I just listened to the new Cold War Kids album and it made me puke

The title of this rant basically says it all.
Music just ain't like it used to be.

HAPPY NEW BEER

Just some minor inquiry as to what everyone's got planned for new years eve. I have a variety of ideas for themed parties ranging from lumberjack party to coke/champagne party. Regardless of the venue we should all rage pretty hard together. RESPOND TO THIS POST YOU FUCKS LET'S SEE SOME ACTION FOR A CHANGE. Please and thank you.


J.Rebello

Xmas Cheer

http://futurestorm.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-is-us-military-preparing-for.html

Seems as though the government is expecting the shit to truly hit the fan over the next few years and is bracing themselves for a violent and angry response from the public. At least the government has some faith in the American citizen's and their willingness to protest and revolt on a mass scale, I certainly don't have much faith in the overfed public.

-KT

MERRY XXXMAS

NEW YEARS EVE, WHO WANTS TO JOIN ME

Fucked UP

New England Society at it's finest

little intermission

new beat posted on the myspace sampled from esther phillips "your love is so doggone good"
with some amateur scratching off the infamous lp.
usin and abusin.
check it out

http://www.myspace.com/cmacproductionzyall

And here would be some fancy pants photo shop work I did last semester. Fractal art and some by ken kesey. Silly . . . but it took a while.

I would call this.. Jansen and Matty D trip face in a forest.

I made this yearsss ago for paul med but I had the urge to post something so here it goes. POSTED.

Peace&LUVS,

T.Costa

REALLY GREAT RAP BATTLE

pixelvision

I just sorted through 206 photos a friend of mine took at our last wheelhouse show and uploaded my 50 favorites.
This was the same night alchemist pharmacy played the firehouse, so a lot of heads didn't get to see this in real life, but I can tell you it was every bit as epic as it looks.
CHECK THEM OUT

It Feels So Unnatural: Peter Gabriel w/ Hot Chip

Season's greetings motherfuckers. Snowbound in my own home, I was only left with wasting away on the internet and (literally, not the tool)stumbled-upon this sweet article proving just how hip Peter Gabriel still is. He teamed up with the dudes from Hot Chip to cover the infamous Vampire Weekend's "Cape Cod Kwassa Kwassa". Or if you'd like to find other cool covers along with articles and news check out the main site- it's pretty much amazing.


Rye whiskey, rye whiskey, rye whiskey I crave.
If I don't get rye whiskey take me to my grave.
-jp

MADDDD PROPSS

Scroll to the bottom of this link.
Big ups.

Dumb mean on drum machines

Exile "Milli" Video from Jonathan Kim on Vimeo.

Pretty ridiculous video of Exile messing with the "A Millie" beat from Lil' Wayne. Amazingly he can turn it into something that's not obnoxious. Video is a must for anyone who enjoy's life and the dope things that come along with it, like seeing video's ripped from nahright.

-Thizzle Televizzle

Welcome to the Ghost Parade

I
run and run from the wolves, but they catch me
eyes wide,
teeth bared,
like a witchy woman ready to vex me

and the snow and the rain when they mix
breathe an icey cold sermon
softly down my neck

despite all the times that i cry for my justice
across all the black rivers that we wade
like melted wax flows dripping off a platter,
the water puddles into words on a page

lost souls fly through the mist in an instant
and rise off the ripples, still far from existence
with persistence they say

all hands now
hold the handle,
dig the hole deeper with the golden spade,
till you're old and gray,
and you fall in what you made and the hole's your grave
and you're never coming back, hope you enjoyed your stay
nothing but sunny days
baby, welcome to the ghost parade

md

COLOR

I hope no one minds, I added a little bit more COLOR...

parasites

parasites
check this out its mad wierd

ALICE IN WONDERLAND REMIX

-d

PORTISHEAD AND GIRL TALK

PORTISHEAD in the planning stages of a 4th studio album:

PREFIXMAG.COM



Interesting article about the copy write clearing process and Girl Talk:

GIRLTALK

A Day in the Life - Handsome Boy Modeling School (feat. The RZA and The Mars Volta)

the title says it all....Cedrics hook is...off the hook

PizzleMizzle

TWO BIRDS

yo matty d, do you have the vocal, guitar, bass, and drum tracks for two birds?

