Tuesday, January 6, 2009

RYOJI IKEDA




The only real memory of skateboarding I have is the night I wandered away from a hotel room in Phoenix and found a skate park. There must have been over a hundred kids there. The air was hot and dry and everything was lit super-dramatically by those big lighting towers they have in baseball parks. Girls with really nice legs let them hang off of stone platforms. They had really white teeth. My mom came and found me sitting on a bench with my face in my hands watching it, and then she yelled at me for going off on my own. I felt ashamed.

Sometimes I think I'm never going to understand the world because I never learned to skateboard.

Sunday, January 4, 2009

GOLDFRAPP/ANIMAL COLLECTIVE




imagine if steven spielberg or someone got really into electro house and made a movie about it

like a really sappy, melodramatic 24 hour party people

and it starts out with uncle alkan playing blue monday for his nephew erol, telling him to look at the EQ lights

the camera closes in on the EQ display as the intro drums play

but the synth never comes

as the camera closes in, an orchestra swells dramatically over the drums

and the camera zooms in on the lights

until they're blinding

and suddenly they're not eq lights at all

we're in a club 20 years later

as wild british youth dance fervently

to erol's mashup of blue monday and can't get you out of my head