Archive for March, 2003


Went out with Anna last night and it was fun. We connected, kissed her, supposed to call her today, but no time with Kelly in town and having to do a set. All today pissed off at Mike Welch for being a dick. Claims he’s gonna boycott The Wire because I asked him for a drummer’s name, thinks I’m gonna smear him I geuss. He’s a dick and totally fucking pyscho. Keep imagining the old fuck showing up tonight at Boddhies and having to yell at him, there’s no way I can take him, but maybe in group or force. Fucking drummer could clock me out with like 3 punches at most, I wouldn’t even scrape him. To much stress for complete bullshit, fucking pyscho prick ass fucks. Working on set for tonight, messing with bass tones, Bill keeps e-mailing about writing an article on emit for Xlr8r, but I have no pull with them, and I’ve explained I send a pitch to Vivian and she decides what gets printed. Bastard, just calm down, I can’t make you famous. That aside got my article into The Wire and The Weekly, everything seems cool on those fronts, but ya never know when those pricks will e-mail back asking for a re-write. Kelly is crashing at my place, he’s cool, stoner, has a lot of good stories. Pete Barber hasn’t called back. Yesterday me and Anna went by Lisa and Travis’ to swim, eventually Liza got in the pool and had fun with Travis, we played fetch the circuit breaker w/ the breaker we got at the lab, some bastard drove by real slow and made a call on his cell so when we heard cars coming we jumped the fence and headed back to Anna’s car. Bleed from smashing another window, it took a few minutes for the blood to seep through my shirt. Rent check went through, getting check from Weekly in near future. Shelley Hirsch down in Miami was fun, it rained the entire way. Stayed in West Palm with Joe’s parents. Cool, but very rich town. Joe’s parents seemed nice. She seemed only mildly crazy compared tomany mothers, called his sister in Australia, saw a picture of the beautiful ex-wife. Wondered around the yard, she has bushes planted with flagrant flowers, adds a nice touch. Very lived house, built in 20s, next to a couple mega-mansions. Ate at Tap Tap in Miami. Live Haitin music. Spagehetti and fish sucked, but Joe’s dish was cool. Back to working on my set.


March 29, 2003 at 4:52 pm Leave a comment


Finally met Anna, under-age Anna, high school Anna, very attractive Anna. As usual ended up at the lab. Travis and Liza came by Wills to see Joey play. Liza works with Joey now. Lisa C. and Joey are no longer together. Amanda’s wound is healing. Band of the Name rocked, fun was had by all, about an hour ago got my article for The Wire in. Here’s a few previews:

