The Wire on Biba Kopf (aka Chris Bohn) taking over as Editor. I mean there's a guy who's idealism is as frozen in 1981 post-punk pan-cultural righteousness (it's noise! it's dahkness! look there's a bad afrikan rhythm, tackle it dahling!) as Dave Tompkins is in his it's forever 1991 and we be buggin out (can't wait for his long-awaited tome on Harvard Press, A Pop Lock is as Good as a Body Rock to a Blind Horse or It was Never as Sweet as when the Native Tongues Sang: The Dark Side of the Bass 1975-93) take on hip hop. That's not even to mention paucity of barely passable writing by the likes of ex-fanzine hacks and uber-hepster noise boys (would former Crank Automotive propreitor and Dead C bag-toter, Marc Masters please stand up), Steve Barker (shite mate I've got interesting taste but they insist I review these same culturally irrelevant dub albums every month), Anne Hilde Neset (*chortles* i married the old editor, that's how i got the job), Dave Mandl (Biba mk.2 replace London with NYC, 1983 MBA in Rock In Opposition studies). This is not even taking into account the atrocious David Keenan effect on the Wire. If there's ever been a guy who's the atypical cart before the horse hepster he's it. Norman Mailer's white nigger come to technicolor life with a double emphasis on the WHITE. This guy has bought every tall tale and pound of bullshit Forced Exposure has sold since the mid eighties and turned it into the gospel for hairy guys (and gals) with no sense of melody. He'd have you believe the way into future is on the backs of dusty old folk records with a pinch of half-arsed ethnic drone. For some reason that reminds me of a story I heard or read once about two brothers. One brother, dropped out of high school at 15 and just layed off from the oil refinery sits on his porch drinking beer at 6 in the morning. Watching Mexicans being loaded into the back of flatbed trucks to work on the new highway up the way. Half tempted to sneak amongst their midst even if only to work for free- to feel a sense of purpose. That afternoon a greyhound bus stops in front of his house and his younger brother who he's not seen for 6 years or more steps off the bus. Unshaven, unkempt and long of hair. He rises. They greet each other. Try to catch up on old times. The older brother tries to explain how hard, just how tight, how rough times have been but before he can finish a sentence the younger brother is in the throes of a great discourse on the exalted state of his learning since he'd left this pathetic little town six years ago. Late night rituals, advanced learning. Concepts so grandiose the common man like his brother could never grasp it's import. Blood drains from the face of the older brother, a nervous twitch develops in the right eyebrow. Increasing in intensity as his younger brother builds up steam. We studied with a Russian professor. There was only three of us in the class. It wasn't sanctioned by the university so the professor taught the course in the large hole dug beneath his house. It was then the great light of the knowledge of the ages dawned on me. I knew then the only thing seperating me from Dostoevsky's Underground Man was merely more time. Finally having his fill of bullshit the older brother smacks the younger hard in the temple with the side of his hand and snorts, "the only thing stopping me from being the next John Holmes is a 12 inch dick" and heads off up the road to leave his brother to contemplate the agony of his genius. The moral of that story? pick one. My particular favorite is the theorem that the distance from the ivory tower to the street corner is never so great as when they both refuse to acknowledge the other exists. Oh wait, that was the moral of another story i was thinking of. oh well, the Wire still is as mediocre as it's been since it's day's as a jazz-only mag. Suppose I could start a blog, but I tried that and realized computer programming aint for me and i might give you a hint of the gospel on here but if you want' the full sermon somebody better fucking pay me.
Back in Black, Bill
;D
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Post by theotherjohn on Jan 19, 2011 11:21:18 GMT
Someone at the Wire needs to hire that guy!
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Post by orso82 on Jan 26, 2011 16:23:25 GMT
It's been some years since stopped buying it but as far as I remember The Wire for the most part is a boring, unimaginative and technocratic magazine (analytic philosophy anyone?). The most annoying part is the presentation of artists from the wider industrial wilderness. When they are not ignored or dismissed they are usually stripped off any possibly controversial/provocative content in order to fit them in the politically correct ethos of the editors and magazine.
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Post by ljp on Jan 27, 2011 10:43:31 GMT
It's been some years since stopped buying it but as far as I remember The Wire for the most part is a boring, unimaginative and technocratic magazine (analytic philosophy anyone?). The most annoying part is the presentation of artists from the wider industrial wilderness. When they are not ignored or dismissed they are usually stripped off any possibly controversial/provocative content in order to fit them in the politically correct ethos of the editors and magazine. I think you're right. Of course I pretty much gave up reading magazines, not just because they are expensive but that magazines like the Wire or Mojo just make exciting music boring.
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Post by Danhod on Jan 27, 2011 12:09:27 GMT
Most information found in magazines can be found online for free anyway, i feel that music should be felt, created for entertainment or experience and not formalised into some sort of business
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Post by patrickhernandez on Feb 6, 2011 1:29:35 GMT
Hardly worth starting a new one, so I'll spam this thread instead. What w/ WB's Love/Hate relationship w/ the magazine ............ Enjoy. I blame part of the piss-poor state of The Wire on Biba Kopf (aka Chris Bohn) taking over as Editor. ............... and i might give you a hint of the gospel on here but if you want' the full sermon somebody better fucking pay me.
Back in Black, Bill ;D I suspect Bill may have read Lester Bangs at some time.
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Post by ljp on Feb 6, 2011 14:01:11 GMT
I actually wonder what Lester Bangs would think of Whitehouse.
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Post by Susan Lawly on Apr 14, 2011 16:48:28 GMT
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Post by Danhod on Apr 14, 2011 19:23:19 GMT
'The more you think about it the more you want it'
Except for Adele! (for me anyway)
You filled up over 2TB, 2 PSPs etc worth of songs, that crushes my 100GB of music, can't be legal lol, unless they're all supersized FLACs. I use my PSP for the internet, i'm typing this with it!
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Post by cblanger on Apr 18, 2011 20:21:10 GMT
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