also, higher quality would be better.... i downloaded it from myspace but i can't effectively remix it without the individual tracks.

hit me back
d

Top 100 Best Tracks of 2008...maybe

Just noticed that Pitchfork Media recently posted their pretentious picks for the top tracks of 2008. The list is pretty decent and hell, even if you don't like/don't know most of artists/tracks there are a lot of solid under the radar bands so I definitely suggest taking a listen. That's all.

j-pimpin'

Bush dodges shoe

Bush looks like he gives daps to that dude "iight peace dood"

it looks like Bush is kinda smiling after the shoe gets thrown him and thinking "yeah, alright buddy, almost, i'm just too fast for ya bitch, lets see you threw that other one shithead"

and secondly, Bush got shoes thrown at him, how great is that, i mean C'mon, the guy can't even get a good assassination attempt, just shoes flung at him from across the room... classic

PMed

Every Kanye West Sample

Self-explanatory ^

Kyle via Marc

UPDATE

hey i figured out how to "add" people to the blog.

so if anyone has a google account, or if any of you followers (IE paulmed, traci, mdizzle, dave.d) want to be able to post without logging into art official, comment me back with your email.


peace
d

Audio Tour

when the music hits we feel no pain at all.

SHOWS.SHOWS.SHOWS

SUNDAY! SUNDAY! SUNDAY!
1/14/08......FORMAL ACTION @FIREHOUSE 13!

12/19/08.......AZ......harpers ferry......................???

12/20/08....ROZ N RICE CAKES @CAFE ZOG!

1/02/09.........wutang.........lupos.........................$40

1/19/09..........fucked up......mid east club.........$12

1/24/09..........collie budz.....paradise.................???

1/30/09..........andrew bird..orpheum theater.......$25

2/7/09............murder by death......mid east..........$14

2/13/09...........los campesinos....paradise..........???

2/18/09...........m.ward......somerville theater.....$20

2/21/09...........state radio.....lupos.......................$20

2/24/09...........thievery corp......house of blues.....???
2/24/09...........tapes n tapes....paradise................???

2/26/09...........blacklisted/coliseum.....great scott.............$10

2/27/09...........slik rick.......harpers ferry.............???


PS......electro (git@me)
wednesday 17th - gimme goosebumps PROV (morgan louis / micah jackson)
thursday 18th - make it new (cambridge)
friday 19th - red foxxx (cambridge)
- sweat @ the estate (boston) [last one everrrr]
saturday 20th - paper! providence
tuesday 23rd -<3eart throb (cambridge)


PPS.....
IF ALLS WELL THAT ENDS WELL THERE SHOULD BE A DOPE PARTY NEXT SATURDAY (20TH)..... KEEP YOUR EARS TO THE STREETS.

d.

Who is craig and what's his list?

RANT OF THE DAY: Fuck Craig and fuck his list. Craigslist is such a bastard-fuck false hope. So many job postings, so little getting an email/call back. I understand everything on the face of this planet is struggling but come on.


SOMETHING KIND OF FUNNY OF THE DAY: As I sat bored in my empty apartment, it was when I could not take anymore channel scrolling until I decided to pick up my moleskine. My eyes looked over drunken scribbles pretending to be poetry and I found this account of when I had a few too many glasses of water(haha water) and had to urinate off a closed down car on a speeding train to Boston. Not to mention this was a few stops before Back Bay so I had to make my sorry way back to my seat. True story.

"At 8:35pm I couldn't take it anymore and snuck to an empty car, opened the door, and pissed off of a speeding train minutes before it pulled into the next stop. There's no rush like that. My hair was a mess from the hurried wind blowing by me and I did my best to fix it but still felt the many eyes on the train shine through me."


Yours Truly,
Mount Struggle Tour Guide J.P.

For all you beatmakers

this site looked pretty cool for all things hip-hop involving the break beats 

www.cratekings.com

To all you rhymesayers...

Write somethin to my beats people. Practice your flow, whatever.
Make your voice be heard.

http://www.myspace.com/cmacproductionzyall

Check them out

-cmac

Skeleton Songbird

The summer is sleeping

I can hear the cold creeping in

Tree's bearing lanterns

Red and Orange

Tamed Yellow

Sagging golden, aged with rust

I can hear the withering touch

Oh! You mustn't fear the passing of light

A new season breed's life

The familiar call of a last breath uttered

From a drooping chest

Paired with rheumy eyes

Doesn't signal motion stopped

But it is moving on,

Past the horizon

Which, we can't seem to find

With these willfully inherited

Jaded Eyes

It's moving along

Like silver hounds on the track

Rushing through cityscape

Swallowing up the fields and riverbanks

All in the same gluttonous gulp

Oh! How the same tongue can taste so many flavors!

