Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Let's Not Make Plans For Nigel, He Has No Future In The British Steel Anymore



XTC, Making Plans For Nigel

Unless you're living under a rock, and in that case, oh, how do I envy you, dear beloved yet thin readership, you know that yesterday Margaret Thatcher died.
That's it, the scarecrow of my childhood has finally croaked her pipe!

There's been an avalanche of articles in mainstream medias on both side of the Atlantic, most of them praising her legacy, a few of them elliptically critical ("sometimes a divisive figure", "her policies meeting some resistance"),  many of them downright ridiculous in their effort to whitewash the debilitating impact her ideological rule has had on millions of people in her own country.
Mass privatization, mass deregulation, increased poverty, derelict infrastructure are her legacy. Millions of people who ended up on welfare  happened there in the first place because of the near-total dismantlement of the manufacturing base in the UK, and the lack of replacement opportunities for all the people who lost their job. They were no alternative plans made for Nigel by the Thatcherites, so he ended up on the dole instead of finding his future in the British Steel.

The most absurd articles praising Thatcher's legacy were, unsurprisingly, published in the US, where they still believe Ronald Reagan ended the Cold War and don't even know who Gorbachev is. They conveniently ignored the fact that Thatcher was against feminism, loved to mingle with dictators like Pinochet, supported the Apartheid regime in South Africa (going as far as labeling Nelson Mandela a terrorist), but they didn't hesitate to tout her as a "freedom lover".

Meanwhile, a curious thing occurred: within minutes of her death being announced, a collective burst of glee and schadenfreude overwhelmed social networks, more often than not materialized by cries and singing of "Ding, Dong, The Witch Is Dead!"
 Searching "Bobby Sands" on Twitter within 10 minutes of the announcement returned thousands of tweets (and it still does, if you care to search it now). Some parties were spontaneously planned to celebrate the death of the Wicked Witch of the West  (I've seen evidence this morning of 2, in Brixton and in Glasgow) while lots of people were all going "let's go get some bubbly"!
The fascinating thing was that it wasn't only British people rejoicing, but also French, Belgian, Spanish, Portuguese, Dutch, Danish, German, American, Swiss people, etc. So much universal loathing for a political figure that didn't govern the rest of us must mean something, right?


 

Klaus Nomi, Ding Dong, The Witch Is Dead

The gap between this overwhelming response and the mainstream media coverage was growing up by the minute, and eventually the UK-based, billionaires-owned right-wing tabloids caught up and chastised the plebs (us, all of us) for rejoicing.
It was all in bad taste, we were lacking decency, compassion and humanity for someone who was a mother and grandmother, etc.
Most certainly so, but bad taste had never killed anybody, whereas letting millions of people slide into poverty, waging absurd foreign wars or letting Bobby Sands die didn't denote any outwardly remarkable form of decency, compassion and humanity for the victims of her social and political reforms.
 Beside, we all have mothers and grandmothers, but so far there isn't any evidence that most of our immediate relatives have engaged in cavorting with dictatorships responsible for the deaths of thousands and thousands of people (see Pinochet above). Also, most of our grandmothers didn't die at the Ritz.

Someone in the Guardian wrote more eloquently than I could ever do why those calls for, you know, not speaking ill of this particular dead person are misplaced. A friend of mine was wondering aloud if we would ever mourn when Berlusconi, GW Bush, Putin or Tony Blair will pass away. Most likely, we won't. Most people I know didn't give a shit when Mitterrand died, and 99,99% of my friends are left-wing. We mourn artists, musicians, writers, choreographers, but not politicians.
I think that when you display so much contempt and disregard for ordinary people who are not you while alive, you lose the right to their respect once you're dead. There are lots of world leaders who profoundly transformed their countries, and usually they're not exactly mourned by their population, unless being forced to do so publicly by dictatorship rule (North Korea, anyone?)




Scott Walker, The Day The Conducator Died.

Beyond the morality or decency of rejoicing or not at someone's passing, be it one of the most hated politicians of the late 20th century, I find that tidal wave and outburst of joyful glee fascinating. It is medieval, most certainly, recalling spontaneous partying when serfs learned of the death of a much-hated overlord.
It  also  gave us a rare view into the collective mindset of the people who are now structurally déclassés: the former middle-class, the former working-class, the current unemployed. Our friends, our relatives, us.

