tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-312614082024-03-19T04:24:14.016+01:00Transmissions From WintermuteHow I learned... is 3/4 boys and 1/4 girl coming from Madison, Taipei, Tokyo and Stockholm. DJ writes about sci-fi, Mazur writes about movies, Laz writes about art and pop culture (TV), OhMyGodImMike writes about general culture (except for TV), and we all write about music. Yeah.DJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08514378051533022724noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31261408.post-27376518010776491552008-11-25T16:59:00.006+01:002008-11-27T01:25:42.247+01:00Future Post Year in Review 9375<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnnxDdnH2xNUfIzpdfKUlUYSOt5MG0qdHE4y0qYabFDY6xEYSYqNqkKNs1ehZ__u77PSNE3FLUH2eT5AOxcyha4lPLKHlkiVFwOf9rQydSBwSwoWj-53zuc1KWdDUPEC_us1m/s1600-h/retro_8.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 79px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwnnxDdnH2xNUfIzpdfKUlUYSOt5MG0qdHE4y0qYabFDY6xEYSYqNqkKNs1ehZ__u77PSNE3FLUH2eT5AOxcyha4lPLKHlkiVFwOf9rQydSBwSwoWj-53zuc1KWdDUPEC_us1m/s400/retro_8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272636162716281602" border="0" /></a><br /><br />It has been an exciting year, seeing a resurgence in the popularity of constructed world histories. Without any doubt, the driving force behind this movement was the history of <span style="font-style: italic;">Aegis 479</span>. We genuinely cried, for the first time in centuries, when we uploaded the Biostratic Entity's debut into our group mind.<br /><br />By now we all know the now iconic grace of the Paeric Empire's rise and slow destruction by the invading tribes from the southern continent. To sit with peasants among the ruins of their city and listen to the blind yul player Faridis Bochemid sing the sorrow of his peoples decline was by far the greatest moment in art this year.<br /><br />We are still baffled and fascinated by the counter-culture that grew in the isolated East Yeprz. Their irresistible beats still keep us moving. We lost ourselves on the dance floor night after night, and found ourselves again in the morning festivities and cafes.<br /><br />One thousand years later, the National Speaker's resignation speech following the first colonization of another planet combined with the religious turmoil of their times could even touch the coldest of our hive. We understood his decision, and we were proud to have him as a Speaker.<br /><br />When live with the Biostratic Entity, we dance with the universal feelings of love and loss.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.neave.com/television/">Faridis Bochemid - Thwixt Whixit </a>DJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08514378051533022724noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31261408.post-47942092021682852422007-09-28T17:31:00.000+01:002007-09-29T00:31:13.749+01:002653: The Year In Review<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.fashionpunk.com/PrintImages/2010.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.fashionpunk.com/PrintImages/2010.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">The following excerpt was originally published in</span> Growth And Prosperity in the Modern Age<span style="font-style: italic;"> with Howliday Publishing inc. I have decided to reprint it here based on it's seemingly insightful observations which we all know were completely unfounded with the light of hindsight.</span><br /><br />The year 2653 was an uncharacteristically innovative one compared with the basically boring output of 2652. Maybe we just had to find our own niche to set ourselves apart from the roaring '40s. We needed some breathing room to reinvent that iconic decade's impact on the greater Magellanic Clouds or at least absorb and digest all that had changed and happened. For me, the early '50s were most of all characterized by a mourning of the end of a very special era. An era that we can be proud to say that we had taken part in and will look back on in the coming years with love, and nostalgia.<br /><br />But the time of mourning has passed. Making headway in this burgeoning scene of new-anti-genres and pro-anti-neo-genres were such ambitious newcomers like People w/Problems, The Dumbest Luck, and So So So. Not only were these three visionary in their output, but signify a certain shifting of the guards. Spawning a bumper crop of imitators, we can see, easily, that these two groups and a collective will have an indispensable influence on the landscape of music in the years to come. I for one, welcome our nanite leaders in this exciting new age. . .