Thursday, October 23, 2008

Hits Of The Day



'sonja is about to have her internet privileges revoked'

Hit of the day is 'bang bang' by Trouble Andrew.

omg i love this song. thanks to ELISA ROSE.
he's some snowboarder idiot from whistler who moved to new york and put out an album.
i'm embarrassed. 'bang bang/wanna see my gun?'

it's kind of like old germs/darby crash but way more "together"> Meaning: super produced.
i'm obsessed with this stupid song. i just found it on youtube and was slightly disturbed by the VIDEO. It's all Vice Culture and American Apparel...which I hate.
close your eyes and listen. or not. i gave you the pre-amble.

http://
www.youtube.com/watch?v=eAmExxE-RDc

as far i know - it's Santogold singing on the Trouble Andrew song.
so cleanse yourself with Santi White aka SANTOGOLD my new favourite album of 2008:

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kCeZzW54a2o

I don't have patience to watch it through right now (no time). So close your eyes and listen to the song. Imagine you are in a speedy silver car (possibly a yaris) zipping around a windy kootenay road mountain range lake beside.

clearing out.

Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Skinned Rabbit


first pic: shary boyle's art. mind boggling.

i know it's horrible and it is horrifying. i forced myself to take the photo at the butcher shop. i never go in butcher shops. i hate them as much as i hate going into the liquor store. the smell of the licker store...brown paper bags and miasma of booze.

rare times i ate pizza as a kid, i would take everything off the pizza before i ate it. i skinned it like a rabbit. pointed out my dad's omnipresent friend peter smith.

i spent alot of time with peter as a kid. me and cubby. we were always going off with our parents radical babysitter friends. sometimes we'd get up to no good. peter was easy to torment. he was a blonde hippie surfer type. very good-natured and FUN and hilarious. He once put a squeegee on a finger and said, 'with this squeegee, i thee wed'. i was 9 or 10 when we were all goofing off in a mcdonald's parking lot with ketchup packets. i laid a few down and jumped on them with all my might and sprayed his pure white clean perfect bell bottoms. i felt really bad. i turned into a boy when i was with them. oftentimes folks thought my brother and i were either twin girls or twin boys. mostly boys. we are 16 months apart.

i did another wretched thing to peter. that horrible thing came up that kids did in the late 70s/earliest of 80s: "if your hand is bigger than your face/you have cancer"
i said it to him (awful child) and he curiously put his hand up to his face and i did 'the trick' and slammed his open hand into his face enough to give him a bloody nose. We were on the bus.

why? where? do these things come from?
i was a talking head.

apparently there is a new trend in music. a murmur only. it's a sound from the late 80s/early 90s..that 3,4 year window.
i guess people are mad again.
there needs to be some raging.

i've been listening to UNWOUND lately..have been craving it for months now. the screaming is music to my ears. bring it ON. The Royal We realized this past summer the only time it is 'acceptable' to scream nowadays is on a RIDE like..the zipper at a crappy exhibition.

Wednesday, October 15, 2008

Not That There's A Reason For It









dear stephen harper
this is what artists do with grant money. they lie around on golf courses and count their tens and then they take digital photographs and call it 'art' and post it on their blog. some of them have to do illegal things to get money. it's what makes the world go round and round, afterall.
do you know that song by the butthole surfers 'Hairway to Stephen'? it's not about you.

later,
s.

elisa rose and i have been recording music. we are called Body Double. Then she said what about Body Triple? cos Dusty started playing with us, too. I said, 'what about Whitemare?' cos i'm not calling my new book that anymore. I'm calling it a different name (TBA. it's secret).

we have a 'pearl jam' inspired song but it's NOT - just some lady version of 'goat rock' which obvs is a thousand times better than any lame 'pearl jam' song (uh..even tho i like Ten cos i'm like that)..it's called "Gemstone" and there are alot of collective soul: YEAHHHHHHHs...and 'climbing up that ladder' and me repeating: I'm PEAKING for about half the song like jennifer herrema royal trux style and me playing the acoustic guitar (badly) and dusty noodling and elisa going on..it's kinda bluesy, actually. It's basically FREEDOM ROCK.
then we have a song with Stella (age 12) who has been writing raps over the last week. this rap is about 'nerds'. her teacher is so impressed with her he is getting her to teach a CREATIVE WRITING class on 'how to rap'.
(she rhymes 'locket' and 'pocket').
and we have an indie folk song about a page in my book about boy art and girl art and how boys likes girl's art if it looks like boy's art. i started working on this song in the yukon when i would sit in the basement and play into the night - re-teaching myself and only playing bar chords and such that were comfortable for my precious hands...this is a wild dream..so elisa pieced it all together..it sounds sucky but it RIPS. we 'laid down' a guitar riff i wrote that sounds like a chainsaw..ripping into it...but then it is very pretty and haunted and sad but not.