 We live in an era when  representations of the poor and the working-class have all but disappeared from popular culture. How many books, songs, movies made recently have been dealing with current economic and cultural deprivation? When was the last time you saw a TV show about an entire family losing its jobs/ livelihood because of the financial recession of the last few years? Oh sure, there are always the rags-to-riches sob stories ("homeless man wins the Mega-Millions!"), but I've yet to see a recent artwork or book about, say, unemployed people living in trailer parks. How they make do, what's their day-to-day life, do they have to engage in drug traffic or prostitution just to be able to eat?On the other hand, I do see lots of Kickstarters and Indiegogos to help finance the medical bills of the downtrodden. Correlation? Coincidence?

When the poor are mentioned in the mainstream media it's almost always negatively ("benefits scroungers", "welfare queens", "spongers"), and nowhere can we find some decent analysis of wages stagnation over the last 30 years, the exponential rise of housing costs, and the structural high unemployment in most Western countries (where a common tactic is to exclude long-term jobless people and welfare recipients from unemployment statistics to make these appear lower).
When the lucky few who are still  employed haven't seen their salaries (in constant currency) rise over the last  3 decades, but must spend up to 60% of their income on housing alone, no wonder all they can afford are cheaply-produced artifacts made by near-slaves in "emerging" economies abroad. If people could afford to buy good-quality necessities in the first place, jobs wouldn't have had to be shipped off to China. They'd be domestic growth within our own borders and no need to sink our economies into so much debt.
As an aside, I always wondered how, now that steel industries, British or otherwise, have all but been dismantled and sent to the Far East, would Western countries fare in case of a new World War. If the means of production and the knowledge to operate them have gone, how to quickly kickstart them again in case of sudden, acute need?



So I guess the collective joy at seeing a hated political figure go, while her destructive politics goes on under the current UK government (dismantling the NHS, forcing disabled and sick people to go back to work and die, etc.) gives a good glimpse of the current state of mind of the current population.
It is frustrated, it is bitter, it is at the end of its tether. Maybe in thirty years from now some historians will see this sea of Twitter  posts and Facebook statutes celebrating Thatcher's death at the point of non-return.
The revolution might not be near, not when the so-called opposition is virtually undistinguishable from the party in power, but from here it looks like the pitchforks are being readied. When you force a sizable chunk of your population into unemployment, economic dependency and despair, it's only a question of time before the first food riots start. Nigel never found his future in the British Steel, his children never had any to speak of, maybe soon his grandchildren are going to light up the pyres.


Sunday, April 7, 2013

Mike Kelley Retrospective At The Stedelijk Museum In Amsterdam.



Very special thanks to Ann Goldstein and the staff at the Stedelijk Museum  for facilitating my visit.


Let me preface this by stating I am probably not the best person to review the Mike Kelley retrospective that ended in Amsterdam on April 1st.

 For one thing I am too close to the subject, having spent a good chunk of my adult life researching his work for my Ph. D dissertation*. The latter was finished at the end of 2002, about ten years before Kelley's passing last year, meaning that even though I did follow what he was doing over the last decade or so, I didn't do it as closely as before.
For instance I didn't collect articles, catalogs, books and reviews of his latter work, I just contended myself with attending whichever exhibition he was having when I could and occasionally ask him a few questions to clarify things, but that was pretty much it.
So I have a rather in-depth knowledge of much everything he made between the mid/late 1970s to the late 1990s, and after that it becomes spotty. On the one hand I have too much knowledge of  some of Kelley's work, but on the other I moved from being a scholar to simply a big fan of his, and I might not have the necessary distance to evaluate the exhibition; while in some instances I may actually know too much and become overtly critical about small things most visitors wouldn't notice. So generally speaking I have no idea how people not familiar with Kelley's work would react to seeing it for the first time, but I'm happy to report a friend who had never really seen it was really shocked by it. It's great to know the work can still be fresh that way!

Exhibitions are designed for "the audience" at large, and most of it isn't specialized. At the time of my visit, there had been 200,000 people who had visited the retrospective, and judging from what I saw most people seem to deeply enjoy the artworks. It's a pity Kelley didn't get to see how popular his œuvre has become, because as for myself I see it as a testament to his influence on the art of the last 30 years or so. Evolving from a deeply controversial artist whose work was often testing boundaries and expanding our conception of what art is to someone almost universally respected among his peers and loved by the public is no ordinary trajectory at any given time; to achieve that over the course of just a couple decades is even rarer.
This  is the journey that was presented at the Stedelijk Museum for its reopening after several years of renovation and extension, inside its new spaces, from December 15, 2012 to April 1st, 2013.