<br /><br />. . .first and foremost of course, are Pw/P. Unabashedly influenced by Gamma Sigmotron The Last Human Band (not to be confused with Sigmoidal Gamblon), Pw/P more than anyone else this year, signified the birth of something new. It was not a derivative sound, it was an homage. At times it could be said that their approach was a general critique of all the 8-bit knockoffs that surfaced at GStLHB's peak, adding all the more irony to Pw/P's imitators. The approach of uploading themselves into planet bound containers and making music the same way as the humans of GStLHB, while the bodies slowly died as caustic atmospheric gases ate away at their fragile bodies, seems like a gimmick at first, but then you hear how it sounds. Theres something to be said for the loving adherence to the tropes of an old fashioned style which we had all thought could never have another relevant reinvention. I for one, only listened to 22nd century music for a long, long time after getting into Pw/P. Their second album was unleashed upon the public at the tail end of the year, still only several kiloseconds ago as I write this now. The eponymous album, a single 16 hour project cataloging and slowly reminning the dying cries of sentient supernovae, is oddly in sync with their other effort. Yes, this is a collective to look out for, lest they eat the diamond that your soul is stored on, and we may never look at the planets, or the stars, the same ever again.DJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08514378051533022724noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31261408.post-1161231840070435242006-10-19T04:39:00.000+01:002007-09-29T00:14:15.905+01:00Future Post &)_#gGGG<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3089/3372/1600/32.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3089/3372/320/32.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I am holding in my hand right now, and am looking at, an actual, factual, physical ipod. I can even feel the drives gently whirring away on occasion through the nano-fiber of my skingrafts. It was my grandfathers that he bought in 2017 when ipods were getting unwieldly small. Back then small unwieldly things were a fashion statement. I had to fix it up a little, because it's lithium ion batteries(!) had long ago worn themselves out and the feeble hard drive had puttered its poor self out its last playlist. <br /><br />I went to my grandfathers reanimation ceremony on Jantus Alpha for the weekend and although its not that big of a deal, he felt very grateful that I was the only one of my generation to attend. Dressed like Milla Jovovich in the beginning of The 5th Element, he put his fresh new arm around me and took me aside. He said, because he knew I was into kitch, and that he was really very grateful that I showed up, that he wanted me to have his ipod. <br /><br />Sizewise the ipod is stuck right between usefulness and transdermal implantation. Historically it must have been an era when the miniturization process had not reached a level where it could be used invisibly and connected to neural circuits, but still was at an advanced microprocessing stage. The manufacturers still had to show off the limits of how far it could be shrunk to, and as a result the thing is next to impossible to use. <br /><br />But enough about the outside. What I found inside is a whole other story. All this recent hype about Semi-Innovational Rock Band 3 is completely put into perspective browsing through my grandfathers database. Now, I know people try and be retro all the time and like you I listen to my share of 20th/21st century music, but what we lack is the historical perpective. We can listen to Semi-Innovational Rock Band 3, or 4 or 5, or check out Experimentalism-Electonic Stream of Consciousness Generator and look at the artistic references and influence sound clips embedded in the booklet, but its a totally dry experience. Playing with this now archaic device you begin to understand the technological restrictions people had. I know my grandfather never liked half these bands, but back then you had to actually listen to something to know if youd really like it. So here im left to explore artists that he liked, and ones he didn't. Some he'd found because corporate engines had piloted them into his ipod, and others made their way in on an offbeat title or by an idea that plays out better in theory than in sound. <br /><br />For you entertainment, I have taken all the tracks with the letters, A, K, I, R and A again, these I siphoned through a sound animator and abridged them into this single three minute, nine second track. Enjoy,<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/hiltswaltb/AlbumSpace/99YOUIAAL7/_zid-2178332/_open-/01._Kaneda.Mp3">Kaneda - Geinoh Yamashirogumi</a>DJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08514378051533022724noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31261408.post-1159377021280093872006-09-27T18:08:00.000+01:002007-09-29T00:17:33.131+01:00Oh my God it's the Future XÄÅ89261 and so on<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5164/3394/1600/stapler.