VIVIAN GIRLS

       


Vivian Girls are an American band from Brooklyn  formed in 2007. The members are: Cassie Ramone (guitar/vocals) , Kickball Katy Goodman (bass/drums/vocals), Ali Koehler (drummer).
The sound is an incredible mix of  noise-pop, punk rock and  post grunge. Simple and gutsy music with a lot of class and melody.


The albums are: 


Vivian girls (2008)
Everything Goes Wrong (2009)
Share the Joy (2011)



the cds have arrived. The first impression is: there aren't differences between the three albums, always the same sound.   I knew that 'vivian girls' were  a lo-fi band but   i'd expected more sound's quality because sometime i had the idea there was too much noise caused by the guitar.


Afterall I like their songs and i like lo-fi of course







CLICK HERE TO WATCH THE VIDEOS

LISSIE

Her birth name is Elisabeth Maurus, but she's known as Lissie. She is an american folck-rock artist borned in 1982. 






Lissie's first album is  Catching a Tiger released in june 2010.  She has a great voice. She's very cute and stilysh. What else? You have to listen the album, she will steal your heart.












CLICK HERE TO LISTEN A FEW SONGS

THE PLASTISCINES

The Plastiscines are an all female Franch indie-rock/pop-punk band formed in 2006 (?).
They released two albums: LP1 (2007) and About Love (2009).

CLICK HERE TO WATCH  THE VIDEOS

CHRIS BURDEN

Chris Burden was born in Boston, Massachusetts in 1946. Soon thereafter, his family moved to California. He obtained a B.F.A at Pomona College, Claremont, California and later a M.F.A at the University of California in 1971. The early seventies, the period when Chris Burden produced his first mature works, was characterized by the idea that the truly important, viable art of the future would not be with objects, things that you could simply sell and hang on your wall. Art, instead, would address political, social, environmental and technological change. Earth, performance, body, video, computer, narrative and conceptual art became the new mediums. Burden, with his shockingly simple, unforgettable, "here and now" performances shook the conventional art world and took this new art form to its extreme.

The images of Burden that continue to resonate in public mind is of a young man who had himself shot (Shoot, 1971 At 7:45 p.m. I was shot in the left arm by a friend. The bullet was a copper jacket 22 long rifle. My friend was standing about fifteen feet away from me.) electrocuted, (Doorway to Heaven, 1973), impaled, cut (Back to You, 1974;Through the Night, 1973) , drowned (Velvet Water, 1974), kidnapped, locked up ( Five Day Locker Piece, 1971)…Over the past thirty years Burden has produced a multitude of assemblages, installations, kinetic and static sculptures and scientific models.

Chris Burden works and lives in California and has been represented by Gagosian Gallery since 1991. He has had major retrospectives at the Newport Harbor Art Museum, Newport Beach, California (1988) and MAK-Austrian Museum of Applied Arts, Vienna (1996). In 1999 Burden exhibited at the 48th Venice Biennale and the Tate Gallery in London. And for the summer of 2008 a 65 foot tall skyscraper made of Erecter set parts, titled What My Dad Gave Me, stood in front of Rockefeller Center, New York City.
From gagosian.com

IS THIS ART?
BURDEN'S SHOT, 1970.    CLICK TO WATCH THE VIDEO: Chris Burden "Shoot"


Are you ready?



The consequences:

CHRIS BURDEN CRUCIFIED ON BEETLE, 1974

PINK FLOYD - GREEN IS THE COLOUR (WITH TAB)

G  C  G  C  G  Bm  C  Em   D


     G                        C
     Heavy hung the canopy of blue
     G                        C
     Shade my eyes and I can see you
     G               Bm       C                Em           D
     White is the light that shines through the dress that you wore

     G                        C
     She lay in the shadow of the wave
     G                        C
     Hazy were the visions of her playing
     G               Bm       C                 Em          D
     Sunshine on her eyes but moonshine made her blind every time

     G                        C
     Green is the colour of her kind
     G                        C
     Quickness of the eye deceives the mind
     G           Bm               C               Em     D
     Many is the bond between the hopeful and the dying

     G  C  G  C  G  C  D   ( repeat until end )

BLANK DOGS - UNDER AND UNDER

Blank Dogs is the brainchild of one prolific, mysterious Brooklynite named Mike Sniper. Under and under released in 2009 is the second album for the band.