I haven't researched which architects designed the extension, but from my point of view they don't know much about what is needed to install contemporary art exhibitions. The new spaces have enormously high ceilings but the surface of the rooms themselves isn't that large, which is always problematic for large-scale installations.
 Unfortunately Kelley's work more often than not demands a lot of space, resulting in many instances in pieces being squeezed together when they would need some space to breath. This lack of wide floor space would also likely dictate what could be loaned in to the retrospective, as several major pieces were missing.
Now at any given time it's always difficult for a museum to get some loans due to many purely practical reasons (not enough budget, works loaned elsewhere, the childish tit-for-tat game played by museums worldwide, paranoid collectors trying to hide from their tax obligations, etc.) but I would surmise that the absence of, say, Frame and Framed... or Craft Morphology Flow Chart has more to do with lack of space and/or lack of shipping budget than any other  "real" curatorial choice. The unfortunate result is that, from my point of view, some works that are not so seminal in Kelley's output seem to be highlighted while some others are missing that could give a deeper understanding of his artistic process.

The exhibition was installed on two different floors and started in the middle, with the felt banners, stuffed animals and paintings of the Half A Man project, Kelley's exploration of American stereotypes about masculinity in the late 1980s and early 1990s, a choice I found odd  because if these are Kelley's most famous body of works, chronologically it doesn't make that much sense to begin with them.
The handy leaflet with floor plan of the exhibition explained that the retrospective while largely chronological strived to link thematic concepts within Kelley's work (in fact mostly one theme, the question of memory, its erasure and later fantasy reconstruction). While I understood what it meant when I saw the works I am not so certain it was so obvious to casual visitors?



After the visit I realized that the impression of confusion in the exhibition design is largely due to a common practice in most museums: curators design shows to be "read" left to right, as with reading books, whereas most visitors immediately turn to the right and wander from right to left, or counter-clockwise, so to speak. Everybody I saw in the exhibition who hadn't bothered with audio guides did exactly that - as I did myself - and therefore was treated to a super confusing way of looking at the work.
The confusion was deepened by the architectural layout, because there is no way within the space to go from any beginning to any end, whichever side you take first, without going via the middle, so I assume the curators did the best they could with what they had. Basically to go chronologically you had to go directly to the far left of the space, then walk back to the middle and then behind it, go back again and then right. Befuddling, eh?




So if, unlike me, you started correctly with the oldest works you were treated to the early Bird Houses, then various props related to Kelley's performances, then moving  into the first hint of what were to become Kelley's later trademark large-scale works he called his "projects".
 These were long-term explorations of various subjects usually initiated with, say, traditional Western philosophical questions but viewed through the lens of vernacular culture, such as The Sublime, or abstract grammatical concepts like "the possessive" (usually marked in English with 's - I indicate this because some terrible French translations  in the 1990s substituted "possession" as in "demonic possession" for "possessive") with Plato's Cave, Rothko's Chapel, Lincoln's Profile.
Kelley's performances were never recorded except some audio for Plato's Cave... and the made-for-the-radio Peristaltic Airwaves, so the props and drawings are the only things that remain of what were mostly language pieces that integrated objects, noise and music.
A very moving thing about the props, aside from their small scale,  is how perfectly crafted they were. Kelley was never a sloppy artist even when he worked with seemingly shapeless forms (he was a master of the blob!) or cheap materials, even in his early days when he didn't have much money and worked as a janitor to sustain his art practice. The Banana Man costume  made for the video of the same name was particularly moving in that regard.




After this you were confronted with various works related to the Plato's Cave... and The Sublime projects, and then you could turn into the infamous Pay For Your Pleasure installation, a series of quotes about evil thoughts and deeds and portraits of famous artists, writers and musicians,  installed in a long corridor and leading to a painting made by a local  serial killer (each time the work travels a painting made by one has to be found - I don't know if/how they found one in Amsterdam). A donation box is installed at the entrance so the visitors can donate to a charity. It's a work that has been censored a few times, made in an era when American pop culture from James Ellroy to Bret Easton Ellis was obsessed with its psychopath serial killers, and confronting both the common delusion that artists are excused from their misdeeds because of their exceptional position in society as well as the redemptive/therapeutic qualities of art making for criminals. The work does plenty of other things as well, like squarely making fun of the illusory washing of one's conscience by donating to charity without really trying to solve any problem, an idea that comes no doubt from Kelley's visceral rejection of his Catholic upbringing, paying for one's pleasure being a reminder things such as the buying of indulgences.




