Showing posts with label punk dust. Show all posts
Showing posts with label punk dust. Show all posts

Thursday, January 27, 2011

Vile Love: A New Western Perversion


Chur boiz here at Rise of the Visigoths be doing some thangs; excuse our relative absence. We've been plotting a group art event under the wing of our friends, The Holland Project, the noble art and music organization here in Reno, Nevada.

Poet Joanne de Longchamps once compared the air and light of the Aegean Sea to Nevada’s ancient Pyramid Lake. Recognizing and exalting the geography of mythology, she was able to allow the wellspring of Western thought to seep through into her art and psyche that was firmly seated in the desert. Here on the crux of a disenchanting American dream, and unbound universal potential, Austin Pratt, Jaron Coxson, and Jake Graves seek to propagate a comprehensive mythology and aesthetic for swift modern currents.
Inspired by the desert geography and history, religious icons, empirical astrology, and cultural relics, we have assembled paintings and other visual expressions of magic to create an environment that will both honor novelty and exuberance and lament the rusted antecedent myths.

Here some info they've released about us..
Jaron Coxson, Jake Graves and Austin Pratt have pulled from worldwide folklore, contemporary commentary, conspiracy theory and pop culture to develop their aesthetics and attitude towards art-making. The work they have made and collected represents their directed efforts towards their own representations of our present, pressing up against the unknown future, while referencing a mythologized past.

Each artist has contributed recent works, including but not limited to: paintings, sculptures, found objects, collages, photographic prints, and other curiosities.

Tuesday, November 9, 2010

Noosphere integration v2.0

Started a YouTube channel for the blog. A more wholesome experience. Here are two videos that are better online somehow than in a file somewhere on the desktop. From The Holland Project's "Under 3 minute Film Showcase" 2010 and 2009

Wednesday, July 28, 2010

Young Til I Die


Do you believe in reincarnation? Well I entertain the thought like I entertain most others, and I figure if I am a reincarnated person it was most likely some Ozarkian grandmother with a whole heapful children's songs and a scratchy, cocklely voice. Ever since I can remember Sunday School songs, Bluegrass, and general old-timey Americana folk music has resonated with me real hard. Something in the way they sing just hits that absolute center of my soul, hard to put into english...I also like the stories, I love the way they blend super adult-themed stories but color them with frogs with mice for uncles or rings of rosies and pockets full of posies. "There was an old woman who swallowed a fly" was a favorite as a kid, and the story of Don Gato has always sparked my imagination....

This all brings me to an album I just found called "Old Mother Hippletoe" which is a collection of children's songs and the ilk, all recorded back in the day by children's choirs, and real-deal share-croppin', god-fearin', butter-churnin', chitlin' cleanin' salt-of-the-earth type of folks. It has Little Rooster as performed by Almeda Riddle if you needed any more indication of what you are in for. Anyways this little ditty right here is just about as definitive on the subject of Children's Folk Songs as I've ever seen and I must once again praise Times Ain't Like They Used To Be for turning me onto some shit that my soul needed for sure.
Gather Round

Robin Hood and the Peddler, Old Granpaw Yet, Go To Sleep Little Baby, and Mister Rabbit are some of my favorite tracks so far...

and if you've never heard the tragic tale of Senor Don Gato...

Sunday, January 17, 2010

they just dont like em


The Ballad of Colton Harris-Moore

NPR
A teen bandit from the small Washington island of Camano has been on the run for 20 months and is being touted as a modern-day Jesse James. Police say the young outlaw is an amateur criminal — but a master escape artist.

The last time authorities had Colton Harris-Moore in custody was in April 2008. At that point, he was serving time in a halfway house for youth offenders, just south of Seattle. He'd been convicted of theft and possession of stolen property.

It was bed-check and he was in his pajamas. But soon after the nightly routine, he climbed out a second-story window and into the night.