Oh! How the same eyes can see so many sights!

Yet, we have not learned to love all the notes

Played by traveling hands

Oh! You mustn't fear the passing of light

It has only moved on to some new dawn

You can find it with the right mind

You can be the traveling hands

Molding new dawn thoughts

Onto old, sagging moons

You can make them love

All the notes of the skeleton songbird

- Kyle

News from the Vinyl Frontier

Well props to Kyle first off, this thing is blowin up like ya thought it would. Seeing and reading all the shit you guys have been creating is like peering through a little window into your hearts and minds. I figure it's only fair that I give ya'll the same opportunity, even if most of you have probably heard everything I'm about to say come directly out of my big ass mouth at one point or another (whether we remember it or not).
I make up a third of a band called FORMAL ACTION. Hopefully the other 2 misguided minstrels will get some shit up on here soon too. We've been doing it for a while (me and OG slee going on four years) But as of late shit has been shaping up. We began recording a full length album last May down here at our home in Narragansett. I finished it up over the course of the summer, and 1000 copies of it are currently being pressed to vinyl in Nashville, TN, a strange and awesome turn of events thanks in huge part to Paul Med, and most of all Rob Duguay, both of whom I have been working with to piece together the humble beginnings of an artistically responsible business dubbed Mooseproof Records.
With the records finally due to arrive in about a week, I thought it would be cool to share where it came from and where it's headed...
The 7 songs on it are the culmination of about 2 years of thoughts, feelings, loves, hates, joys, and struggles shot from 3 individual minds. Fragmented through the mesh-like filters that are our bodies, instruments, and electric currents they reached the atmosphere as a massive moving cloud of soft and warm thought-fuzz, where instantaneously, these infinite parts became a whole. The once separate and intangible, in that same instant become a single unified force, every bit as tangible and alive with its own unique energy as is a caterpillar or a gull. Or the earth itself.
(In other words we set up our instruments around the house with a bunch of microphones and played the songs.) Live. Some of them for the first time in the form you hear them. Since where we lived over the year that bred much of the music had such a profound effect on it, we liked the idea of capturing the vibe of our home (just like it sounded at 4am on new years) on the album. It's interesting to keep in mind when listening to it that the surrounding space plays as big a role as the notes themselves.
After a couple of days of this, we had all the material we needed. We all moved back home for the summer, and I got right into recording guitar overdubs on all of the songs in my parents' basement in Pawtucket. Then I recorded all the vocals at the home of my lovely girlfriend Brittany, and my (slightly less lovely, but incredible) younger brother Mike (Tapestries, Milo). If you listen carefully you can hear him sing backups on a couple of tracks along with his amazing bandmate and friend, Robin. At this point it's also necessary to graciously thank Brittany for making this entire thing possible by letting me use her (equally lovely) mac to do all the postproduction work while my pc lie in bed in a puddle of its own diarrhea.
Once all the tracking was done, I devised a ridiculously complex system which allowed me do the vast majority of the processing using outboard analog effects (spaaaace echo echo echo). So, I went through each track and individually re-recorded them through the outboard fx. I tweaked and finalized the mix, came up with about 19 different masters, and finally settled on one, which I desparately hoped would survive the leap to vinyl intact. It did, and it sounds great. During this time, our good friend Joe Gendron whipped up the awesome jacket art. Major props to him. It looks awesome and I can't wait to finally see 1000 of them in print. It was painted on a 12x24" canvas using spray cans, acrylic, and paint pens.
peep it. (The back is far more ridiculous, but i don't feel like getting it up here)



