Wednesday, March 3, 2010
ASTRO CLUB BLONDE
This is some footage from ASTRO CLUB BLONDE's recent show in the Lower East Side. Even with the biggest snowstorm of the season the band managed to get a crowd. (thanks for coming!) This song is "Cage of My Love" and deals with the oh so relevant topic of capturing an unobtainable woman. We hope to have some more footage from the show soon. Many thanks to Andrew Gitomer (from "Curb Your Blog" fame) and Joel Neville Anderson for shooting the footage on their Canon 7D's.
And if you want ASTRO CLUB BLONDE to play at your next event or social gathering, don't be shy, just email booking@millenniumblonde.com (we do house calls)
For now, enjoy.
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damn, would've been a great show to see! next time guys.
ReplyDeletelove the song... and i dig the red cam.
ReplyDeleteNate,
ReplyDeleteWhile I'm here and while I'm sending you pretty much anything monopolizing my time these days, here's what Braidotti has to say about technology infused musical varieties, or techno-pop beats -- and as I'm not 100 percent confident that you'll actually read this, I may just keep writing until I've satisfied my own curiosities (brace yourself, it's not brief):
Most dwellers of the post-industrial urban space have developed a paradoxical relationship to their own acoustic space. As Harry Kunneman astutely observes in his analysis of the 'walkman subject' (1996), technology has endowed us with the capacity to create and to carry around in our own embodied self our own musical habitat. This may or may not coincide with the mass-produced saturation of commercial sounds, or the Gothic pastiche of the MTV scene. Of all technologies we inhabit, the musical, acoustic or sound ones are the most pervasive, yet also the most collective. They thus summarize the paradoxes of the nomadic subjectivity as simultaneously external and singular.
The interconnection of sounds, technology, insects and music, however, prompts another remark: namely, how rare it is to encounter music or sound that reflects the acoustic quality of the environment most of us inhabit. That is to say, a very crowded, noisy, highly resonant urban environment where stillness and silence are practically unknown. I think that a great deal of music or sound production of the alternative kind today aims precisely at capturing the intense sonority of our lived-in spaces, and yet to empty it of its representational value. Techno-sounds, and the technological performances of Deleuze-inspired music colourists like Robin Rimbaud, also known as Scanner, or D.J. Spooky, or of contemporary artists like Soundlab, Cultural Alchemy is a gamble with this apparently contradictory aim: to map out the acoustic environments of here and now, while undoing the classical function of music as the incarnation of the most sublime ideals of the humanist subject.
In music, time can be heard. It is a pure form of time through the mediation of rhythm. This, in a nutshell, is its relevance for nomadic subjectivity. Technologically mediated music de-naturalizes and de-humanizes the time-sequence. It can push speed and pitch to post-human heights, but it can also fade them to pre-human depths of inaudibility. How to make us hear the inaudible, the imperceptible, that roar which lies on the other side of silence, is what is at stake in this process [...] It is a way of pursuing dissonance by returning it to the external world, where sounds belong, always in transit, like radio-waves moving ineluctably to outer spaces, chatting on, with nobody to listen.
Hopefully you get the idea by now... I just wanted to share with you the post-human possibilities of your performative endeavors. This kind of goes along, too, with what I was trying to articulate about found-object cinema: do we each possess a cinematic habitat? It would be interesting to connect both of these concepts in one way or another with the theory she presents of the 'becoming-imperceptible', and cultural alchemy. You don't have to respond, it would probably be best not to, in fact. Now that you know how I spend what little free time I have ... Oh but you should read this book if you haven't already. And watch Love Songs.
(Metamorphoses: Towards a materialist theory of becoming; 154.)