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5164/3394/320/stapler.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />I am so scared. I am 93 years old and I haven't left my apartment in years. I don't know how many, because the robot bastard won't tell me. Maybe I'm not asking right. Everybody speaks <span style="font-style:italic;">different</span> now. He's probably programmed to understand them, and not me. Everybody speaks like they do in the middle section of that horrible book <a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cloud_Atlas">Cloud Atlas</a> that I read when I was young ( and extremely beautiful). It was so unbelievebly annoying to read that part, about the future, in a time after The Fall. Where everybody spoke like retards. Well. We're here now. Not the Fall, but people do say things like "ooo, I sense her with my spesh powers". That is one of the reasons I don't go out. The other is those flying android monkeys, that swoop down and pull poeples hair and scream obscenities. Something went horribly wrong with an experiment on an island somewhere by New Zeeland, and now those monkeys are just everywhere. It's awful, I can't even go out on my porch anymore without hearing the word cocksucker. Horrible. I do enjoy shooting them with my little lazer gun that I got from my great grandson Jurvo( what ever happend to biblical names? Oj oj, I think they are illegal now. Yes they said, eloquent as always " No uns gonnuh be name'd the'm name-os no mo're, tis because, well, peoples beened name'd the'm names too multi times in th'non-future".) One considerably disturbing fact is that Jurvo is just 5 years old. Kids all play with leathal weapons now, all different colored lazers. I can see them from my window at dusk and it's quite a spectacle, all those colores clashing, glowing in the dark. But eventually one of the kids gets killed, and mommy has to run out, annoyed, and give him one red pill, one yellow pill, and one pink pill. They kind of look like jellybeans actually, except they also give you life. ( Where were they when my husband died 2 years ago? I'm just saying). That's one of the better inventions they've come up with in the past year. Unlike those flying monkeys, who are, right now, as I'm dictating this into my floating iSphere - computer, sitting on my window sill, in a neat little row, all of them flipping me off. They think it's hilarious. <br /><br />Ahhhh, where was I? Right, the life beans. Sometimes kids steal them and feed them into different objects ( by metling them and dripping them onto the object). The other day I saw a kid with a pet stapler, hopping along by his side. Catching sticks and rolling around in puddles. Yeah, we don't have dogs anymore. They all left when they learned how to think and talk. They said they didn't love us anymore, and that they had to move on to something better. They didn't fly off into space like in Hitchikers guide to blah, if that's what youre thinking. I think they just drove off in cars. Dog heads sticking out from all the windows, tongues flapping so much they could hardy talk to eachother. I was happy for them. Most people just threw stuff at their passing caravan. People these days...what are you going to do? I don't know. In a few days, they are going to take my dead husband out of the big thermos our son insisted we put him in when he passed away. " Leave him be Skitto, he's been through enough already" , I told him, "I don't think anyones going to be able to bring back the dead anytime soon", I said. Yeah. I was wrong. For the first time in my life no less! So, yeah, I'm expecting him back by breakfast the day after tomorrow. He can help me curse at the monekeys with his hoarse old man voice, that always tends to scare them more then my shrieking.<br /><br />I have to go now, because the robot is giving me my sleeping pills. There's nothing I can do about it. I also think that he can read my mind. Good nightLazhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12327865439681836105noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31261408.post-1159067086269373512006-09-24T03:33:00.000+01:002007-09-29T00:13:56.609+01:00Future Post 3030<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4834/3440/1600/103-830298NEWBU.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/4834/3440/320/103-830298NEWBU.