I’m two hours late getting into Miami and stuck in the inevitable traffic jam that precedes entrance into Florida’s dance capital. In it’s little over one hundred years of existence, Miami Florida has managed to spring enough suburban sprawl to ensure traffic jams are a regular fixture of life. Fed by the mass exile of Cubans fleeing Castro’s regime in 1959, this former spanish providence turned from European to Latin American in a little under 40 years. South America’s exiles formed studios, started clubs, and brought a good deal of their former home to the states. Miami’s influx of Afro-Caribbean culture is still running strong, with a good percentage of the populous dancing to the Latino beat. Standing outside the yearly Infiltrate anti-conference waiting for Schematic, Beta Bodega, and M3rck’s dance avant-garde and breakcore acts to perform, a full on Salsa beat emanates from less than a block away. Miami’s prolific IDM and hip-hop scene aside, an undercurrent of avant-garde activity has been brewing in this city centering on Gustavo Matamoros’ yearly Sub-Tropics festival.
The Sub-Tropics festival is part of the South Florida Composers Alliance, an organization that includes St. Petersburg’s free jazz trumpeter Dave Manson and other proponents of new music all over the Southern parts of the state. Their yearly series of concerts brings in the likes of Davey Williams, John Cage, Robert Dick, Chris Cutler, and Shelley Hirsch. The Sound Art Workshops are where local and a few international acts are given the opportunity to interact. The results of Gustavo’s fifteen years of consistent new music curatorship have been varied. While beat meddlers on Beta Bodega and Schematic regularly attend Gustavo’s events, the idm crowds those acts cater to have remained apathetic to the festival’s existence, while the transient nature of Miami’s residents ensures no interested party sticks around for long. As Edward Bob aka Sony_Mao puts it, “I’ve always thought you have 200 cheerleaders in Miami, the number stays constant, but the members change.”
Edward is the best link between the multifarious scenes operating in Florida’s metropolis. An electronic musician, he’s waded his ways through all the various scenes that have come and gone in his forty years in the town, “Every 4-5 years in South Florida there’s a music revival, we’re establishing this, we’re creating something that’s never happened here before.” These scenes include a remarkably under-documented electronic scene in the eighties, the unappreciated hardcore scene of the early nineties, and currently idm’s boom, which Bob, like many experimenters in South Beach, is quite proud of. As Needle or Sony_Mao Ed’s work is the most abstract electronica in a town of experimental labels, and along with his new contribution to the label glut Bonita, he’s providing a valuable counterpoint, exercising the geist of techno’s beat from electronica. But even Needle’s work is influenced by the pervasive Caribbean influence Miami holds over it’s residents. His earlier group The Happiness Boys launched eighties drum machines into percussive frenzies resembling Batcuda and Haitian drumming more than progressive trance. The influence is obvious, and Edward freely admits, “We drew in a lot from latin, afro-caribbean, and Haitian music.” This connection between the latin and electronic scenes seriously needs to be re-issued.
Such predecessors way even heavier on Miami’s most popular fusionist, Andrew Yeoman alias DJ Le Spam. A turntablist and sampler freak, Yeoman weekly improvises with a live band, freely mixing the many different rhythmic traditions little Haiti encloses. Andrew’s first love is as a funk DJ and he takes the different politics of Latin patterns into heavy bass-lines and classic funk orchestrations. It’s a surprisingly accessible music to be found on David Font’s Elegua Records label.
Font, like Le Spam, is another blender of afro-caribbean signature sounds. Yeoman’s work is sample based percussive funk, while Font’s work is more emblematic of the Miami experimental sound, “I’m straddling two very different communities, in one way I play purely traditional ceremonial music, on the other hand is the extreme of this experimental music scene.” Comparable in spirit to the fusion Pharaoh Sanders achieved on the saxophone by mediating post-Coletrane blowouts with Nigerian high life’s pop, Font stresses, in interview, his basis in traditional ceremonial music. For the past several years he’s made a living exclusively as a drummer no small feat in many towns, but Miami is a place where musicians, especially percussionists, can find work if their willing to play with in the lines or like Yeoman, blend them into a music that touches the neuvo-populous of techno listeners and traditional percussion lovers.
Outside of his ceremonial gigs, David has worked with a good assortment of Miami’s electronic and experimental acts. The first release on Elegua was one of Edward Bob’s soundtrack to silent movies project. For this release, Font played with Josh Kay aka Jeswa, Otto Von Schirach, and Needle. He’s also participated in Gustavo’s Sound Art Workshops and curates a series of releases from the Sub-Tropics Festival. Font’s work is minimal percussion, brisling between scenes of patterns and timings, his drumming takes twists and turns as the ear becomes adjusted to the puzzle box tension hearing him play takes on.
Another fuser of latin tones is violinist Alfredo Triff, “in my music I blend afro-cuban and caribbean elements with denser post-classical traditions.” A participant of the SAW groups, Triff makes a living playing with traditional Cuban groups, while engaging in an intellectual dialogue between the different spheres he inhabits, “I engage in a critique, but one which avoids didacticism, and in which the music speaks poetically…” Another way of saying that his experiments are accessible to even casual ears something that most experimenters in Miami agree is a necessity, “Miami is not a particularly fertile town for hardcore musical experimentation,” says David Font.
However, Gustavo Matamoros is a hardcore experimenter. Eschewing any Afro-Caribbean impulses his music is phrased in the language of international composition and improvisation. Working on scores, improvising on the saw, and inventing his own instruments that merge improvised passages with preset compositions triggered by electronics, Gustavo couldn’t exist outside of a supportive network of experimenters and funding. Recently he’s been commissioned by other festivals in the city to create compositions and his work has found a home in the emergent Gallery scene that Miami’s fostering. All of this doesn’t put Miami on the avant-garde map like other metropolises such as New York and L.A., but it’s ripening and more importantly, developing a sound of it’s own.

and the Jimmy article:

