Sunday, December 28, 2008

London shows update

I'm borrowing a tradition from my most rabid concert-going DC friend.  Putting together a well-researched list of the greatest London shows for the next 2-3 months.  I wonder if I'll keep this up once classes start again...

12.1 Animal Collective @ Koko, £16 (may be sold out??)
25.1 The Wilders (alt-country) @ Luminaire, £10
26.1 Lonely Dear (Swedish folky-pop) @ St-Giles-in-the-Fields, £12
29.1 The Streets @ Brixton Academy, £19.50
12.2 Simian Mobile Disco @ Koko, £14.30
20.2 The Walkmen @ Scala, £15
22-24.2 Fleet Foxes @ Roundhouse, £16.50 - will sell out!
24.2 Metronomy @ Koko, £12.34 - WSO!

I'm (obviously) being selective, but even so I'm sure I'm missing hundreds more, tell me what they are!  Hit me up if you want a concert buddy.

Sunday, December 21, 2008

Fritz Haeg



Written, but not finished, shortly after the Frieze Art Fair in October:

Over the last 3 days, I have actually been paid by the Frieze Art Fair to hand out flyers with Sharon Hayes' writings on them for half an hour, taking part in an art that is new to me and people watching simultaneously, which at one of the world's best-known art fairs is payment in itself. In addition, I have 4 days free admission to the fair to spend as I see fit. There is the dizzying international kaleidoscope of art to take in of course, but also artist talks, which I went to tonight given by Fritz Haeg.

The description of the talk advertised topics of "populist projects, insular bohemia, activist art, passive entertainment, networked communication, broadcast media, social strategies, systems of isolation and potential roles for today's artist in a fractured society." The authors of this description hit about 98% of my personal buzzwords, so I made time for it at 5pm on a Saturday (despite still recovering from revelries of the previous night...) Having sat through weeks of English lecturers who like enunciating, Fritz was a gay male of the refreshingly West-coast plain-spoken variety.

I found myself concentrating on some of the thoughts I've been having about America, counter-culture, political behavior around art while Fritz reviewed the ideological associations in his own projects and art-making. He opened his lecture with an electoral map of America after the 2004 election (see great swath of red spilled in between blue coasts). Twice he made the remark that it is important for artists to have a forum that is contained within and informed by a certain culture and standards of the discipline, but that acculturation means nothing if the artist doesn't step outside (and in to the "red"...) and work in a larger context.

A little background :
"Like a system of crop rotation, Fritz Haeg works between his architecture and design practice Fritz Haeg Studio (though the currently preferred clients are animals), the happenings and gatherings of Sundown Salon (now schoolhouse), the ecology initiatives of Gardenlab (including Edible Estates), and other various combinations of building, designing, gardening, exhibiting, dancing, organizing and talking." Yeah, of course he can do all of those things successfully. Build a home for beavers in a art gallery on Monday, found a commune in rural Mexico on Tuesday. (http://www.fritzhaeg.com/studio/projects/planb.html)

At the end of the talk I introduced myself and asked him to what degree he wanted his works to bring about change. He said it was actually more about "telling stories", ie the artistic content than its functional use in society. I enjoyed the stories, but my question came out of wondering if this cross-pollination of disciplines and subject matter was actually intelligible. But it's about how the stories are interwoven, not so much the moral.

After the talk I thought it more significant that I didn't quite know what to make of the advertised description, other than I was intrigued. How can these topics come together coherently? So it's not reality, maybe you can't always answer the question "What's the point?" But that is the great accomplishment of art, connecting ideas & bits of information that could only be linked in an imaginary space.

The Trouble with Speaking English

[2:30am, standing at bus stop with bike & flat tire]

Me: Do you think I should call a cab?
Charley: No, just take it on the bus.
Finn: No, they'd never let you.
[beat]
Where do you live?
Me: Farringdon.
Finn: [face lights up] I know, just ride it there then.
Me: I've got a flat.
Finn: I know, so ride your bike there.
Me: No, [pointing] I've got a flat.
Finn: It's not that far.
Me: Uh... I've got a flat tyre?
Finn: [beat] ahhhh. I see.

Sunday, December 14, 2008

Worst. Design. Ever.

Now thanks to modern English technology, one can have the best of scalding hot and freezing cold water in the comfort of their dormitory bathroom.

Saturday, December 13, 2008

3:51pm

...fade to black.  It's nighttime again already, which strikes me as especially strange today as I went to bed at 7am and woke up at 1:30pm.  Yes, the winters are dark here.  I hear people talk about it, but no one mentions the fact that they must get an amazing amount of sun in the summer.  That's what I'm looking forward to...

Classes have ended and I'm trying to keep chipping away at papers due after Christmas.  But I really just want to be holed up in a pub drinking Baileys and hot chocolate.

Monday, November 10, 2008

On Hiatus.

Sorry kids, the only words I'll be writing will involve "culturally-led regeneration" or "excellence vs. accessibility in the arts". See you at Christmas.

Tuesday, October 21, 2008

I Miss The State

Skit comedy show on MTV in the early 90s.

Thursday, October 16, 2008

my grass is greener


I recently noticed that my room is bigger and has one more window than any of my flatmate's rooms.  My satisfaction with my living situation just about doubled.  Is that wrong?

Wednesday, October 8, 2008

Still here...

in London... a month later...  it's starting to feel like the place that I live and not some extended vacation, partly because assignments are starting to be due, but also the layer of newness is peeling away.  The bumpy brick lane near my flat was quaint at first, but now it's the thing that I either ride my bike over every day or have to go around the block to avoid - it actually caused the nut on my front wheel to fall off!  (Which reminds me, it's still only finger-tight on my bike a week later, oops...)

I must say I am pleasantly surprised by my life here in general.  Of course London is a great city, full of culture, but I somehow based my expectations on an ill-fated 6 months I spent studying in Leeds, which was an eye-opening cultural experience in some ways, but not positive overall.  I think my experience here is telling of the massive international presence and the hub of creativity that has been created in London (as opposed to other parts of England - so I am told, mostly by Londoners).  Some people say - and I expected - Londoners to be "unavailable" and not very sociable.  But I have not yet found this to be the case, far from it!  I have spent the last 3 weeks with the most interesting assortment of artists (mostly because I sought them out) and my very international and very curious, intellectually-awake classmates.  (What lasting relationships will come of that are still to be seen, but I'm sure I could go on this way for years before exhausting the cultural pockets of this city.)

So I started bartending, as I mentioned.  Funny stuff, bartending in the UK.  For the most part, cocktails & martinis are not done, except in swanky lounges where martini-ordering formerly-financial-district-employed people go.  So someone actually ordered a B-52 last Friday and I forgot the 3rd ingredient.  We decided vodka was ok.  Bartenders here mostly use little cups to measure the shots - I really miss the easy-pours (spouts that control the flow of liquor) so much easier! (hence the name)  The system here makes you look like some awkward high school chemistry student, and it's always a mess.  Also, it was explained to me that there are 2 lanes of traffic behind the bar, and you have to stay to either side.  I've always worked that you shove each other out of the way - there's not enough space to constantly suction yourself to the counter.  (Perhaps Danny or Erik will disagree with me on that...)  But there seems to be some kind of personal space issue going on.  This will take further investigation.  I doubt I will be very good at this polite keeping of space when you're taking drink orders for a crowded bar of thirsty people.

That's all for now.  Here are some pictures.  (Also on Flickr)