The middle section of the exhibition was taken mostly by the various stuffed animal pieces, with More Love Hours Than Can Ever Been Repaid and The Wages of Sins, with a curious floor installation mixing the Arenas and Dialogues but all crammed together in a small enclosure, sadly, whereas Lumpenprole was majestically unfolding in an adjacent room. Things got a bit confusing with the various pieces for the 1992  Documenta in a nearby room, pieces that are not often seen but are mostly transitional between the stuffed animal ones and the next big project, the fake memory syndrome ones.

A weird thing happened to Mike Kelley as his work suddenly became more and more famous. He was subjected to the same process that often plague celebrities (something he wasn't, the art world of the time being significantly smaller than today and contemporary art then rarely reaching the mainstream outside of the periodical culture wars launched by the far-right) when their fans start projecting their increasingly weird fantasies on their idols and their output.
His work started to be stupidly misinterpreted, the same way a songwriter's lyrics can be deconstructed in crazy ways to mean anything at all.



Where a lovelorn, delusional music fan would think a song would be addressed to them and only them (something as anodyne as "I will always love you, Lee" ) and therefore allow them to start stalking their idol because the lyrics OBVIOUSLY indicate the musician's secret sexual orientation/contain secret Rosicrucian/Satanist/Nazi/Communist coded messages/location of Knight Templars secret treasures/message to aliens/sea monsters/white supremacists/wizards, etc. the casual art person would think that OF COURSE Kelley's work with stuffed animals was all about child abuse and THEREFORE, tada! Kelley would somehow send secret personal messages about his own autobiography**.

They would assume that Kelley was himself abused as a child, something he repeatedly denied all his life and there is no reason whatsoever to doubt his word, because he was generally not given to that kind of bullshit - he had no time for that.
If you look at the works themselves you wonder how people would come to this conclusion (OK they're dirty and smelly but damn! They're very funny and cute), especially since the very abundant literature about them explains how they came from the concept of gift-giving as a free act located outside of consumer society, in reaction to the post-readymade objects that populated the NYC art world in the 1980s (Koons, Steinbach most specifically, also reading Danto's Transfiguration of The Commonplace should illuminate the whole thing for you).
 They were also used visually as a response to Barry LeVa's floor pieces, which in the late 1980s were still largely forgotten. So here's for the art context. As far as the general culture, Kelley was also interested initially in the exploration of masculinity in relation to crafts, more specifically with stereotypical gender expectations (sewing and knitting as "feminine" occupations and skills). That also launched quite a few battles along the lines of "is Mike Kelley a feminist artist" in various art publications of the time.

Now mainstream culture in the late 1980s and early 1990s was often obsessed with predators in general, concentrating its revulsion not only on serial killers but was also starting at the time to get focused on child abuse, molestation and incest (and nowadays pedophilia). It would be too long and complicated to get into that now, but suffices to say that when every biography of a dead actor or musician published in the 1990s mentioned the possibility of child molestation and abuse, the climate was ripe to appose this type of projection onto a visual artist's work where the materials used were old dirty toys. It's a bit harder to do with geometrical abstract paintings, but I'm sure if you try (not so) very hard you could also surmise Mondrian spent his childhood locked inside a square, or that Frank Stella made his black paintings because he couldn't afford buying more colors. Stuff like that is easy to make up.




Kelley's work was often reactive (a word I use instead of "reactionary" because in Europe the latter is loaded with right-wing meaning), usually responding to mainstream ideas in society or to general trends in art and counter-blasting them with tropes and ideas he saw riding below the general consciousness level but very present nonetheless, using visual cues taken from every day objects that were either mass-produced or hand-crafted. Sometimes he focused on certain well-known subcultures to do so, in other occasions he would study very specific customs and practices drawn from local or regional groups but that could be understood by everybody. He would also pick up on fads and trends gaining mainstream traction nationally and globally, such as fashionable psychological illnesses suddenly making headline news, like the so-called "recovered memory syndrome".