“I think for The Postal Service the big one [influence] would be the Pet Shop Boys,” says Jimmy Tamborello aka Dntel alias Figurine, explaining where his infectious electro-pop comes from, “in general the technopop had the songs and the more experimental stuff had the sounds.” Jimmy’s work straddles two scenes: the valuable indie-rock and electro-pop market, and the more obscure intelligent dance music enclave. Like many in the home-produced techno pack, James Tamborello’s experiences with experimental sounds came from industrial, “Skinny Puppy were one of the first groups I heard that were making things sound wrong on purpose. Lots of distortion and low bit-rate sampling…” and then he had the bedroom-tronica conversion experience, hearing acts like Autechre for the first time, “warp records- the more lo-fi stuff of the early to mid 90s┬ámade music seem less exclusive to professionals with big studios.”
Like indie rock’s ancestry in tape traded and basement recorded punk, idm has deep roots in the lo-fi industrial scene of the same period. As punk turned into the sedate emo of the nineties, industrial’s fan base matured from Ogre’s harsh skronk to the pleasant tones of acts like Telfon Tel Aviv, as James put it, “the extremities of industrial music haven’t been as much of an interest to me in a while… I got a lot of that out of my system in high school :)”
Maturing at the same rate, Emo and Electronica’s respective scenes sit across the way from each other. Tortoise, Radiohead, and a plethora of “post”-rockers take the grittier bleeps of experimental electronica’s lexicon as part of their rock diet, but few introspective laptopers have managed to penetrate the world of cashmere sweaters and bottle rims more than Figurine, DNTEL, and now The Postal Service. As Jimmy explains, “I guess I feel more comfortable in that world, the indie rock world… I’m not very technically complex with computers.” This rock love shows up both in James’ DJ spots on pioneering internet station Dub Lab and his music, “their more like pop songs than much idm stuff,” he says, “I think I’ve appreciate both [pop music and electronic music] pretty equally.”
This love for both schools began early, at 12 he started playing with his Dad’s 8-track recorder, sequencer, and keyboards. In high school he picked up bass and guitar later playing in an outfit Strictly Ballroom that garnered a good amount of press for their reflective style which frequently built to an intensity more on level with punk’s high-school thrash. His collaborators in Strictly Ballroom went their ways like most bands, to many conflicting ideas and schedules. Jimmy returned to working alone and DJ’n at Dub Lab. “Dub Lab gets together a good portion of the people doing electronic music in L.A., there’s not a big audience here at all.”
Despite modest audiences, the number of electronic acts continues to grow in L.A. due to Allen Avanessian aka Mannequin Lung’s Plug Research label. Plug Research houses many of Jimmy’s various aliases plus Daedelus, Low Res, John Tejada, and others since 1994. It took L.A. years to foster it’s now exploding club scene, and in Plug Research’s ten years, it’s acts have split into Figurine’s vocal drive idm and Daedelus or Headset’s more electronified hip-hop. Jimmy’s pop-song work began when he asked Ben Gibbard of Death Cab For Cutie to sing on DNTEL’s album, “Life is Full of Possibilities.” The fandom only went one way, “I don’t think he’d heard DNTEL before,” says James, “I’d heard Death Cab,” but the collaboration works, “It was easy from the start…We were both very happy with it.”
The facility which Ben and Jimmy collaborate is best explained by their similarity in styles. Death Cab’s sparse rock and DNTEL’s eased electronica come from a similar minimalism, “I think you can make a bigger impact with fewer things going because it’s direct to the listener,” Jimmy explains. Compared to the busier works of his contemporaries Jimmy’s work is less, “process oriented, your listening and appreciating the way it was made… I like to use the computer as a glorified multi-track recorder,” leaving room for vocals while letting the listener tune into Gibbard’s bleak lyrical output.
The Postal Service is emblematic of the latest wave in pop music. From Bjork, The Rapture, and even Madonna, pop’s stars are letting the accomplished sequencers of electronica take their music onto the dancefloor while maintaining it’s home listening history. On the order side indie’s stalwarts, such as Damien Jurado, are moonlighting by request on European techno tracks that frequently hit the top ten across the pond from America’s less club inclined populous. Recording and mastering even acoustic music has been digital for some time, but until recently the mixing of acoustics and the artificial tones of dance wasn’t desirable. As Jimmy sums it up, “I don’t know where the scene is going, although it seems like more and more rock musicians are buying computers.”