They will cost only $10 and include a 12" vinyl record AND a free download of the entire album on high quality MP3 ("but I don't have a turntable"). They will be available directly through us, at our shows, on our myspace, and at select Newbury comics locations.
We all are really satisfied with the finished product and feel it is truly a representation of our lives. That's how it earned the name "Life on the Rocks". Its a reference to the human role we play as part of the greater moss on the rocks in this pond of a planet, the struggle we all know that life to be, and literally our life on the rocks overlooking narragansett bay. All of which is captured in these 7 jams. We've got big plans for the future including a 25 city coast to coast tour this july. what.
You can listen to some songs off the album on our
MYSPACE.
And since this post is already ridculously long, I'll refrain from posting all the lyrics to the album, but if you like, you can read them right here.
If you actually made it this far, thanks for reading all that. Let me know what you think.
This is not real.
but when you see it come around again...



you know what to do ;)


peace and love
MD.
40

A Few of My Favorite Things

The voice of fish sleeping
The voice of dead birds
The voice of snow melting
The voice of water burning
All of these things
lower my eyelids
to die with the sun

The voice of the past
Oh, how I want my tongue back!
Oh, how I want my feet back!
STOP

STOP

stop

stop

Flowers in the sky raining rags soaked in blood
Bees in the ground stinging seeds to be born
Lungs in the bath, underwater
Air in a jar holding my breath

-jon paul

Back in the jobhunt

Just in time for Christmas the illustrious Cuban Revolution made the decision of firing me thursday night, hiring me back friday morning. Upon much reflection and inquisition I took it upon myself to make the decision of quitting while I was ahead. I politely called them 2 hours before my 6-close shift on friday to inform them that I wouldn't be coming in-- not today, not tomorrow, not ever. However, with four student loan payments becoming a monthly chore this unemployment came at the worst time ever. If anyone knows of any job openings or any type of employment in general it would be a godsend if you could let me know. I know everyone's struggling so any help would be greatly appreciated.


yours mothah' fuckin' truly,
jon paul rebello

I

Graphite Keith Richards 12X16

Madison Gregory

i 

House in my head, blueprints never finished

She said to me, “you’re a sweetheart.”

Such commentary brought to mind the epitome of my being:

an admittance of the name given to me at birth,

and the other quite fortunate characteristics

that make up my tissue and spirit

a wandering mind, spine and sensory

a house in my head, blueprints never finished

A man and a heart,

sometimes a voice —what a sad sad sad sad miserable fed-up excuse

for a twenty-two year old apparition.

What a life I lead in the breeze scrambled shade

What a life I lead in your eyes of no fire

What a life I lead in you car driving nowhere again

the conduit

the alleyway

the shadow

the path;

the bed,

the bench,

the grave.

Yet, nobody seems to recognize it—

It’s the misery that comes with being an earthbound ghost.

It’s the melancholy that comes with the blue pen touching blue paper.

I will still rummage around the rubbish

of a crooked world, upside down

for memories of a sinking ship.

-jon paul

This is a contemporary landscape, ive only spent about 10 hours on it. Its huge though, 36x48.  Oil on canvas, and Im trying to exaggerate color, while still having a sense of realism. In progress, and i will post when it's done.

- Madison

This is an almost lifesize drawing I've been working on all semester.  Probably put 30 hours or so into it by now and will be finishing it this week. 

providence boys cover sean kingston

Hey just thought you may all find it interesting that the Providence-based band Deer Tick recently did a folk/country cover of Sean Kingston's "Beautiful Girls". Put on your favorite dancing shoes, grab your favorite gal, and find some good moonlight. Your way too beautiful girl, and you make me want to fucking kill myself. Sounds found here

yours truly- the most recent random layoff at cuban revolution,
jip

gobshite

post it so the undependable can fully comprehend

and place plain ads around town

when hi-hats, high-tops, and higher understanding

are nowhere to be found

roz

Winter Sucks

Lonely days
Winter rears it familiar face
Sending chills as its messenger
Long nights are soon to come
Blues are follow close behind
like drunks walking into a bar at last call

Why can't you let it go?
What keeps you so stagnant and unchanging?
What is to come?

Weather has no answer
Only itself
Though, for now it matters not
Warmth in any form is now the means of concern

But on hand is a old blanket, tattered with holes
Seemingly comforting and calming
Yet provides nothing but false security and human construct

Would the summer prove any truth?

Only a warm distraction

A distraction that I welcome with open arms

Poems For Television

Here are two poems that I wrote that I would like to try and put in a collection of writings called "Poems for Television" this would hopefully be set next to the works of others as well. 

- Kyle

The first one is titled "Coins," the second is below this post.

