Happy New Year!

We have no big plans this New Year’s Eve so it’s video making time.

And at least we have champagne.



In the mail

This came in the mail today. Yay!

2012-12-13 20.21.03

I reckon that this is where my appreciation from badness came from. I can pin it down to the summer of 1995. I have no idea who I was with at the time or what I was doing but I do know that it was picked up at the El Mocombo in Toronto at some event: a copy of Crad Kilodney’s (Ed) Second Charnel House Anthology of Bad Poetry. I won it. For doing something I can’t recall. The book came out at parties for entertainment. It moved with me from apartment to apartment.  And then someone borrowed it and it was gone. Forever.

I’ve recently been soul-searching, trying to figure out my appreciation for ‘other’ things and it all came back to that book. I couldn’t remember if it was the second or first anthology but  upon seeing  the first in person I now realize that it was the second that I had won.

“Won’t you please post an excerpt?”

No, no, you can’t ask that. I can’t do that?!.

OK. Maybe I can.

Here is an excerpt from an unknown author (figured that was fair enough).



The child sat on a postage stamp

The queen suffocated

The child is now queen



Recently I acquired a near-complete run of Op Magazines (1978-1984). I hadn’t intended on purchasing them, just  browse through them for a couple of days and photocopy anything useful for present/future research projects. But I got sucked in. And they were for sale.

The ads themselves were just as fascinating as the articles/interviews, perhaps even more so.

Here are a couple of ad images.

More on Op later.

Ads in Op

Lovely Music Ad

Hunker Down

Due to my intense immersion in the Jandekian quagmire that is my dissertation, I realize that in order to resurface a (read in order for it to be finished already!) I need to put aside creating/posting on music/film projects and continue the hunker down. For the time being, and for this site to not wither away completely (or any more than it already has), I’ll go back to making more regular posts.  They will casual, not at all creative.

A good clean place to start is with an upload of an image of the bar of soap that found its way to our kitchen table yesterday. Rich gave some money to WFMU’s  recent fundraiser. They sent him a bar of soap as a thank you. Along with a good portion of its home-state New Jersey, the independent station fell victim to Hurricane Sandy earlier this month.

WFMU Miracle Soap

Now that this is all posted here, I feel that I can lay it to rest.

The process of posting this video reminds me of my old college radio program days. My program, called “In the Muse,”  ran on Tuesdays in the summer at CFBU Brock U Radio in Saint Catharines. When an ear-worm  would niggle its way into my brain, I used it as a thread for a show. It was as if playing it over the airwaves would somehow pour the sound out of my ears and into the universe. Or at least into the Student Building. Later that summer, my ear-worms reached the city proper when CFBU finally obtained their frequency license. My last show there was a tribute to William Burroughs who had passed away a week or two before the show aired. There’s nothing quite like gracing the city of Saint Catherine’s with:

T’ain’t no sin
To take off your skin
And dance around in your bones

Why the diversion from the video? Posting Adrian’s Apartment here is like sending it into the universe. It’s also like dancing around in my bones. It’s finished and we will never speak of it again.

We’re almost done. I’m not all that keen on segments 3 and 4 and must admit that there is some teeth-gritting happening as I publish this. It’s one of those ‘hearing your own voice’ types of experiences, except here I am watching myself on my own doc, being filmed by my interviewee as he is talking (how did that reversal even happen?).

I’m posting this because it part of the process of posting the entire video. *It’s about the process, right?* About not focusing exclusively on the final product? That was, after all, part of the purpose of the doc to begin with. It’s not always a pretty sight.

Part two of the VHS video from more than a decade ago. This segment, like part one, explores the process of figuring out several components of an installation that occurred at the AWOL  Gallery in Toronto in 2001. For a better description see below for the blog entry for part one.

Tuna Mind Melt had a very mellow session on Friday. I don’t think I’ll be posting anything from that particular sitting but will give it a listen again and will pin it up here if there is anything worthwhile. Process is always interesting to me, but not always interesting to others (especially when the yield of the process is insignificant).

Sameness, stillness, slow changes.

This digitized version turned up on one of Rich’s machines. I was sure all backup copies had been accidentally erased minus the original VHS version. This is old school videotape, edited using two VHS machines. More than a decade ago Gab helped to clean up the static which showed up with each crude edit before it was transferred to mini DV. It’s been the victim of numerous analog and digital transfers since.

Things I like: the CRT screen in the apartment, the rack of ancient electronic equipment, dangling wires in front of Adrian’s Japanese Super 8 film footage projected on his apartment wall, kimchi ramen, matzos. Kitschy random switching back and forth between positive and negative images, close-up of the kettle and the blue gas flame, “There’s a Jew in me that just won’t die.”  Footage of a friend and me from a third of our lives ago. Glad that I can look back on those days and laugh with myself.

The last in a series of three. Enjoy!

Up next? Not sure yet.

This video short by Colt Jenders explores the phantasmagorical land of baked beans and jellyfish. Lovingly prepared and slowly simmered for hours in a mild but flavorful tomato and molasses sauce, these beans have been meticulously quality tested by only the best mid-twentieth century housewives. Eaten hot or cold, nothing else quite compares to the iron, fiber, and protein (not to mention taste!) packed into a single can of baked beans and jellyfish. Even children (young and old) with particular and discerning tastes will just love these delicious beans!
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***Warning: visual or olfactorial consumption of these beans may cause hallucinations of iridescent glass-like invertebrates and incessant noise created by the one and only Tuna Mind Melt. Consume responsibly.