On the Island of Reil: Topographic Tales from the Salient Seas of the Insular Cortex
Some say the Insula can be thickened with meditation, thus creating the possibilty of more euphoric musical experiences. Though the hippocampus craves sleep, or there will be no new brain celluature to be had and we lose our functional memory. (And) seeing these two practices leave us at a deficit in our listening habits, we suggest letting your stomach be your stylus, and eating your records. Every night before bed ingest a few choice tracks, an E.P., or a side, to ensure that groovy feeling. Tonight I will start it all off with some Rob Wasserman and a Pinot Noir.
"Henry Ford on his Factory Floor Listening to that Tin Whistle Whine," ( 10.31.06 18x13, graphite/ colored pencil on paper), is one of a series of self destructing works.
Once in a small stockroom, I had noticed a stack of large sheets of paper on top of a filing cabinet. I was sent away with a quantity of these 24" x 36" behemoths of uncertain origin, and they turned out as a craggy cold pressed paper, covered with some strange sizing, or sealant. They become more brittle as each day passes, but I could not resist celebrating their existance, and here at least there may just be some permanancy. "Anthropomorphic Starfish," seen in an earlier post is also from this set, and are all of a surrealist nature. I have a few sheets left if anyone is interested, if not...
Reccomended Listening:
Gentle Giant: Aquiring the Taste (1971, Polygram)
If you dig your progressive music on the fringes of the jazz influence, Enjoy the tapas.
