I really just want to listen to old music I love most of the time. I keep trying to feed myself new books and movies, but I always find myself falling back in to old patterns. It's like that time me and alex were walking in prospect park and found a battery wedged in a fallen tree trunk. It looked as though the trunk grew around the battery and it just became part of the tree through stupid coincidence. It was also a battery brand I didn't recognize, and looked like the sort of antiquated energy source used to power a walkman or a ghetto blaster.

I forget where I was going with this, but I think I'm old enough now where I've formed indelible qualities and old man sticking points to what I like and what I don't. But I usually end up contradicting myself. For instance, seeing alex katz in person was like a brick to my head. I guess the subject matter undermines the process and allure of those thin, thin, fresh layers of paint. I mean, how excited would you be if I told you about some paintings of anna wintour and a bunch of flowers.. maybe a lake and a cat. Sounds mind numbing, I know, but trust me, they are really great flowers.

I am trying to keep the spirit of this blog alive which is I am usually drunk when I write in it.

My favorite person right now is Luigi Palma di Cesnola. He was the first director of the Metropolitan Museum of Art and a fucking crazy motherfucker. I can just imagine him ripping sarcophagus's from the ground in Cyprus and screaming, "ka-ching!" His wikipedia article is much more stately than the account I am reading of him. I don't know, everyone looks diginified in photos taken before 1980.

when I first started down the track

of trying to find this k-pop song I heard in H Mart today, I promised myself it would be a two hour commitment. But then youtube was all like, "no it doesn't work like that you dumb bitch," and here I am four hours later.

Let me tell you some things about k-pop. There is no such thing as too many band members. It feels like everyone in Korea has used the same synthesizer for the past like... thirty years. If there is ever a misgiving about the direction of a song, you should probably add some flute. By Korean genre standards, maroon5 would be considered a "melodic punk band." I guess it's comforting to know that mainstream creative lousery is a cross-cultural affliction.

After wading through progressive-folk, weird doors copy cat bands, and acoustic twee backwash, I don't know right from wrong, good from bad, and I forget who I am. I managed to find some gems, but I can hear some sloshing in my head so maybe I'm not to be trusted.


channeling edith piaf


kim choo ja is this lady who puddles herself on the floor, and then sings by herself, usually angrily.

last three, top of the heap.






now excuse me while i attempt to reconstruct my psyche.

non-boring video art

it's like the beauty of formalism and abstraction combined with the satisfaction of fucking shit up.

http://www.ubu.com/film/hubbard.html

put the fucking lotion in the basket

i think i kind of love this movie

which probably makes me kind of a bad person