He initially picked up on that because of all the assumptions people made about his supposed abusive childhood, and decided to  pretend he had effectively been abused as an artist through his rigorous formalist education (when he was effectively an adult) at the hand of none the less than Hans Hofmann whose theory of the "push-and-pull" in painting influenced the entire Post-War US art system, and by ricochet much later on was seen as the oppressive hand torturing Kelley out of his Surrealist influences to make him into a formalist painter. Hofmann, needless to say, died years before Kelley entered art school.

So it started more or less as a joke, but morphed into successive bodies of works, some of them really hilarious, some other totally outrageous, all of them loosely linked via the general theme of memory (recovered or not, fake or not).  There were the aliens and UFO works (which I think are rather transitional, like the 1992 Documenta ones, helpful to kickstart a new phase in his art but not major artworks per se), the Memory Wares, highly sought-after by collectors but not as interesting as, say, Educational Complex, the white, Modernist maquette made from memory of all the places where Kelley had received some education, with holes cut out where he couldn't remember the spaces, pretending that if he couldn't remember them therefore they were the place where educational art abuse must have had occurred (obliged to, say, study 13th century tempera paintings instead of debased hippie posters or latter-day derivative Surrealists), or Black Out, a large-scale installation linked to his upbringing in suburbs of Detroit.



Most of these were represented at the retrospective, and loosely connected visually (the buttons and pins of the Memory Wares jumping into the broken china of Black Out. They make  the process of accumulation present in Kelley's visual vocabulary more apparent, same with the use of pure abstraction as an obliterative gesture (begun with the Hans Hofmannesque monochromatic brushtrokes, followed by the holes in Educational Complex, etc.). The blown-up newspaper articles used in Black Out announce the blown-up high school yearbook pictures later used for Day Is Done (upstairs), and the stuffed animals of the 1980s and 1990s will be reused for a Voyage Of Growth And Discovery, his collaboration with Michael Smith (not represented in the exhibition) where the sculpture of the Burning Man recalls the John Glenn statue in Black Out. There were lots of things like this in the exhibition that I am very grateful for because they make some things more obvious to me, but I am not certain they were understandable for regular visitors.
In that context I could only regret the absence of Framed and Frame, Heidi ( with Paul McCarthy, one of his most famous works in Europe), Sublevel and a few other works like Exploded Fortress Of Solitude that concludes the Kandors project (also shown upstairs).




One half of the upper level was almost entirely devoted to a partial showing of Day Is Done, his huge project reconstructing activities such as theatrical projects depicted in old high-school yearbooks, activities that often imply sadistic and ritualistic aspects. It would have been impossible to show it entirely if only to get the loans, and the entire space of the museum would have been needed for that.

The Kandors were shown next, a decade-long project based on Superman's childhood city preserved in jars and its various depictions in the comics series. This is a part of Kelley's work I know the least about and am in the process of doing research on, so there is very little I can say about it  at present except that in my opinion these operate a complete shift in his work (and I hope to explain that in the book I'm working on).
 In the auditorium upstairs a selection of his videos was presented, alas when I sat down with the intent of watching them all (I spent hours at this museum...) there was a bit of a dysfunction and the Four Dance Baskets from Heidi for some reason looped for 45 minutes straight instead of the 15 indicated...



Generally speaking I felt the retrospective was organized with the idea of trying to pick up items from almost every single phase in Kelley's work, a very brave attempt to demonstrate the breadth, depth and scope of his entire output, but a very difficult one as many of the installations are too large to be shown together at any museum.
Similarly, the collaborations with various artists (Tony Oursler, Paul McCarthy, Michael Smith, David Askevold, etc.)  could constitute an exhibition in themselves, so  some of them are not represented. The sound works  were blasted to a PA system while taking the escalator to go to the second level, something I enjoyed immensely myself but was thinking maybe having a room with lots of headphones and couches to stay in and immerse oneself in would have been really cool.
I think most visitors were left with the evidence that Kelley worked in a very large variety of mediums (drawings, paintings, installations, sculptures, videos, sound art, performances) and hopefully a sense of what a joyous iconoclastic artist he was in his practice.
My only regret (because nitpicking about which works should have been there is really a specialist problem) is that the catalog wasn't out when I visited the show. I had forgotten about that bad European habit of publishing catalogs way after an exhibition is over,  and I deeply, deeply missed not being able to buy one.
The bookstore was selling the Phaidon Press monograph by the dozen, but 1) I already have it and 2) it was published a while ago, so recent work isn't represented. Hopefully the catalog will be out soon now, and I can't wait to buy it.



