ICYMI, Alternative is the new Mainstream. This weekend defined culture for thousands of Bad Kids channeling Bad Brains, dancing proudly on the Fringe of the Fringe, with more style than a runway. #because Punk ain’t dead, it moved to Brooklyn.
Is Instagram simply another social network built for endless moments of procrastination and boredom? Or is it extremely possible for it to in fact be a cultural art form changing society forever for the better? I’d like to go with the latter of the two. In my few—okay dangerously frequent amount of moments spent procrastinating; I tend to browse Instagram for funny quotes and pictures. It was in one of these moments that I realized it was so much more than just pictures that i was browsing and posting. It was memories. It was moments in time that would have once been overlooked and forgotten.
I often find myself reminiscing with my childhood friends who have now become my adult friends. We have years and years of these amazing memories slowly fading from our minds and very few pictures to ensure that they don’t fade for good. New memories will not escape us however, because now every time we manage to get together, absentmindedly one of us finds a photo to take to see how many likes we can get on Instagram. I see and have taken many pictures of priceless, extraordinary moments that I cant help but feel would have been lost in the human mind had it not been for the cultural art form, and possibly greatest social network that is Instagram. Along with these wondrous moments, you can browse to the next photo and find a photo of a 400-pound black man in a thong sipping on a baby bottle. But hey, I never said it was the perfect social network.
Summer is like the ultimate one-night stand…hot as hell, totally thrilling and gone before you know it. If August nights could sing they’d probably sound a little something like this…
For volume three of our Blinkk Beats visual mixtape series we paired Atlanta based DJ Xavier BLK (http://xavierblk.com/) and UK based artist and pulp iconographer TONE (retroskullduggery.com). Xavier BLK provides the brooding soundtrack that boasts cuts from The Internet, Little Dragon, and more while TONE’s hand-drawn stencil art gives the look. A little pastiche here, a lot of moody indie pop there. Listen and download “Blinkk Beats Vol 3: Gotham Rides on Angels –> http://www.mediafire.com/?2r576a2167nns80
Justin Timberlake can bring sexy back, but he couldn’t revive MySpace if he tried. And while I loved discovering new music, having a selective Top 8, and spending hours editing the html coding on my profile layout – there’s no sense in beating a dead horse. In 2008, Facebook slowly crept its way into popularity. It was new, fresh, easy to use, looked nothing close to MySpace, and it took the majority of today’s youth along with it.
Sunday night/ Circa 9:45 PM/ The Tabernacle Venue, Atlanta, GA:
I find my 5’3 self engulfed in a sea of wrestling limbs and damp adolescent bodies. By now, I’ve happily endured a few songs worth of mosh pit suffocation and am silently trying to devise an escape route from the pandemonium. The ripple of bobbing heads above mine makes the task difficult, but at last the sea parts and there he stands: the blonde, freckle faced Lucas. The photograph of his face, plastered on the monstrous flag that dangles from the ceiling, awkwardly stares into the beautiful calamity of the audience as they simultaneously chant…
The land use to be complicated to own. There were no gurus or kings because everything was so isolated and complex that nobody knew how to utilize it. Some might see me as the great opportunist, but I’m really the great connector. I learned fast how to build bridges in the intricate neighborhood, and I ruled it. It was everything I could have ever wanted. It had commercial potential with all that control and freedom I could have ever desired. Everyone was obsessed over what I conquered, but for a very long time no one knew how to conquer it for themselves, and that made me king.
Mark Lyken‘s recent solo show The Loneliness Machines was conceived & created at Recoat Gallery in Glasgow, Scotland in a frenzy of 16 hour days, 7 days a week, over a month long period. The artist and music producer was a notable pioneer and among the first to write Graffiti in Scotland in the 80’s and among the first to transition to gallery work.
Internet phenoms are coming out of everywhere these days. Again, Andy taught me. The latest indie upstart set to be blasted on every blog and Facebook profile is Lana Del Rey. What seems as a reaction to all the online criticism of Lana for not being ‘authentic’, every sound on these remixes apart from Lana’s voice is completely synthetic.
Great pop music isn’t about being ‘real’, the best acts reach for something bigger, better and more glamorous than the everyday. This po-faced stance betrays a lack of imagination and a loathing of creativity. David Bowie wasn’t actually from Mars, but it doesn’t make his music any less awesome. From The Internet(Odd Future) to Club Clique, from house to Dub Step, listen to Lana Del Rey’s “Blue Jeans” five different ways.
Big dreams, Gangster
Said you had to leave to start your life over
I was like: “no please” stay here
We don’t need no money we can make it all work
Subtly is key. Brain Blake loads it on smooth. Trip-hop. Glitch-hop. Train bells. White Noise. A wide-eyed siren wooing us away to the concrete.
Blue jeans, White shirt
Walked into the room you know you made my eyes burn
It was like, james dean, for sure
You so fresh to death & sick as ca-cancer
The sound on Club Clique’s take on “Blue Jeans” is Nu Disco. Breakbeats & Sex Appeal. Vintage cool.
I told you that no matter what you did i’d be by your side
Cause im a ride or die
Whether you fail or fly
Well shit at least you tried
If she’s in love with anything it’s his Synth. The Internet’s take on “Blue Jeans” is a skittering sonic kaleidoscope that’d make The Neptunes blush.
We were dancin all night
Then they took you away-stole you out of my life
You just need to remember….
Club kids and Strobe lights. The haunting sound on Nikkon’s take of “Blues Jeans” sounds as if Nancy Sinatra were a club queen. Dance he commands. And she moves with the beat.
But he headed out on sunday, said he’d come home monday
I stayed up waitin, anticipatin and pacin but he was
Oh Baby. We saved the bassiest for last. PatrickHeza’s DubStep remix of “Blue Jeans” is intense.