Friday, July 16, 2010

'In C' (live at the lexington: 11/7/2010) by monster bobby

For those who were too hungover/already had plans last Sunday, here is our performance of Terry Riley's In C (see below) in all it's ragged glory. Bear in mind that this was the first time some of us had ever played it (me included). I'm on keyboards - well, one of the keyboards. One of the many keyboards, in fact...

'In C' (live at the lexington: 11/7/2010) by monster bobby

Friday, July 09, 2010

This Sunday at 'The Hangover Lounge'...

Now that I'm safely ensconced back in London, and if anyone fancies coming down, I will be playing part in 'A Little Orchestra' this Sunday (11th July) at The Lexington, near Angel tube, north London, performing In C by Terry Riley along with other musicians. The event is from 2-9pm and we will be playing early (so you can get to the World Cup final with plenty of time to spare - what musician would play at the same time as that??). Guest DJ is none other than Bob Stanley from Saint Etienne. Deduct ten points if you thought I meant the French city there rather than the band.
Details (including directions) are here.

Monday, July 05, 2010

One of the weirdest things I saw while in Los Angeles was a version of the Eiffel Tower (above) in the Americana shopping area that brought to mind Baudrillard’s obsession with both simulacrum and his quote that “Los Angeles [is] no longer real, but belongs to the hyperreal order and to the order of simulation”. While that may be a pretentious way of putting it, LA most definitely does feel hyperreal, especially when suffering from jetlag: there is something strange in the city’s postmodern random juxtaposition of architecture, including one of the main Scientology buildings – or rather, castles - which looks like something out of a magical Disney film (only in LA would you also have a street called L. Ron Hubbard Way, devoted entirely to Scientology buildings).

The endless neon signs informing you of Jesus’ presence seem designed paradoxically to inspire epilepsy in their drivers. Driving down its endless freeways towards Downtown feels like something from Blade Runner (which ostensibly depicted the Little Tokyo district of Downtown LA in the future) or the Terminator films, with its endless spaghetti junctions branching off in all directions and corporations on all sides (you could almost imagine Skynet Cyberdime Systems being the next building up). Yet despite its skyscrapers, Downtown doesn’t really feel like the centre of the city: LA doesn’t really feel like it has a corporeal centre as such, just endless cities existing almost autonomously, encircled by the mountains at the edge of the desert, the whole place only really navigatable by car (despite the presence of a public transport system). London’s ordered rows of semidetached houses seem boring and quaint in comparison.