Running on Sexy
Sébastien Tellier recently toured the States, bringing a spacious European balance to “sex music” from this side of the pond, such as the brilliant, raunchy new Peaches album, I Feel…
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Ari Messer
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Rumpus contributing editor Ari Messer was a frequent contributor to the San Francisco Bay Guardian from 2006-2010.
Here is his web life.
Swedish Vibrations
“I got the idea to exchange each word in a poem I’d written with an emotionally equivalent sound. When I had exchanged all the words, I had made an electronic…
What You Think is Sad: Gabriele Basilico and San Francisco Noir
She always knew it would come to this. A screaming horde of bucknaked smutcrazed rapists banging on her glass ticket kiosk. She crossed herself and with a single prayer commended…
Big Books, Little Books
Kindle, iPhone, Stanza, “media pads,” whatever. Sick of news about things you can’t afford that do things you don’t need done? Head to the Donna Seager Gallery and put your…
Donald Richie
Tonight in Berkeley, Donald Richie comes all the way from Tokyo to talk about his life in Japanese film and the arts in general. He’ll be chatting onstage with Telluride…
Imagine Finding Me in London
There are a number of reasons I wish I were in London today. Most of them are aesthetic. Take photographer Chino Otsuka’s Imagine Finding Me series, where the Tokyo-born, London-based…
Ari Messer: The Last Book I Loved, The Changing Light at Sandover
I hate agreeing with Harold Bloom. But what can I say? I fall easily and oddly and often (if sceptically) into Bloom’s spells of (particular) historical illumination and (annoying) lucidity.
In the Art Rags
Despite–or maybe to spite–bitter winds, spring is in the air. The art world and its rags are responding in kind. In Oslo, rabbits are about to do funny things with…
Cast Your Pod
Pandora too much work for your lazy ass? There’s a new indie-throbbing Music That Matters podcast over at KEXP (via Morr Music). Stellar rock photographer (and folky musician) Henry Diltz…
I Want More Jesus: Noise Pop from Here to America
Too much revelation at your indie fest? Too much Jesus? Shut up, naysayer. I want more.
In the Art Rags
The new issue of Bidoun has glitter on both covers, smells like a pack of baseball cards, and includes a stellar essay by Negar Azimi, “I Often Dream of Slavs.”…