March 27, 2003 at 4:52 am Leave a comment


Had this dream last night where I’m in the bathroom of my mom’s old house and Sabrina Anico comes in. We’re both naked for some reason, but just talking, we go out through a window which she’s using for some reason, fetching mail or something and sit the in bull pen of a little league baseball field. The entire time I’m very close to kissing her, but don’t.
Going to see Shelly Hirsch tomorrow.

March 26, 2003 at 4:21 pm Leave a comment

a cave

I continue to imagine beating the fuck out of Darren T. America. He’s a nice guy, I like him, and he meant me no harm, but I feel as if his insight into me, well just really pissed me off. My positives are passives, in-active portraits of a self that’s enjoyable to others, becuase it doesn’t impose on them becuase it isn’t neccessarily there. The problem isn’t that he’s right or wrong, on some level he’s right my, powers reside more in entertaining, but you can’t go through life with people thinking their able to push you around, neither can you exist ignoring what angers you. Darren accepts his weakness, “I always ran away from conflict,” he says, which I never did or have, but ended up marked by the fear conflict put in me, my parent’s arguing during their divorce, my mom beating me, kids at school, but I did stand up for myself on a few occassions and that seems to be where my resistance comes from, I told Dylan Miracle to fuck off and that he was a complete jack ass, we ended up really good friends, I threw Jen Barzack out of my life (and yeah I regreted that for awhile despite how stupid that is), I threw a TV at my step-mother, I screamed at my father, I ran my mother over all the time, never doing what i was told, never bothering to listen to her shit, and to this day I still hate her on a level, she’s to much, to protective in a way that’s not comforting, but just undermines your sense of what you can accomplish. Well at least your trying she says about me, my dad seems proud although now that I’m asking him for money to bail me out of credit cards and rent checks he probably won’t be as supportive. My point is this, Darren made a mistake in what makes Woody Allen Woody Allen, and what makes Darren a pussy although happy as a human being due to it, we resist all the time, we refuse to go into the cave and let comfort come over us, we’re more scared becuase of it, I don’t have a home to go back to in my mind, that sucks, but at the same time you have to learn to stand up straight even if it takes your whole fucking life to do it. We get better every day you son of a bitch, and with Darren’s attitude he’ll end up like Dave White, married to the wrong girl and living out with nazi racists in Virginia or where-ever. An enclave, is a cave.


March 26, 2003 at 3:01 am 1 comment


The guitar is a hollow bodied instrument with strings that at some point was changed over to steel strings that magnetically resonate over a series of… yes magnets, that in turn produce electric currents that can converted back into guitar like noises via an amp. It’s not a technically very complex thing, and the predominance of the electric guitatr affectively destroyed entire schools of harmonics that were made to carry long distances. Latin Jazz for instance, is played in notes that cut through the den of the crowd, it didn’t need amplifaction, it just was. The guitar, the electric guitar is an abstraction, one that’s greater freedom of distortion and signal bends expanded the vocabulary of playing, while rendering it’s previous status as a quiet instrument in Classical Music’s solos obsolete. The folk, the blues, the prominance of the guitar as their base instrument in America, made it something wholy other. It became an icon, an electronic icon, one step from it’s original state, and yet still with in what it symbolized, the truimph of a folk music over the artistocratic European music that came over to the U.S. with it’s original imigrants. At some point during the transgression from national idenities, to the internet’s more multi-flous ones, the next step, digital synthesis in itself became the style. It’s not simple keyboards and beat machines, the roots of new wave and electro, but music straight off the hard disk and never intended to do something that a physical acoustic piece could do. You’d think this would have expanded the vocabulary more, the possibilities enlivened Xenakis enough to experiment with it, yet mostly what you here is recreation. Lately I’ve been wondering why anyone bothered with it at all. Most folks are stuck between recreating the glories of Academic music, re-living industrial, or harkening back to keyboard odes and rock’s guitars. fuck them. i lost my place in this. Electronic music shares a heritage with jazz, jazz began dance music, popular in clubs, and eventually with be-bop, became a home listening experience. With home listening, we got the experiments, Charlie Parker climbing out of time, and John Coletrane ripping time and tonality to shreds for a greater purpose. With electronica we get a lot of boring avant-garde projects that don’t go anywhere and claim musique concrete is their base influence aka the folks re-living the glory days of academia, or kitschy bull shit that tries to be a modern update of new wave or indsustrial or hardcore or something, and let’s not forget the millions of talented truly amazing players of software synths who still fuck the dead corpse of Richard D. James every day. THIS SHIT FUCKING BLOWS. WHY ISN’T ANYONE FEELING THIS SHIT? WHY DOES A MUSIC OF SIMULATION SEEM SO CULTURALLY TIED TO RELIVING BULLSHIT SCENES FROM THE PAST? Where in fucking god’s name is the god damn fuck who’s gonna take these instruments AND MAKE THEM THEIR OWN? Who will invent their structures and DO THINGS WE DIDN’T KNOW WE COULD HEAR? Stop fucking corpses and live in the present for once.