The retrospective ended with Kelley's very last work, not the house that is being completed at MOCAD in Detroit but the sound piece he made at The Box, Mara McCarthy's gallery in Los Angeles, shortly before he died. As a last work it is a bit anticlimatic , but also very poignant because I think it clearly signaled a phase in Kelley's process when his work was going through a transitional phase. He was done with the Kandors project, almost done with the house and therefore the "memory" one,  and who knows what else he could have been onto next?

















*Many people asked me why I never published my dissertation. The short answer is that it was written in French and that I moved back to the US almost immediately after I was done with the defense, and that translating oneself in a second language is arduous at best, not mentioning very time-consuming. 
The other reason was that writing a Ph.D. dissertation on a contemporary artist like Mike Kelley at a venerable institution such as the Sorbonne University was a bloody nightmare through and through, and after getting my diploma I pretty much had it with French academia. Besides, offers from publishers weren't exactly forthcoming anyway.
I'm planning to write a new book on Mike's work, about one half of which will be based on my dissertation, the rest on new research. Stay tuned, and please forward all those great publishers' offers!

** As a side note, when I started researching my dissertation in the mid-1990s and met Mike Kelley, he informed me of these type of misinterpretation of his work; I was confounded because none of the research material I had and used (mostly catalog essays, magazine articles and exhibition reviews) mentioned it at all. 
It's only when I started meeting people in the US art world and casually mentioned my project that I first heard them surmising it. Much later on I began to see this type of BS "in print" only when I came across  some secondary market works offered for sale, with some casual note offered by  the sellers to "explain" the work. It cascaded after Kelley's death when many people took to the internet and their blogs/tumblr/HuffPo to explain everything about Kelley's passing without bothering to do any research or even having any argument to present. Case in point: Kelley would have been responsible for the terrible state of today's indie's music via "his influence on Sonic Youth".  Next thing we know, he would also have been the cause of the Beatles break-up, or even the Gulf War while we're at it. Needless to say that all those allegations of abuse are very painful to Kelley's family, and were deeply annoying for Mike himself when he was alive.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

We're Baaaaaaaaaaaaack!



Hello, dear beloved and faithful readership (what's left of you anyway),


After a long dormant period due to the throes of relocation - we're still in the midst of it - FBC! is back with just a few snippets of info.

Next post will be devoted to the Mike Kelley retrospective that recently ended in Amsterdam, that is if I manage to put up the pictures I've taken of the show on the blog. I've been having trouble uploading pictures and videos in the past, so we'll see what I can do. Speaking of Mike Kelley, I will launch an Indiegogo in the next few weeks to help finance the book I am writing about his work, partially based on my dissertation, + new research. Stay tuned and if you can, please contribute and pass around once the link is up.

After that post I'll also report on the Stedelijk Museum permanent collection, where the curators have been doing a stellar job of highlighting women artists, I thought.

Meanwhile, some news. The Louvre has a new director, yay, and the director the powers that be selected is an excellent professional, Jean-Luc Martinez. He used to teach Greek art classes within the museum space when I was a student at the Louvre way back in the last century and he was a lovely man as well as a passionate (then future) curator. He's also someone who comes from a very humble background, unlike most French curators, so it's heartening to see him chosen for the job. We wish him the best of luck and the most success in his new position.


Unrelated, but the ever excellent Tosh Berman, former book buyer at Booksoup, and publisher of Tam Tam Press has a book out about the band Sparks, Sparkstastic! and he's doing a mini book tour on the West Coast like, right now. Tosh has the best blog ever and in person is the sweetest, nicest man you could ever meet, in addition to having excellent musical and literary taste. He's also the son of the late Wallace Berman, whose work you should check out as well. [I'm linking to Amazon for Tosh's book but as usual, don't buy from the evil Jeff Bezos but go instead to your brick and mortar independent bookstore to get it].

Lastly, this is highly personal but two of my friends just finished their dissertations and passed their defense exam with flying colors. Congrats to Laurence Pen and Bénédicte Ramade for their achievements, having been there myself a decade ago I know how hard it is. Here's to wishing them lots of publications and speaking gigs!

