The poster wall is dead. Long live the poster wall! I'm looking forward to seeing what will become of the embattled corner of 11th and Pine now that postering will be managed by the folks down the block at Crybaby Studios. It's off to a slow start, but hopefully they'll get more space and the community will use it for good instead of evil.
At midnight last night, Sacramento based Death Grips released their new album, No Love Deep Web, for free. The cover art is a picture of a penis with the album title written on it in Sharpie. (Click link above for your viewing pleasure, if you are 18, and not surrounded by children or people that would be offended by seeing a dick with handwritten words on it.) The date of the album release seems to have been a point of contention, with Death Grips' twitter saying:
The label wouldn’t confirm a release date for NO LOVE DEEP WEB “till next year sometime”
The label will be hearing the album for the first time with you
So it’s out. And it crushes. Death Grips are a three-piece armada. Rap-heaves of electronic brute pissing kerosene on a fire.
Mike Klay at Powerslide Design has been churning out one gorgeous poster after another lately, and this is my favorite of the bunch. See more at www.powerslidedesign.com.
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What the hell? Oh wait, there's a new photography show opening there today: "Seattle Music Project: A Photgraphic Retrospective Of The Seattle Music Scene." Nordstrom cares about music? I guess they do! The show was curated by one of Seattle's ass-kicking-est photographers, Lance Mercer, and runs through Sept 30th. That's two weeks. Go see it! Nordstrom Downtown. Metro Level.
This weekend marked the second annual NEPO 5k DON'T RUN, a five kilometer marathon walk filled with art and performances around every corner. This year included 48 stops along the way, live performances at the finish line, and a plethora of stylish attendees.
WHAT IS RAPE CULTURE? Rape Jokes. Fear culture. Dinner ≠ Booty. Disney??? Why is the victim on trial? One "No" is rape. Because it happens & did to me.
I thought I had a lot to say about it. I thought I had something insightful to offer, to add to the conversation. Something about solidarity. Something about how it's hard and painful to read a giant wall full of words about rape. Something about how it makes me feel or what it makes me think. Something about how art that makes you uncomfortable, art that makes you confront things, is a good thing. But I guess I don't have much to say; I just want people to see this. This is why I live here. This makes me proud. This conversation is bigger than the poster wall, it's bigger than a blog. Let's keep having it. Thanks, Girl Army. I love coming to work every day and seeing what new madness you're exploding on that wall and around the hood. I like that it makes people uncomfortable. Rape should make you uncomfortable. Thanks to the people who are sharing personal stories on the wall, too. That's intense. Thank you.
What is rape culture? Rape culture is where rape & sexual violence is an accepted & expected norm. It supports violence against us & makes rape seem okay. It tells us it's our fault & tells the perpetrators it's their nature. Complicity in silence = rape culture. Rape jokes are not funny. How we dress does not mean yes.
In celebration of the 50th anniversary of Seattle's Worlds Fair, Bumbershoot is paying a special tribute to Elvis Presley, star of the film It Happened at the World's Fair, rider of the monorail, and eater of peanut butter and banana sandwiches. Elvistravaganza features a bunch of pieces by different artists, all sharing their own special interpretation of the King and/or his legacy. There's a lot of good/funny/smart/weird stuff to be seen. Here are a just a few of my favorites (which look much better in person).
I spent the weekend at Lo-Fi Arts Festival, which sprawled across the magical lands of Smoke Farm. This years theme, "Farm Time 2012," exhibited 75 talented artists and was attended by hundreds of guests, many adorned in farm fashion looks.
"Wavvy" is a single off the forthcoming Cosmic Angel (the Rebirth of the Showgirl). It’s a rap/hip-hop project that is the followup to his psych rock hammer Mykki Blanco & the Mutant Angels, which is a noise of a whole different genre that creeps, and screams, and thuds like early Stooges work.
As commenter Seattle Peach points out, "Poster Giant can't exist without their clients." So if those posters really are for/connected to PAX Prime, as other commenters and bloggers have noted, I wonder what PAX thinks of the Poster Giant controversy? PAX has a reputation for being a relatively safe/lady-friendly nerd con, due to its anti-booth-babes stance and for having a decent anti-sexual-harassment policy (and apparently decent enforcement of both). Although, they did get taken to school last year over a but-I-though-our-rape-joke-was-hilarious situation (just google "dickwolves" for more info). So... I wonder if they'd mind that they're now maybe part of the current poster wall brouhaha? I have some e-mails out to see if I can get an answer.
UPDATE: The posters are for Hawken, a game by Adhesive Games, who have a booth at PAX Prime, which they direct you to on their poster. But the posters don't seem sponsored in any way by PAX itself. Poster Wall War 2012 continues. PAX's involvement = pretty dang nonexistent.
Last night's work didn't even make it until noon today. Here's a picture of the poster hanger (presumably from Poster Giant, although he packed up his stuff and walked away before I could go outside and ask) photographing the freshly hung posters:
Let's see how long it takes for someone to come and poop (not literally! PLEASE not literally!) on Poster Giant's efforts...
Surely you've seen the news, this December Beck "I'd be a lot cooler if I weren't a Scientologist" Hansen and McSweeney's are teaming up to release a new album that isn't an album at all, but actually a collection of sheet music. To hear the songs, you'll have to play them yourself. (Or, at least, wait about 24 hours after it's out to watch the thousands of YouTube videos of other people playing it.)
In the wake of Modern Guilt and The Information, Beck’s latest album comes in an almost-forgotten form—twenty songs existing only as individual pieces of sheet music, never before released or recorded. Complete with full-color, heyday-of- home-play-inspired art for each song and a lavishly produced hardcover carrying case (and, when necessary, ukelele notation), the Song Reader is an experiment in what an album can be at the end of 2012—an alternative that enlists the listener in the tone of every track, and that’s as visually absorbing as a dozen gatefold LPs put together.
The songs here are as unfailingly exciting as you’d expect from their author, but if you want to hear “Do We? We Do,” or “Don’t Act Like Your Heart Isn’t Hard,” bringing them to life depends on you.
They go on to say that "Readers’ (and select musicians’) renditions of the songs will be featured on the McSweeney’s website." I think this is great! Pompous, sure. But an innovative experiment of what a record is and can be in a world where it's so easy to access, interpret, record, and share music.
I must know! Is it cool art? Or is it a stinky fart?