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br /> <br />It's the year 2106, unestimated changes have occured in the last century. weaponry has advanced as well as genetic endowment. Many thought that changing your childs eye color is playing god and opening Pandora's box. Well there must not be a name for the box that has been opened by the government. They stole the top genenticists in the world and now give carbon-subsidies for those who volenteer their children to be genetically endowed as basically the perfect human. . Sign under the dotted line and you're eternally enslaved as a gubernatorial fighting machine. Optic diodes can now be placed behind a citizens eyes to show everything they see on cctv. Basically using you're eyes as lenses. This is only if the person is cohersed into volenteering for such a thing. But now since life legally begins at conception a parent can submits to their child having diodes placed. After a diode is implanted the only way to have privacy of sight is to look crookedly at everything so the diode thinks you're looking straight. Unfortunately now scientists are making the diodes directionally sensitive. The internet has turned into a raging, non-sensicle, narcissustic hell hole, with governmental supervision up so high, degeneration is also at an all-time high. When you do a search on the internet 98% of it comes up as sex, bloody rape, animal sex, people being shot, people being eaten by lions, people cutting off their own extremeties, and so on. About two percent of the population still craves knowledge, but there simply dying off.<br /><br />We are now in the 2pacalyptic reign of the all powerful United States. It seems as though 2pac has risen from the dead and been elected president. Anyone with half a brain knows that it's just a governmental figurehead tarnishing his name in order to mobilize all the gangsters and wanna be gangsters into holocaustic angst. It's only allowable these days to play gangster rap in public. It's the only way they knew how to deal with the overwhelming problem of thugs roaming the streets in anarchy looking for violence. Make them fight for us. If you can't beat 'em them join 'em. Such an abrasive force needs to be on our team. Well not my team, their team...my enemy. As if that wasn't enough they made viniscular petrol half price for those who Join their team. Viniscular Petrol is another fossil fuel (hybrid of petrol) they managed to invent purely for the purpose of exploitation. In the midst of the worst fuel crisis in history that is the only way anyone can get around by not walking or biking. They made the electric bike almost impossible to get, The quadrangle moped is still being horded by big business and only sold at extortionist prices.<br /><br />What angers the idiom underground the most is that they still try to pass this off as a democracy. It's what they call a cogitational democracy, basically they rigged the election so only the ruling elite or those directly involved with the military's vote is counted. The one bright spot is that the idiom underground's cult leader is The Great Deltron 3030. The former underground rapstar's prophetic holding body has now transformed into a powerful neuromancer. The great scientist of the 36th decade discovered celluloidal phenomena which can allow the host body to undertake physical landscape sculpting for those lucky enough to have been blessed by his work . Deltron and the great scientest are select members of the quasi-demensoinal guild where decades are measured as centuries with even enough information to fit a millenniums work into ten year periods because of the morph in the intra-dementional space time shift. The host body's mind can operate at a thousand times the power and effeciency than that of those with ordinary cerebral output. The quasi-dimensional guild want to take out the 2pacylptic party as soon as possible before Mother Nature takes care of all the common people. The Quasi-dimentional guid wants the coup achieved mostly with the mind, but also with body-morphine infiltration skills. They want it done cleanly and correctly. Hit them at the core. Washington. Only politicians die. Their still a patron to their own bureaucracy that they methodically crafted around. They haven't even have to implemint martial law. That was done cleanly and correctly and artistically, you have to give them credit for that. And here I sit, in the basement of the Quasi-dimentional's headquarters in a cave in an appalachian cliff, working as there scribe and bookeeper. Alone and paranoid and on drugs. They don't realize I have to be on amphetemines to keep up with brains that function exponentially faster than my measely post-human cranium.<br /><br />Here's a track from our great future leader<br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/hiltswaltb/AlbumSpace/7E9CTFDH3A/_zid-2008733/_open-/02_-_3030.mp3">Deltron 3030-3030</a><br /></div>ohmygodimmikehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00708856128839320842noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31261408.post-1157894235150683012006-09-10T14:09:00.000+01:002007-09-29T00:15:09.951+01:00Future Post *50110100x0x0<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7842/3400/1600/ll-twir1.