Monday, December 3, 2012

Bish Bosch Is Out Today! The Genius Of Scott Walker, And Other Records I've Liked In 2012



 Today sees the release of Scott Walker's new album, Bish Bosch. I've been awaiting it for about a year, ever since I've seen a picture somewhere of a double bass laying around in a recording studio and someone mentioning it was for "Scott Walker's next record".

I would have a lot to say about Scott Walker in general and about this record in particular, but I'm in the throes of relocating abroad and don't have much time today. So I'll just say it's a great record, more diverse and less austere than The Drift.
I've seen a lot of comments about the record and about Scott Walker ever since a couple of songs have been previewed in November, and since some asshole released the  album on a torrent two weeks ago (may Godzilla fry your ass, you jerk who did that), some very enthusiastic and positive, some downright dismissive.

The naysayers tend to categorize Noel Scott Engel [Walker]'s music as "impenetrable" and "inaccessible" or, supreme anathema, "pretentious". All I can say is that if you don't like things of beauty that are experimental, not melody-driven, and so far out there that nobody else makes music similar to it, then by all means go back listening to Justin Bieber and Nikki Minaj, and feel put out because you can't read beyond 6th grade level.
It's not because it's intelligent that it's "pretentious", and wearing your unwillingness to make an effort as a badge of personal courage squarely puts you in the imbecile category, if you ask me. I know you didn't, sure, but if you can't get into Walker's music, just say it, there's no shame about not getting into something. And as for Walker's music itself, it's nowhere near as pretentious as James Franco believing he's a poet/artist/actor, you know?
Meanwhile, Farmer In The City is one of the most beautiful song I've ever heard. Sorry for you if you can't appreciate it.

As for myself I came to like his music via Tilt, not though his early Walker Brothers output, and I don't find his records any more impenetrable than, say, Coltrane's music. If there's an audience out there for Björk or Swans or Sun 0)))  then I don't see why people can't get into Scott Walker. Personally I find the success of Lady Gaga or, in indie circles, of Grimes or Alt-J incomprehensible, so there you go.
Anyway, just do yourself a favor and go buy Bish Bosch and get through a really amazing experience.

All of this to underline that 2012 has been an incredibly great year for music, so if the end of the world does happen in just a few day (bring it on!), we will have gone with a bang.

 I see tons of websites and also personal friends  are releasing their "best of" records for 2012 just now, even though the year isn't over yet. I don't really have any best of so I'm just going to list what I really enjoyed that came out this year, without any particular order. Also I'm sure I must have forgotten some records because all my music is currently stored in crates loaded on an ocean freighter and I won't see my LPs until early next year,

Please note that because I'm not in the United States right now, I don't have good independent links at the ready for the records I'm listing. For convenience sake I linked a lot to Amazon but by all means, please go buy your records in person at an independent record store, or buy directly from the labels, and if you are in the United States remember that Amoeba offers you free shipping. They also ship worldwide (for a fee), if you are abroad.


Records I really loved and made my life so much richer in 2012:

- Leonard Cohen, Old Ideas

- The Raveonettes, Observator

- Richard Hawley, Standing At The Sky's Edge

- Dan Deacon, America

- Scott Walker, Bish Bosch

- Swans, The Seer

-  Willis Earl Beal, Acousmatic Sorcery

- The Chromatics, Kill For Love

- Liars, WIXIW

- Japandroids, Celebration Rock

- The Jazz Butcher, The Last Of The Gentlemen Adventurers

- The Monochrome Set, Platinum Coils



Albums I liked but somehow expected to be somewhat better

- John Cale, Shifty Adventures In Nookie Wood

- Alabama Shakes, Boys and Girls

-The Beach Boys, That's Why God Made The Radio



- Albums and boxsets I haven't had the opportunity to get this year, and I'm too broke now:

- Patti Smith, Banga

- William Basinski, The Disintegration Loops

- Can, The Lost Tapes

-  Pauline Oliveros, Reverberations

- Sauna Youth, Dreamlands

- Meshell Ndegeocello, Pour Une Ame Souveraine

- Jah Wobble & Keith Levene, Yin & Yang

- Django Django, Django Django



PS: I don't know if you guys can see the video for Scott Walker's Epizootics I've attempted to upload. I see it on my dashboard but not in the post preview. I've been having this problem for a while now, even though I'm using 2 Google products, Blogger and YouTube. Go figure.