and we have a dance song that elisa wrote
and a song about a little whore that i just sang back-up with..it's a torch song.
OH! and another song where i'm kind of screaming all the way through.

when we went on RIDES in the summer (the zipper and such at The Ex in Toronto), shary and i realized that is the only time it is okay to SCREAM.

yeah so there's our album.
i also made a video tonight of elisa having a one-lady dance party in her gansta house..i shot it outside and the house looks like a jackolantern w/the warm orange lights and her dancing alone in the picture window. it's perfect.

i'll upload a different day.

ok so the bear came up the road while we were out on the deck partying.
it was so AMAMAMAMAZING.

i can't describe him..lopey dopey big bear claws turned inward plodding plod up the stairs to the apple tree. that why they make teddy bears. b/c everyone wants their own bear that they can hug.
'come here/gimme a hug' fitty cent

ok so here's the golf course photoshoot with pretty lavender ten dollar bills and such.
and my damn dress i have loved ever so over the last month or so.

these things don't last.

xo
PS i'm still obsessed with HAWKWIND
and the new brit brit song is great: WOMANIZER
go steal it off the internet TODAY!

AND this is one of my most favourite things of the last 6 months:

WALK IT OUT

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KU3N5c2Kxnw

Friday, October 10, 2008

...is bare bones




all i can do is think in facebook status updates.
my favourite update was from awhile while back:

'sonja is mowing the lawn'

it sounded so...dumb...so very facebook* and the visual is hilarious. Me (resentfully) mowing the lawn on 12th Avenue in Vancouver in big strawhat.

(*although fbook has done more good than harm -for me).

there was a bear on the deck last nite. it's my fault. i slipped up and did a stupid human thing which was: leave the compost out. i was mere inches from the bear - the only thing separating us was the dutch door. i could hear Bear grunting and snooping in the compost. i was so excited. i wanted so very much to swing the door open and Invite Only/come on in!!! let's finish watching this movie together.
instead i wrote this and sadly listened to the big bear walk away from me.

Smokin’ on the wrap-around deck @ gansta house.
It's bad but good in a fridakahlo way who was never ever without smoke. Smoke is a screen for the heart. I needed that protection. This will pass shortly.

I love being in the sticks b/c I can do whatever the #%@$ I want.
Then I go to the city.

Awhile here
Awhile there.

Back & forth.

‘..i’d never hurt you or mean you any harm…I wouldn’t wanna lose your love’

April wine in October
not the cruellest month

cruella

I’m freezing
But I just saw

The bad side of the moon
I mean
The good side.

Period.


Been walking in the pitch black kootenay night with perfect diamond stars and cold dark shadows of evergreens coming up the hill. All shadows and listening to the cave singers almost crying choked up and wondering is some crazed axe murderer gonna bust out of the woods ? or will a black momma bear cross my path again and i won't hear anything for the Lindsey Buckingham-like music loud cocoon in my ears blocking out all other sound. Dangereux, I know. But I am not afraid of being afraid. Nor is yoko.

Or fear.

A frayed not.

Turning mold into gold

and a
Fam dam

Saturday, October 4, 2008

hawk wind

Scar-Jo. who likes Scar-jo? not me.
that's hawkwind above. i'm in the kootenays still. it's pretty here. fall. i see del dettmar at the coffee shop every morning. he's the third from the left. synth player. go figure. he plays the ancient game of GO every morning with a pal. japan claimed the game. who doesn't claim the game?
i took my favourite picture i've ever taken a few weeks ago on the drive up here. it's a nicely home-made pink ice cream cone billboard (in the shape of a cone) HUGE with dessert/mountain landscape on the last summer fall day. i mean 'desert'. This was all driving thru the interior of BC.
i promise i'll write more soon.

basement studio with monster hiding in the corner

basement studio with monster hiding in the corner

Ahlers

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