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Although this year-end list is comprised largely of things that neither happened in 2012, nor were put out in 2012, I don’t think that actually matters. The fundamental idea behind putting out a list rather than a column at year’s end is to give oneself a break from the usual pedantry and instead focus on things that cheered you up and potentially not feel like shit for a few minutes. I’m thinking of this much in the same way I thought of my ‘List’ posts done earlier in the year, with perhaps more ambition and a great deal more content. I’ve enjoyed a lot of things this year, and rather than sit around pissed at the fact that I’ve got another fucking miserable year ahead to look forward to, I’m taking a second to remember this shit.
Something something ‘big year in reading’ blah blah blah:
Don DeLillo, I think more than any author in the past 12 months reading/rereading ‘White Noise,’ ‘Great Jones Street,’ ‘Cosmopolis,’ and ‘MAO II,’ made up some of the greatest literary moments I’ve had. I wrote about it for HTML Giant here as well as the Cronenberg rendition of ‘Cosmopolis,’ that I found quite compelling. Dennis Cooper, I began reading Cooper as a result of stumbling upon his Paris Review interview and falling in love—to my mind he’s the only scribe yet to cite pornography as a direct influence on his work in those often tame though thorough interviews. This year it’s been the George Miles Cycle and a collection of his nonfiction called ‘Smothered in Hugs,’ that I’m currently devouring (actually, I received two copies of this for Christmas accidentally, so if you want one: email@example.com). Let’s see, I enjoyed ‘Play it as it Lays’ by Joan Didion a great deal. I reread some Exley this year. Peter Manso’s biography of Norman Mailer (comprised entirely of interviews discussing the man and his work). ‘All the Pretty Horses,’ by Cormac McCarthy…
Pasolini, duh. Gaspar Noe, duh. Lars Von Trier, duh. The Master, duh. I didn’t particularly enjoy the final installment of the Dark Knight trilogy although I think I really wanted to. I don’t know. Honestly, I hate just writing lists of shit I’ve watched or read or listened to. I like to acknowledge good art, but these end-of-the-year lists tend towards being just lists and lack a personal flair or anything regarding the actual end of 2012. I’m sitting here listening to a band called Hoax that a friend told me about because he thought I’d love them because their singer beats the shit out of himself every time they perform. He was right. Slow, churning, progressively speeding-up hardcore from the depths of human misery and the perfect thing to set your day right if you feel like a gutless turd. ALSO, LYNNE RAMSAY’S FILMS ARE FUCKING MAGNIFICIENT. I took a course this year on Scottish film and did a presentation on her work and ‘Ratcatcher,’ ‘Morvern Callar,’ and ‘We Need to Talk about Kevin,’ were some masterpieces I couldn’t have gotten through class without. Check them out. They’re good. They’re fucking good. They’re fucking good. They’re fucking good.
This has actually been a big year for music and I’ve written about a ton of it here at the Cabana. Iggy Pop, Lorn, Dolor, adoptahighway, The Demix, Sleetwalker, HOAX, Condominium, Ceremony, Death Grips, Bach, La Monte Young, John Cage, Philip Glass, Mozart, Glenn Gould, all of these have played immense roles in my retaining some level of sanity during the year and I’m endlessly grateful to those still living and putting shit out frequently or not. I live for their shit. I’m a thirsty leech living off music and media and whatever-the-fuck-else you people make and if I didn’t have you I’d be dead. I wouldn’t write. I wouldn’t eat. I wouldn’t go for walks and punch the air because I hate myself. I wouldn’t do anything. Thank you. Fuckers. Thank you fuckers. Thank. You. Fuckers.
WELCOME TO 2013-ish
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MELT has been my platform to do the shows I want to see and play with artists I like, which are a bit more on the experimental side, and thankfully it’s worked out. I’ve been very influenced by almost 2 years of MELT and the people that have been a part of it. I’ve left every show inspired, ready to work and figure out how to get better. I’ve also been involved with and played at events like Beyond Awesome, #blackout and Bass Kitchen, which bring more of a focus to dance floor friendly side of electronic music, whereas MELT is more about making your brain dance and neck snap. I’ve also been fortunate enough to be able to play with some of my favorite bands like Secret Chiefs 3 and Boris. I take a different approach to each situation and I get to express myself in many ways. Through all these various channels I’ve connected with people and have had a solid year. It all works for me, they are not the same experiences, but are all rewarding. My attitude with creating and sharing my music has always been to get it out in the world any way I can whether it’s performing live or recorded.
Do you approach working on separate projects with the same basic creative impulse, or is there a certain way to approach putting on a show, say, that wouldn’t translate to creating a mix, or a new track?
I dive into projects with the same impulse and creative drive for sure. And with an event like MELT, it’s very similar to putting a mix together. The music has to compliment and contrast each other, it has to make sense that these people are playing together. The night has to flow a certain way from beginning to end. It’s a creative process. But then there’s the logistics of the show: emails, booking, making posters, hanging posters, spending too much time online. But hey, finish a track, make some art, upload the mp3, email, tell your friends, spend too much time online. It all ties together. When you have your hands in various things it’s seems natural to me that it all becomes part of one giant picture.
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