Tuesday, September 25, 2012

Quick News Here And There



Hello, patient, decimated but still beloved leadership,


A quick post to let you know there won't be much on here for a while until early next year, when FBC! will have relocated to Europe. Things are going to be very chaotic for us at the FBC! headquarters for a few months, so please bear with us until we're stabilized.

So, what's new? In just about a few weeks, we will launch an Indiegogo to help fund an extensive writing project of ours and cover some research expenses (namely travel and buying books). Please stay tuned, pass it around when it comes up, and if you can contribute a little something we would be most grateful. It will likely take 2 to 3 years to complete (because we don't have a trust fund at FBC! headquarters so research and writing will have to be done on weekends) so you will have to be patient

More immediately and closer to us in Los Angeles, Juan Capistran just opened his solo show White Riot at Tom Solomon's gallery in Chinatown. We've been long-time fans but this show is really awesome, very tight conceptually and visually. Also impossible to photograph if you're not a pro, so take my word for it. Basically, if you like rigorous artist such as Jack Goldstein, Jennifer Moon, Analia Saban or Matthew Brannon you should love this show. Go see it!

The Kenneth Price show at LACMA seems interesting too, but we haven't seen it yet.

Musically, 2012 keeps on being great with the latest releases of The Raveonettes, Dan Deacon, Swans, the upcoming interpretation of Nico's Desertshore by Throbbing Gristle, John Cale's new record,  and the announcement of the December 3rd release of Scott Walker's  Bisch Bosch.

That's all for today, and thanks again for your patience,

the FBC! staff

Thursday, August 30, 2012

Some Music News - New Releases And Live Gigs



Yo, beloved readership,

FBC! is still dormant for the art part - too busy writing something else to write on here - but we're still listening to music at our headquarters.

So in case you don't know it already, this week Swans has released a major, major record, The Seer while Dan Deacon's America is a pretty epic album (in the literal sense of "epic", it tells a majestic if conflicted story). And Richard Hawley's latest is finally available in the US.

Also John Cale has released a new video* for his upcoming record, the one with the absurd title Shifty Adventures In Nooky Wood.  The first leaked track, produced by Danger Mouse, was kind of meh, whereas this one is pretty good, so I'm getting excited about the record. Hopefully it will be possible to preorder the vinyl from the Domino/US site soon because at 30 GBP + postage it's prohibitive right now. Now please someone, have Cale record the excellent A Day In The Life Of The Modern Cold somewhere. He's been playing this song live for the past few years but alas it is absent from the tracks listing of the new record (out October 1st).

Locally, FYF is happening this weekend and I'm not going (too busy + I hate sets that last only 45 minutes) but with Liars, Dinosaur Jr., The Chromatics, James Blake, John Maus, etc. the line up is exciting, and it's only $89. Metro is running until 2 AM, so if you're fortunate to live near a stop, that's an option.

What else? Oh yes. Patti Smith will play at the Wiltern October 12 (tickets on sale next week). And before that Swans plays at The Fonda on Sept. 11 (and I'll be out of town, snap!).

And this Saturday, there will be a performance by Scott Benzel and Mark Hagen in homage to Mike Kelley, at LAXart.





*I tried to embed the video above, not sure it worked, the html does show up on my dashboard but each time I've tried to upload videos recently they were as invisible as our President being berated by Clint Eastwood at the RNC.

Sunday, July 29, 2012

FBC! Will Be Dormant For The Rest Of The Summer




Howdy, thin but devoted readership!

This short message is brought to you by my cat, who you can see napping above with a favorite toy. It's Summer, FBC! Central has some other stuff to do, so barring any emergency or weird coup like a ditched Deitch  or a broad sweep of the Board at the MOCA sinking ship, there won't be any writing of note on here for quite a while.

The FBC! headquarters will be busy with many things not directly art-related save for a massive writing endeavor of the print variety that should keep us occupied for about a year and a half,  so we don't foresee much blog writing for several weeks, or even for a few months. There might be some fundraising appeal on here for that project in the next few weeks but that should be all.

Lastly, I had tried to write a blog post about how fantastic the Jack Goldstein retrospective at OCMA was but somehow that draft kept on turning into mud. So I will only urge you to drive down and see it, because it's amazing. And if you live in NYC, happiness will be bestowed upon youse as well, because the retrospective is going to the Jewish Museum in the Spring.

Ah, and incidentally, FBC! is 5 years old, yeepee! Not sure it will live to be 6, to be honest...

Have a great end of the Summer ya'all.