I,

Walk out into the yard

        The grass is growing high

Its hopes far surpass mine

Its ambitions are realized as it reaches

Up and Up and Up!

I've lost something along the way

Stitched Garments break and part

My pockets open their big mouths again

Coins spill and scatter

Some clatter and fall to their side

End of a life!

Others have ideas of their own

They roll along,

Roll along, just roll along!

You can't predict the path of a rolling coin

It weaves as it goes, dodging air and space

It's a beautiful thing to watch

I could stare at rolling coins all day

And envy their life in motion

Poems For Television

The true sun stood out on the water

It was wading between the boats

Buoys bobbed, up and down

Inviting me to come in

A hill lead down towards the water

The bank was weak and ended abruptly

Falling into air

When I stepped out to the edge to get a better look

Dirt gave way and my footing shifted

It startled me and I remembered danger

Little clots of earth fell and clashed against more earth

Stones fell from the embankment and splashed

The water rippled like it was running from the stone,

Fearing its impact

I think I saw the water move in anticipation of the stone,

I think my eyes can lie to me,

Because my stomach wasn't sure if it were true

The stone sank to the bottom and dirt was washed from itself

The dirt from the stone and the fallen dirt from the embankment 

Clouded the surface of the water

The true sun waited

 

I could make it out to it

And

If I could hold it,

I could bring it home with me

Put it in my pocket or wear it on a chain

Like keys

But it wouldn't rattle or make noise or stab in to my thigh 

While it waited in my pocket

When I separated it from the lint and coins

And brought it up and light spilled over and out of my pocket

And as it rose over the crest of the hem of my jeans

It would light my was as I walked down the Sickle Path,

Cleared by sickle in the morning

And put to shape by sickle at noon

And kept clear by minds sharp as sickles at dusk

The true sun waited

I could try and swim out to it

Dive into the water like stones from an embankment

And watch as grime washed from me and clouded the water

I thought motion might feel good

Motion of my arms crawling overhead in the water

Motion of foot on pavement

Motion of two bodies as one

One back to the floor

One back to the ceiling

Warmth of two bellies pressed against one another

A fire cooked blood back then

And lent light to motion at night

But what if I find myself in the water

Unable to swim-

Then my ambition would fall

Like a rain or a tear drop into the current

Of the water in which I swam

And that drop would become nothing

Lost in the vastness of the wake

Its insignificance greater then its existence ever was

And the true sun would still be waiting.

the snowman

...and with no regard for integrity,

he flakes, and he flakes, and he flakes.

until all the flakes have fallen

and the image he so cunningly crafted fades into dust.

- Jamal

Short Films

this is what ive been working one this semester, its nothing fancy, they are all just simple assignments. check out Audio Tour it is an actual short. The assignment for the short was to take a chapter from a specific book (the the Teacher gave to us) and adapt it into a film. now we could go in any direction, i ended up changing the dialog and some of the story structure to make it more comical. The concept is about a crazy Ex-girlfriend who is creepily obsessed with her ex-boyfriend, she still somehow has a key to his apartment and decides to put a flyer up on thayer st inviting any one to check out his house, so this random dude (Dan Rendine - MTV's Breakthrough Actor of the Year) goes to the house and walks around, takes somethings messes some stuff up and has some strange encounters. enjoy check out the bloopers at the end props to Rob Duguay for improvising everything
http://blip.tv/file/1465752/

-Paul MED

Firehouse 13 Show (11/30/08)

Saturday night's show at the Firehouse 13 was the closing night for the art showcase (word to Crandon) and featured another great night of music from the infamous Alchemist Pharmacy, Roz Raskin and the Rice Cakes and Final Thought. The venue itself provided a really cool atmosphere the and the combination of visual art and music was dope indeed. With the mass closings of music venues in Providence, most of which probably provided a lot of people's first concerts, it was cool to be able to go to  a new venue that has the potential to be a really intimate setting for local shows. The Firehouse should definitely be taken advantage of in the upcoming months. We should try and set up a show around late december/early January. People will be around and wasting away on break from school so mine as well get something positive going. I was thinking there are a good amount of people who could put art up (joe,madison,whoever) and we could get some more bands in the line up as well with Formal Action, Milo and spread that Firehouse love around (no homo). Let me know what ya'll think.

Love,

   Kyle