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By now most people have heard of the “vinyl killer,” a miniature VW bus (and the new VInyl Killer 2.0 Mini Clubman) that drives across the surface of your vinyl LP in ever decreasing circles playing your record via built in speakers. It’s an adorable invention, but indeed it truly destroys your records.
Let’s up the ante a bit shall we? Enter Australian artist Lucas Abela, who devised “The Vinyl Arcade” for this year’s This Is Not Art (TINA) festival.
The Vinyl Arcade, running from 4-7pm on October 1st to the 4th, is a participatory play-set, playing off vinyl fetishism, video arcade mystique and the machismo of motor sports. An immersive sound instrument putting you in the drivers seat of a tiny remote control car with styli attached as it navigates it’s way through a landscape of disused vinyl records.
Sadly, you’ll have to go to Australia to see it. It’s perhaps not the most musically pleasing exhibit you’ll ever see. Still, the concept is pretty amazing; count it as artistic Driver’s Ed.
All that’s missing is that killer video of “Blood on the Highway”
Abela created the exhibit with electrical engineering assistance by Frederick Rodrigues and it is Co presented by Electrofringe and Renewcastle.
What could be more punk rock than a St George and the Dragon inspired suit of armor made entirely of punk rock records from 1986? How about 100 black vinyl skulls forged from the top hits of the same year? Sounds pretty righteous!
Check out the video below to see Artist Ted Riederer’s process from studio to gallery.
via Current, Nylvi
I’ve been getting my dose of internet humor almost solely from a few blogs recently: It’s Lovely, I’ll Take It!, which is all about disturbing real estate listings, Vintage Microwave, which is all about disturbing free stuff on Craigslist, the “blog” of “unnecessary” quotations marks which, well… and finally, Passive Aggressive Notes, a blog dedicated to collecting and posting “painfully polite and hilariously hostile writings from shared spaces the world over.”
Some recent gems from P.A. Notes include this snippet of fashion advice for the ladies, and this back and forth taped to a candy machine.
My downstairs neighbor’s dog has been barking for weeks, but because of my now hyper-awareness of the hilarity and ineffectiveness of taped-up notes, I’ve been waiting for a good time to talk to her face-to-face about it. I’m not the kind of person who leaves passive aggressive notes, I say to myself.
Then my friend Nate brought this P.A. posting to my attention:
top five musical crimes perpetuated by record store customers in the 90s and 2000s
Aaaah! I never worked in a record store (well, I did, it just wasn’t the kind you could tape notes up in), but I did spent a stint as an angry bookstore clerk in Wicker Park (oh, you know where). The store had many arbitrary rules (no photography, no cell phones, re-shelve the books or we charge a one-dollar re-shelving fee), which necessitated the posting of many passive aggressive signs, several of which I myself wrote!
At the time I didn’t think my notes crossed the line, but with a few years’ distance, I can see them for what they truly are: passive aggressive. (My current favorite note, which didn’t exist while I worked there, is this posting about the photography rule, with a passive aggressive nod to customers’ Flickr accounts.)
Nevertheless, I have to say I savor the stereotypical rudeness — written or otherwise — I encounter in mom and pop shops. For what is Reckless Records without the constant debate over whether the clerk on the other side of the counter is rolling his eyes at you? (I’m not making this up: search the Yelp listing for the word “judgmental” or “holier-than-thou” and see for yourself.)
So I say long live record store P.A.! Record shopping is just a little too sterile without it.
Now that we’ve had a little over a month to try and make habits of our New Year’s resolutions, ask yourself: are you utilizing your gym membership? No? Maybe that’s because the repetitive treadmill thing just isn’t happening for you. Check out some of these alternative fitness options, guaranteed to inspire you in a way that 45:33 on the elliptical no longer can.
Punk Rope at Discovery Center
Feb 25 – April 1
Discovery Center (2940 N. Lincoln)
Get fit in this “rock’n‘roll-fueled cross between recess and boot camp” that mixes traditional jump rope with themed drills and school yard games. (Beginner.)
Breakdancing 1 at the Old Town School of Folk Music
March 4 – April 22
Wednesdays at 7:20pm
Old Town School (909 W. Armitage Ave.)
Not only will you learn the fundamentals of street dance and hip-hop culture, by the end you’ll be improvising and competing with your classmates “just like the b-boys and b-girls.” Word. (Beginner.)
20s Charleston – Girl Power! at The Galaxie Chicago
Feb. 11 – March 3
Wednesdays at 7pm
$40 ($25 students)
The Galaxie Chicago (2603 W. Barry)
Free your inner flapper and get a great workout while studying basic Charleston and other 1920s and 30s rhythms. (Beginner.)
Trapeze at The Aloft Loft
Tuesdays & Wednesdays, 6-7:30pm
$125 for 4 classes, $275 for 10 ($35 a la carte — there is a free class on the 2nd Saturday of every month from 10:30am-12pm, reservations required)
The Aloft Loft (2041 W. Carroll #306)
Develop upper body strength and aerial awareness while learning the fundamentals of trapeze — “the ballet of the air.” (Beginner.)
Chair Striptease at Flirty Girl Fitness
Flirty Girl Fitness (1325 W. Randolph)
$25 per class (or included with $110 monthly membership)
Get an abdominal workout as you learn the art of the sexy chair dance. (That’s an art, right?) Plus, you get to say “my Chair Striptease class.” (Beginner.)
Core Conditioning Class at Breakbone Dance Co.
Feb. 15 – April 5
Hamlin Park Studio (3035 N. Hoyne)
$50 (or $8 a la carte)
Strengthen core muscles and excavate new movement concepts with the Breakbone company members who founded the troupe’s extreme movement and bodyslam techniques. (Advanced.)
Not the “fitness class” type? You can always try out for roller derby.
It looks as though Christian “Dark Knight” Bale really does have some anger issues to deal with. If you remember the incident he had a few months back when he shoved his own mother, then you probably won’t be surprised to hear this bit of audio recording from a profanity laced outburst that happened on the set of Terminator 4. Celebrity gossip site TMZ reports that “During a scene, Shane Hurlbut (seriously), director of cinematography, screwed up a shot — at least in Christian’s mind. We’re told Bale went wild, screaming “I will kick your ass” along with some other choice remarks. Several hundred people — including Military Police — heard the outburst, which was described as “intense.”
The audio recording that film execs sent the tape to the insurance company to insured the film in case Bale bailed was leaked to the internet, and has already inspired the LA band Mae-Shi to record an audio tribute to Bale, the consummate professional.
As Brad Shi explains “We thought it was so crazy that we, The Mae Shi, wrote and recorded a song about it. I should clarify and say that this isn’t really a Mae Shi song, it’s a tribute song we made to celebrate the epic-ness of Christian Bale. Bale’s performance as John Connor in the upcoming Terminator 4 “Redemption” Film will no doubt be one of the greatest of all time. He will win every Oscar for his performance, even the special effects and animation ones.”
Download the song here:
Revolucian (producer for the new RuPaul album) made a remix as well.
No one thought there could be sound in space since sound waves can’t travel in a vacuum. However, scientists recently discovered that there is a mysterious roar coming from somewhere in space.
Is this the Universe talking to us? Or … some alien version of death metal band Suffocation?