Mar 17, 2003 10:22
i'm sick in the wallet with amoeba, me & matt are champions at quake 2, the smell could really get with it.
simplisticly speaking,
i kind of have this theorem that i apply to myself in relation to the arts, my exclusive goals. possibly if i stare, hear, engage with all of the senses directed to a certain image or sound, that if i do this repeatedly, or more so if it strikes my attention repeatedly, the effect will "move" me like the romance films of the past do to the most conditional at heart, not so much to higher depths of the heavens, not so much to the left or right of whatever various social platforms, but, deeper? i suppose.
the idea is to produce droning highly repetitive films.
musical enjoyments recently purchased=
.red light sting; our love is soaking in it
.kill me tomorrow; 7"
.armatron; 7"
.xbxrx w/ miss pussycat + Quintron: 7"
.man is the bastard; thoughtless....
.beautiful skin: 7"
.the locust; remixed cd
.sunshine: remixed