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7842/3400/320/ll-twir1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br /><br />With the advent of the critical tenets of hypersolipsism, the Free York cinema scene has become a bore, one unparalleled since the height of glam-fascism 30 years ago with it’s strict requirements of the socialist-whore-realist framework. At first glance this return to the slow trainwreck filmmaking ethos of unmediated organic rot which has been sweeping the 4 coasts and post-fire South for the last several months seemed fresh, or at least a fresh regurgitation. But by now the discerning flesh and post-human art communities have discovered it’s crude core to be nothing more than a mute inversion of the principles of the all to familiar Android Pain genre, (or the wider tech-tistic phenomena of robot existentialism of which it is a product). When the post-cameras were turned from the all-white transcendental landscapes, Bleeding Christian narratives, and Particle-Level Realism of the original movement (with such canonical examples as “Three Hours of Orphan Tears: A Meditation” and “Hitler Robot Staring Contest”) which allowed us to contemplate the spiritual architecture inherent in obsessive counting and nuclear flagellation, to the unblinking cybotic documentation of personal acts of cinematic blood letting, something was lost from the medium. How many times do I need to watch 8 hours of a hipster with blood-tattoos vomiting in a badly lit closet? I’ve seen it, a lot. Simply aiming the bottomless red eye of a telephono lens at a mirror while you cut yourself with a piece of metal doesn’t automatically guarantee the documentation of true feeling. When the experience is cybernetically inauthentic the programmed sentiment is as well. The New Human Cinema simply cannot handle the bloated weight of these decadent platitudes. I long for a return to the dreams of hyperstructuralism, like the early Binary “on/off” Movement or the Robot Scream-Siren cycle. Days when early cybot poets could stand in a sterile room with a full platter of film, describing the contents of each frame in exact detail as they spooled it onto the floor. Back when film meant something.<br /><br />Here are some archival recordings finally reexamined by the Academic Machine due to their inclusion in “FaceDisplace”, the first of the midnight Hammerslam films. As if this over sexed genre hadn’t received enough visibility already, a retrospective is scheduled for next Smarch at <a href="http://moma.org/">MOMA</a>.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/hiltswaltb/AlbumSpace/5M1U9JNY0U/_zid-1903187/_open-/21_Torture_garden.mp3">Torture Garden - John Zorn & Naked City</a> <br /><br /><a href="http://www.ezarchive.com/hiltswaltb/AlbumSpace/169XTLYMV/_zid-1903182/_open-/I_Lead_You_Toward_Glorious_Times.mp3">I Lead You Towards Glorious Times - Merzbow</a>Mazurhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07611019952229697490noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31261408.post-1155324347600474142006-08-11T20:09:00.000+01:002007-09-29T00:15:56.545+01:00Futurepost 0010480XZZ016R2<a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3089/3372/1600/darpa-shark.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3089/3372/320/darpa-shark.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><br />With the advent of modern technology and the non-metal revolution there has been a slow return to the traditional instruments and hand crafted ones. Still there hasn't been a true beacon of artistry to represent the fledgling genre, especially with so many lazy young artist simply using music diodes to write their music for them. Why can't they see that just injecting a syring full of nanites into your head will never be as authentic as getting down to the grindstone and actually writing something by hand. Maybe I'm just getting old after all, my original body is long gone, and really what can a personality upload say to a fleshy with any resonance? Maybe I'm just trying to live vicariously through first generation lives when they want to do something different and create their own style of art. Maybe its for the best, but I cant see it. <br />As far as I can see, the only truly authentic thriving style today is dolphin folk music. Its all I've been really been lisenting to these days anyways. Theres just so much to catch up on. I know, I know, youre saying "how do you relate to the music of a species youre not even part of" well fugg that. Music is universal and I'll stick to what I like whatever the popular majority says. Lets just hope human and cyborg trends don't catch on like they seem to be and taint this one remaining pure traditional art form. Lets hope they can learn from our mistakes and stay away from the brainwave imaging that we have sunk so far to.DJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08514378051533022724noreply@blogger.com1