Archive for June, 2012
*NEIL BUCANNON, *DJ MEK, *DEVIANT, *IMPLODED VIEW,
Posted by homoludo on Jun 13 2012
Posted by homoludo on June 13th, 2012 filed in !Kaboogie, flyers, gigs, Scratcho-Vision, video, video art
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 Looking forward to this- the cream of Irish hip hop with skills, brains and humour. Also, I’ll be getting them to work in Scratcho-Vision -i.e.  using turntables to control images and their soundtracks at the same time!!!!!!!!.
Expect freeeeshhh Tootpaste ad footage , lots of Vincent Price trailers and Barberella.
!Kaboogie / Poster Fish Promotions / BarryGruff present BRAINMELT! with…
*NEIL BUCANNON,*DJ MEK, Â *DEVIANT, *IMPLODED VIEW, *!KABOOGIE DJs
Aka, Djackulate and Moschops, aka, Paddy and the Heart Brake Kidd, Neil Bucannon uses a patented hardware and wax “audio fun systemâ€, consisting of 4 turntables, 1 cdj, MPC1000, SP404, Korg KP3, Pioneer EFX500, Loop pedal, Rane mixers and unwanted records Neil takes bits of everything to create an audio Art Attack without PVA glue.
NEIL BUCANNON audio can be found on both these soundcloud pages:
http://soundcloud.com/djackulate
http://soundcloud.com/mosclaw/neil-bucannon-live-in-galway
 Producer, remixer, award-winning scratch deejay, messer, and all-round talented fecker…. DJ MEK has been bangin’ out the quality since the late 80s. Mek is probably best known for being “the cat behind the decks†in legendary Irish hip-hip band Scary Eire, and for winning a ridiculous amount of awards for his turntable skills. In recent years Mek has played some unreal live sets and put out some fantastic mixes (check the links below), so we are verrrry excited about this one.
http://soundcloud.com/deejaymek
http://www.mixcloud.com/djmek/
http://djmek.wordpress.com/
http://www.choicecuts.com/podcast/dj-mek-uk-ragga-hiphop-mix/
http://www.discogs.com/artist/DJ+Mek
Deviant makes skratch music. Unadulterated by synthesizers, untouched by guitars, not a delay pedal in sight. Records and hands. Turntable and mixer. Loop pedal and multitracker. A familiar presence on the Irish live circuit, Deviant has been musically active since 2001, promoting the Rootdown and GC Underground nights (with international hip-hop luminaries Edan, The P Brothers, DJ Noize and Supernatural), as part of four piece turntable band Vince Mack Mahon (with Jimmy Penguin, Mikey Fingers and Tweek) and as a founding member of Community Skratch, a non-profit collective dedicated to promoting the arts of turntable manipulation and sample culture. His recent live-sets have been mind-blowing, and his mixes, remixes, and original releases have been unreal. Have a listen for yourself…
http://soundcloud.com/deviantandnaiveted
http://deviantandnaiveted.bandcamp.com/
http://communityskratch.bandcamp.com/
Imploded View aka Jerome McCormick is Longford based beat-maker whose forte is experimental electronic music. Using a whole manner of retro synths and 1/4 inch Reel-to-Reel tape machine he creates extremely chilled ambient sounds. This is a rare opportunity to see him perform before the release of his debut LP later this year.
http://soundcloud.com/imploded-view
https://www.facebook.com/implodedview
http://psychonavigation.bandcamp.com/album/picnics-with-pylons
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The Illustrated Man
Posted by homoludo on Jun 08 2012
Posted by homoludo on June 8th, 2012 filed in science fiction, time travel, video, writing
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Ray Bradbury died this week.
Mr. Electrico Via Bruce Sterling’s blog
INTERVIEWER
That’s the character who makes a brief appearance in Something Wicked This Way Comes, right? And you’ve often spoken of a real-life Mr. Electrico, though no scholar has ever been able to confirm his existence. The story has taken on a kind of mythic stature—the director of the Center for Ray Bradbury Studies calls the search for Mr. Electrico the “Holy Grail†of Bradbury scholarship.
BRADBURY
Yes, but he was a real man. That was his real name. Circuses and carnivals were always passing through Illinois during my childhood and I was in love with their mystery. One autumn weekend in 1932, when I was twelve years old, the Dill Brothers Combined Shows came to town. One of the performers was Mr. Electrico. He sat in an electric chair. A stagehand pulled a switch and he was charged with fifty thousand volts of pure electricity. Lightning flashed in his eyes and his hair stood on end.
The next day, I had to go the funeral of one of my favorite uncles. Driving back from the graveyard with my family, I looked down the hill toward the shoreline of Lake Michigan and I saw the tents and the flags of the carnival and I said to my father, Stop the car. He said, What do you mean? And I said, I have to get out. My father was furious with me. He expected me to stay with the family to mourn, but I got out of the car anyway and I ran down the hill toward the carnival.
It didn’t occur to me at the time, but I was running away from death, wasn’t I? I was running toward life. And there was Mr. Electrico sitting on the platform out in front of the carnival and I didn’t know what to say. I was scared of making a fool of myself. I had a magic trick in my pocket, one of those little ball-and-vase tricks—a little container that had a ball in it that you make disappear and reappear—and I got that out and asked, Can you show me how to do this? It was the right thing to do. It made a contact. He knew he was talking to a young magician. He took it, showed me how to do it, gave it back to me, then he looked at my face and said, Would you like to meet those people in that tent over there? Those strange people? And I said, Yes sir, I would. So he led me over there and he hit the tent with his cane and said, Clean up your language! Clean up your language! He took me in, and the first person I met was the illustrated man. Isn’t that wonderful? The Illustrated Man! He called himself the tattooed man, but I changed his name later for my book. I also met the strong man, the fat lady, the trapeze people, the dwarf, and the skeleton. They all became characters.
Mr. Electrico was a beautiful man, see, because he knew that he had a little weird kid there who was twelve years old and wanted lots of things. We walked along the shore of Lake Michigan and he treated me like a grown-up. I talked my big philosophies and he talked his little ones. Then we went out and sat on the dunes near the lake and all of a sudden he leaned over and said, I’m glad you’re back in my life. I said, What do you mean? I don’t know you. He said, You were my best friend outside of Paris in 1918. You were wounded in the Ardennes and you died in my arms there. I’m glad you’re back in the world. You have a different face, a different name, but the soul shining out of your face is the same as my friend. Welcome back.
Now why did he say that? Explain that to me, why? Maybe he had a dead son, maybe he had no sons, maybe he was lonely, maybe he was an ironical jokester. Who knows? It could be that he saw the intensity with which I live. Every once in a while at a book signing I see young boys and girls who are so full of fire that it shines out of their face and you pay more attention to that. Maybe that’s what attracted him.
When I left the carnival that day I stood by the carousel and I watched the horses running around and around to the music of “Beautiful Ohio,†and I cried. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I knew something important had happened to me that day because of Mr. Electrico. I felt changed. He gave me importance, immortality, a mystical gift. My life was turned around completely. It makes me cold all over to think about it, but I went home and within days I started to write. I’ve never stopped.
Seventy-seven years ago, and I’ve remembered it perfectly. I went back and saw him that night. He sat in the chair with his sword, they pulled the switch, and his hair stood up. He reached out with his sword and touched everyone in the front row, boys and girls, men and women, with the electricity that sizzled from the sword. When he came to me, he touched me on the brow, and on the nose, and on the chin, and he said to me, in a whisper, “Live forever.â€Â And I decided to.