There is no best track here, the tracks are very similar but personally i like these album because they have demonstrated how to make music with cheap and old  instrument for an original low-fi,fuzzy and trashy sound.


Probably not all will appreciate this album

 

Amy Winehouse Has Died

Sky News has confirmed that Amy Winehouse was found dead inside of her home in London. I'm going to need more receipts before I do the slow wall fall while silently screaming out, "Wi-noooooooooooo."

It looks like I got those sad receipts. The police issued a statement to theBBC saying that a 27-year-old woman was found dead in Amy Winehouse's house at a little after 4pm today.

"Police were called by London Ambulance Service to an address in Camden Square NW1 shortly before 16.05hrs today, Saturday 23 July, following reports of a woman found deceased.

On arrival officers found the body of a 27-year-old female who was pronounced dead at the scene.

Inquiries continue into the circumstances of the death. At this early stage it is being treated as unexplained."

Unconfirmed reports say that Amy died of an alcohol and drug overdose.

A lot of people are saying that we all saw this coming, but I really didn't. Maybe I'm naive as all fuck. But I thought Amy Winehouse would outlive us all and make a million more albums and throw spit bombs at a million more bitchy fans. You know, like Keef Richards or Courtney Love. I really don't know what to say. I'm sure Amy's sitting around the 27 Club table with Kurt Cobain, Janis Joplin, Brian Jones, Jimi Hendrix and Jim Morrison right now.

Rest in peace, Amy. Your voice spoke to my broken heart, nobody could wore a busted mound of black polyester hair like you and ballet slippers will never be the same again.

from: http://www.dlisted.com/2011/07/23/amy-winehouse-has-died

PETE DOHERTY - (I DUNNO THE TITLE)

"squintin the word snipped like sight by sunlight
through smoke and a deep blue screen flecked in christ
knows what blood and remnants of - oh - sirens all
the time . did you hear any just as you read that? how peculiar

do I look like an untrustworthy person? indecipherable letters
from pirate brothers and Austrian and Finnish girls. I know they trust me
because they write about songs, and deep held beleifs of old
held dear in true hearts. cut me up in charicature
and slap me down and bang me up but you can't bleed bones dry
of infinite melody dizzy with fame and misfortune, ruinin lives habitually.

the doctor looked at me and said 'you're goin to become an alcoholic'
my frame is slight but warped with fury and some devilish resistance.
vodka rivers followin a car north at a rate of knots, spewing out a window.
I think not doctor. Its to be abstinance or a return to the palace of bone.

i sit awhile with a forbidden government author
heart biro'd round so many times it seeps through the pages
enveloped in sadness and hides too the longing to be free. at least,
to decide. If I should cry in a sweat box taken from the magistrates to some cell think this only - that if I'd kept my nerve
and my legal aid pulls it off, the I wanted to thank god

and anyone who never trusted me because I mostly tell the truth.
even when I lie"

PETE DOHERTY - CLEAR AS THEY CAN MAKE OUT

CLEAR AS THEY CAN MAKE OUT

Can't tell who breaks light in 2
threads marble through
leaks in table give

There are no clues
except for a pair of old shoes
a morning full of blues
a brand new bruise

Some time before right now
i like getting up in the morning
and watching the sun going down
i like getting up in the morning
on the eening you know?
Dream splinter like a cosmic book catastrophes
colours like windows planks and
Limbs
Shattered
Nearly all
Sits about a cloud of dust

PETE DOHERTY - AN EXTRACT FROM PRISON DIARY

January 29

I see paint-cracked walls stained with shite
Long long lock-up days
Cold lonely nights
And I think to myself ... what a wonderful world
I see men touching fists
Saying "watcha bruv"
Screams from below
Shit parcels from above
And I think to myself ...
I see my true love
On a Rimmel advert