March 23, 2003 at 9:12 am Leave a comment

Swimming with Jelly fish

Get the beech and the water is cold which is nice. Beech is packed with guys and girls walking about. A gaggle of women pass by, as I walk down the beech to swim. Jelly fish are everywhere. mom calls and rent check bounced. cherly calls and their taking me off the car insurance (again). Get two checks in the mail. Set up Jan Jelineck and Tomas Fehlam at AKA Lounge, found a job in Palm Beach, helped Raphael with t-shirts by giving him Alex and/or Steve’s number. Called Pete to remind him he’s playing Sunday. Transcribed some Gustavo interviews. Finished with Le Mejor Seleccion’s back cover. Posted reviews of Yip-Yip and Nophi’s stuff from Wrecked Here’s Fred’s cover:


March 18, 2003 at 10:30 pm Leave a comment

day off

I’m flat broke, hardly working, and my mom is tired of paying for things when the account, inveitably, runs dry. I think I’ll call my Dad and move up to Memphis untill I have a decent GRE score and some way to pay for things.


March 18, 2003 at 12:15 pm Leave a comment


I think I need a pyschologist for very professional reasons. There’s to much going on, I’m responsible for to much of it, and most of all I have to keep pretending that some day this music or this art will make a profit, keep that hope alive. It’s not personal issues that ultimately lead me to want to have a journal, it’s the need to get all the stuff out and into the open with someone, so they can understand why I smoke two packs of cigarettes a day, why I can’t connectrate long enough on many things anymore, and why I’m rabidly horny and need to fuck everything that moves. That sounds about right. Fuck these bitches, I’m going to the beach.


March 17, 2003 at 6:03 pm Leave a comment


From: Andrew Jones
Date: Mon Mar 17, 2003 1:57:44 AM US/Eastern
Subject: Re: Why is this picture “beautiful”?

The composition my e-mail program came up with is pretty cool.
Blue, green, and red with intersecting lines marking the
previous exchanges. As for the series of lines, it’s a cool
little diddity that’s simplicity perhaps puts something to rest.
That’s coming from that entire aesthetics is the desire to
put things at rest I’m a highly neurotic brain always on
type and even these parred down lines of stimuli for a second
give me less pause for worry. I think there’s a school of theory
behind that, and obviously I’m not quoting it right.


On Monday, March 17, 2003, at 01:35 AM, Cory Mathews wrote:

No, no, no, no.
Why is it beautiful?

Quoting David Westling :

On 3/16/03 8:43 PM, “Cory Mathews” wrote:

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— from list —
Opening numbers of the Fibonacci sequence to 13, but why you then go back
down in order to 1 escapes me. Fibonacci sequence natural program of life
forms and all that.

David Westling

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Andrew Jones
514 Wavecrest Dr.
Orlando, FL, 32807

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I got tired of coloring this in.


March 17, 2003 at 2:03 am Leave a comment

molr drammaz

Molr’s about 4 hours away. Went by Lacy’s b-day, ran into Jessica and talked to her for awhile. I’m way introspective these days, about 2 years of my pre-live journal life wasn’t as obviously totured. Anyway, Richard says I’ve changed since he’s known me becuase I tell everyone to fuck off now etc. Go through pictures of me and laura arm wrestling and feel some slight longing for her body. Elise is around this week. Generally feel better. Meeting Cory and Aliza at 8:30 to pick up mic.s, everything is coming together.


March 16, 2003 at 5:27 pm Leave a comment

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