11.04.2009

Hong Kong, I Love You, But You're Freaking Me Out


I'm way into Johnnie To right now - the man who effectively holds the crown that John Woo no longer deserves to wear upon his dome. Those with access to Netflix - peep game on the watch instantly feature and check out Exiled, The Mission, and/or Election for his best stuff - triad films.

WHY?
I mean,



It don't necessarily come across in the trailer, but the man's got style like whoa. Spaghetti western in Macau with crazy dope visuals and camera movement. If I had more time I'd give you a proper geek out on this film, but this'll have to do. Now go forth and watch movies.




11.03.2009

Addendum


We are not the same, I am a martian.

I used to be just like all the haters, but at least I knew it:

The flow chart above was an attempt to understand why an upper middle class kid might simultaneously disdain popular hip hop for being "inauthentic" and "capitalist," fetishize popular music, and embrace underground hip hop or "backpacker rap." Starting from the foundations of rap as black counterculture, and moving down, I tracked an internal divide in hip hop music, and how both sects have been appropriated by white audiences. As the legend goes, mainstream hip hop's primary audience is white kids in the midwest. Think about all those Souljah Boy videos of girls in white tees and Clemson sweatpants. On the other hand, underground music has also been appropriated by a white audience, as a music that has some sort of power- in its perceived authenticity, and its anti-capitalist tendencies. Stop a random kid at an elite private college in the Northeast, ask him who his favorite rapper is, and you're as likely to hear the name Brother Ali as you are Biggie. The word "backpacker" has been thrown out in reference to this music, a term that resonates doubly, alluding to the purported "intellect" of underground music (backpacks), while also its appropriation into whiteness (backpacking, as in, rich kids hiking the Appalachian Trail). Listening to backpacker rap becomes a way for white kids to somehow gain a type of cultural "authenticity."

This is where I was at on 12/15/08.

I've moved in my position since then. For one thing, I have less criticism for mainstream hip hop as an entity. Simply put, Hot 97 made this summer for me. I've been all about Throw it in the Bag, Who's Real, and that Hurricane Chris song about Halle Berry. For me, mainstream music has become so fascinated with an American construction of materialism that this very philosophy is no longer its purported downfall. In fact, it's one of the most outstanding, self-aware critiques of capitalism I know. We've seen sculptor Damien Hirst's diamond skull, we know this Marxist critique of capitalism, it's old hat. Mainstream hip hop raises it one: critical acts from within capitalism's very framework. Fabolous bragging of his diamond-studded watch is an act of resistance, suggesting that the oppressive system isn't as far-reaching as it wants to be, and that some of the very people (young black males) who weren't suppose to acquire power, did. This is relevant in a way that a comfortable upper-middle class white guy calling out capitalism is not. It's also as powerful as any critique coming from backpack rap.
Thus, this post is dedicated to anyone who has off-handedly thrown out the terms "pop music" or "gangsta rap" or "popular rap" as an example of crappy music, or as a reference to the decline of American society. HI HATERS.

PS
There has been a rise of hybrid rappers lately, who question the boundary between mainstream and underground. This is a beautiful thing.
(More on that here, shamelessly)

10.31.2009

Post-Mischief Night Verse Appreciation


Stumble in somnambulance so
Pre-dawn corpses come to life
Armies of the dead survive
Armies of the hungry ones

Only ones, lonely ones
Ripped up like shredded wheat
Only ones, lonely ones
Be a sort of human picnic

This ain't no love-in
This ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling in my arm

You think you're a zombie
You think it's a scene
From some monster magazine
Well, open your eyes too late

This ain't no fantasy, boy
This ain't no love-in
This ain't no happening
This ain't no feeling in my arm



10.30.2009

Cars.



You know, I could post something about Halloween. But that would be lame and topical. Instead, I'd much rather post some things that I haven't expressed yet. I love cars. They inspire me in ways that I'm not sure how to express. I started working on cars back when I was about 12, fiddling around with my dad's 1976 BMW 2002. A helluva simple car, I started taking the engine apart to clean it and figure out how it all worked. I think my conception of every car's internals stems from the little four cylinder under the hood. I can't count how many times I put things back together in the wrong way and then retraced my steps to fix the problem.

In high school, I started fixing up my great-grandfather's 1940 Buick (pictured above, with the 2002) which he purchased new off the showroom floor. After three summers, I got it running again after sitting for almost 20 years. Those two cars taught me more about problem-solving, determination, mechanics, and everything else than I could have ever imagined. Because of that experience, my mind is never so at peace as when I'm fixing something mechanical, visualizing how all the pieces fit together to spin, float, tap, drive, or what have you.


Here are some cars.



















10.25.2009

FREEZY

It is downright shameful that this dude is going to jail. Fuck.

And nobody ever tell me he spread himself too thin. Get out my face and join the movement.

Maybe Everything That Dies Someday Comes Back

OCTOBER 27th: A GHOST IS BORN



PS

10.17.2009

Live Wired


Last year around March, I entered a design competition as part of an independent tutorial in architecture. The competition, co-sponsored by the Bronx Museum and the Design Trust for Public Space, was centered around the Grand Concourse in the Bronx, NY, and asked for anything relating to it, in any medium. I came up with a sort of socio-urbanist plan enacted using audio-visual technology. It's call LiveWired, and you can check it out on my website.

As of this summer, my proposal was selected as one of seven finalists in what turned out to be an international competition with over 200 entries. Needless to say, I'm thrilled and delighted to be included in such a select group of designs. What it means is that I'll be included in a two month long exhibition at the Bronx Museum, along with the six other finalists. I'm planning on installing some sort of example of my plan, which will hopefully start a dialogue between people in the museum and those in local businesses.

The exhibition opens on November 1st and runs until January 3rd, so if you're in the city please come and check it out!

-Angus

10.15.2009

Night Night

The Once And Future King