Since then, the now-18-year-old fugitive has eluded police in Washington, Idaho and Canada, repeatedly vanishing into the woods. Police suspect he's stolen at least two planes, two boats and several cars, plus broken into more than 50 homes. Yet the only thing growing faster than Harris-Moore's alleged rap sheet is his legend.

Lawless But Loved

"I don't understand it, myself," says county sheriff Mark Brown. He bristles at the mention of Harris-Moore's exploding popularity.

"Reasonable people would not want to idolize somebody or sensationalize somebody who's a thief," he says.

Harris-Moore is wanted in five counties on multiple charges. But 10 of those charges are in Harris-Moore's hometown of Camano Island — Brown's jurisdiction.

Over the years, police say Harris-Moore has evolved from a petty thief stealing food and blankets, to what he is today — a convicted felon on the run.

During a recent appearance on a local Seattle radio show, Harris-Moore's mother, Pamela Kohler, said she has no idea where her son is hiding.

"And I like it like that, because that way I don't have any information to give to the police," she said.

Kohler says she's writing a book about her son's exploits. She plans to use the profits to open an animal shelter for abused pets, something she says her son had dreamed of doing. Kohler also claims he's a genius.

"He took an IQ test a few years ago and he's three points below Einstein," she says. "And if he flew those planes without lessons. I am very, very proud."
But he's not a boy only a mother can love. He has a growing legion of fans — and not just locally. Harris-Moore's fame reaches far beyond the small Puget Sound community where he is accused of invading homes and stealing credit cards. Feelings about Harris-Moore run the gamut from locals who are tired of the story — and of answering reporters' questions — to fierce fans enamored with the growing myth.

People have even written songs. The lyrics to "The Ballad of Barefoot Harris" read, "But he'd never hurt a fly, and he'd never kill a man, and he never will be found."

Fans as far away as Greece, Italy and Australia extend open-door invitations through the magic of Facebook. To date, there are more than 16,000 members of a fan page for Harris-Moore.

Girls, taken by his almond-shaped blue eyes, beg him to visit their homes and offer to be his girlfriend. Guys mock the law enforcement agencies who have failed to capture the 6-foot-5, 210-pound teen.

Aidin Stephens is also rooting for the runaway. And not just because Stephens sells T-shirts bearing Harris-Moore's picture for $15 each.

"Being good doesn't really get you very far," Stephens says. "It's a kind of a sucker's swindle."

"There's haves and have-nots in the world, and whether he's a mastermind or not, he obviously was never going to have the kind of opportunities that some people might have to have a Mercedes or to be a pilot," Stephens says. "I mean, it's an expensive hobby to have an airplane."

Legend's End Still Up In The Air

Nobody knows that better than Bob Rivers, whose plane was worth $150,000. That was before Harris-Moore allegedly stole it — then then totaled, it.

It took police almost a year to link Rivers' 4-seater Cessna to the wanted teen. But despite their assertions, Rivers, a Seattle host for CBS Radio, is not entirely convinced Harris-Moore is really responsible. And he's reluctant to add to the fugitive's growing legend.

"There's a saying in aviation: There are old pilots and there are bold pilots, but there are no old, bold pilots," Rivers says. "Colton has clearly done some bold things, but could he learn to fly on the Internet and then crash-land several planes in a row, in rugged terrain, and walk away each time without a scratch?"

The story — if true — is what makes Harris-Moore's life the stuff movies are made of. Just last month, a documentary film crew landed on Camano Island to interview locals. A slew of production companies are courting Kohler for access to her son.

Of course, this isn't a movie. With each new crime that's attributed to the teen, the stakes get higher and the potential for a dangerous confrontation increases. Authorities and Harris-Moore's mother are hoping for the least cinematic ending — the one where the 18-year-old quietly turns himself in.

and remember maurice clemmons

Tuesday, November 24, 2009

Armadillo Cowboys




Two (slightly autistic?)teenagers with a rudimentary understanding of their instruments belt out cutesy-wutesy songs influenced by; Freddy Got Fingered, Harmony Korine, and The Snooty Phalanges. How could you not be sold?

Gravy All Over Him