Monday, July 20, 2009

This is it, last post, you don't have to go home but you can't stay here.

Just a goodbye post to the blogger digs. I'ts been real, Blogger. I will be picking the bones of the site over the year but all posts will eventually be redirected to their new repository here. Plz come visit for more of the same at The OverDrone.

Monday, May 11, 2009

Hitler's Youth (or the artist as fascist the fascist as artist Pt. 1)

Ok, everybody knows about Hitler not getting accepted into Art School and then going on to cause quite a bit of trouble in the thirties and forties, right? But did you know that Mussolini was a writer of serial fiction? Or that Franco forced political prisoners to carve a massive underground basilica?
Jeff Koons eat your heart out! With the resources of an entire country and and an iron disregard towards human rights anything can be accomplished. If that sounds tempting, it is probably because you are an artist, or a fascist, whatever ...
In this ongoing series we will look at fascists who were once artists, and artists who are at least a little bit fascist.

Pt.1 Hitler's Youth

It is common knowledge that Hitler was an artist before he was a mass murderer. I have just returned from reading a passage from his bestseller,
"I had been by far the best in my class at drawing, and since then my ability had developed amazingly; my own satisfaction caused me to take a joyful pride in hoping for the best."
But unfortunately for the world, the Vienna Academy would not accept him as a student. He goes on to say that they reccommended him for the architecture program but there was a problem see, he forgot to mail his student loans off and then they were going to make him room with like, two other guys in the dorm and so hitler was all, "Vergessen Sie das!"
No not really, what happened was he went to take some make up classes at the Technic and they wouldn't admit him because they "required a high-school degree". In other words Hitler needed to get his G.E.D..

If any of this sounds familiar than you probably either have some flaky artist friends or are a flaky artist yourself. Don't get all mad and invade Poland or anything just go make an installation with menstrual blood and sealing wax and the urge will go away. But take note artists! Apart from Vaclav Havel, artists have done a shitty job of running things in the real world. That is why funding for the arts must be increased. An artist unleashed into reality is a dangerous thing.

Let's take a quick look at two of Adi Schickelgruber's pieces. First we've got the picture that, unless he meant to draw the model snapping her own neck, cinched his non-acceptance into the academy. She appears to have dislocated her left shoulder in the process but she remains happy.
Perhaps she is thinking,
"I may be dying but at least no one will notice that my arms are twice the length of my body and that my breasts are two different sizes!"

On second thought it is a good thing he didn't go to the Academy. If he had presented this at critiques there would be a Nazi colony on Mars right now.

Here is the next one. This one answers one of two questions; either Hitler could not draw women or he did not know how to recognize a transvestite.
I think the inscription reads,
"Dearest Eva,
I have never met a woman with shoulders like yours.
Love Adolf
PS Last night was fab, let's do it with the lights on tonight!"

That is it for now fascist watchers and art fans. Remember to keep your paint flowing and never lead a populist movement to overthrow the government on account of one lousy bad review, OK?

Reference, odds and sods
This one fawns over Hitler (kind of icky)
Adolf on the couch
Hitler's own Da Vinci Code
Jake and Dinos, cheeky buggers

Thursday, May 7, 2009

It's life Jim, but not as we know it ...

Seeing the new one tomorrow

Thursday, April 30, 2009

Goddammit Why!?!?

This won't take long as I am forcing myself to listen to ... arg, tweet tweet bitch, tweet tweet ... to listen to the song again and again as I write this.
I wanted to include the video of Andy Milonakis' moving portrayal of a typical twitter user as an androgynous mole person with a short attention span and country grammar but when the time came to Edit the old HTML I couldn't do it. You are going to have to click on the link but remember, you have to really want it.


Monday, April 13, 2009

Lemmy Sing You A Love Song

The OverDrone is still functioning and I have good news for those of you who check in regularly (Google Spiderbots #'s 8, 9 and 33, my devoted fanbase). And maybe perhaps, possibly there might be a newer and better OverDrone for the internets to ignore.
This Summer, hopefully ...

Picture above is viewable on my flickr stream thingie here.

This version reminds me of what a catchy songwriter Lemmy is. He'd fit right in with Burt Bacharach and Sir Paul wouldn't he?

... and don't forget the joker

Sunday, April 12, 2009

trippple nippples is PPP

I recently switched from using gross messy old cd's to a brand new mp3 player. It's not perfect by any means, on plugging it into my computer I found that the 2 gigs promised on the packaging is actually only 1.7 gigs. This makes for a very cramped environment in there, electro-certified bangers rub elbows with alt.metal epics while sparse keytard folk songs make disapproving noises over the multiple a-milli remixes. And the line-up! Don't even get me started. Even four hundred songs, shuffled endlessly can get tiring, so I am always removing large chunks of music and replacing it with newer, fresher music. Most tracks only make it through one or two purges before they go to that big recycling bin in the sky or if they are lucky, the cryonics chamber of my 8 gig zip drive.

Today we're are going to talk about one band that has consistently made the cut despite having only three songs and a handful of remixes to their name.

PPP aka trippple nippples
trippple nippples is made up of three young ladies from the island nation of Japan. In the frontispiece for this essay you will see qrea nippple in her mutant cow suit at the bottom. Above her is yuka nippple and then nabe nippple, in blue.
The cow suits, I suspect, have something to do with their claims that they are only trying to help humanity by shooting magic miracle milk into our minds.

In their self titled track, PPP, the nippples lament the persecution they suffer while spreading the message of this miracle milk.
"We just want people to be happy, Yeah?" They sing, as if they are unsure how anyone could remain glum while listening to their bouncy party music. I certainly can't.

Then there is RIP Meat, an ode to the meatpacking industry maybe? A concise summary of selected chapters of Upton Sinclair's "The Jungle" possibly? The nippples apologize for the last time in the chorus and urge us to put it out of our minds. I think this is the first band to call attention to social injustices in the first stanza and then call for an uncompromised forgetting of the aforementioned social issue in the chorus.

Cavity, the latest track by PPP, is a fractured, impressionist saga about going to the dentist overlaid with sweet synth tones that would make the keyboard guy from Depeche Mode weep for lost opportunities. I haven't spent as much time with this track so I don't know how it will stand up against the first two but this boy reporter has drunk the kool-aid and it is made of magic miracle milk. Besides, look at the graphic for the single.

So that is it, I admit that I know practically nothing about this threesome except that they are based in Tokyo and that they sometimes dress up as cows but the exotic cadences of their accented english laid over the synth hooks and electro beats gets me every time. I have played the nippples at least once a day since my first exposure and am looking forward to more of their deadpan "brain damaging pop".

PPP=trippple nippples a digression

Punch the letters PPP into wikipedia and the list that comes up is a potpourri of political peoples parties, absent from wikipedia's entries is the only example of the acronym which promises to shoot miracle nipple milk all over your tupples(whatever those are). But wait, you say, how can a band called trippple nippples abbreviate itself as PPP? I refer you to the diagram above. I vaguely remember reading about the use of this capital letter in this visually punning manner somewhere on the internet but I haven't been able to find it. Anyone with information on this please drop me a line.

Nota Brevis: In the course of my research I came across this video of Harajuku girls set against a PPP track and a short video of the girls in concert. Enjoy.

but never ever go here in search of anything, I warned you.

trippple nippples