Monday, September 15, 2008

Biting Animals!

I made one of my regular visits to the Cal State Long Beach student galleries last night. I've seen some great shows there, by friends and colleagues alike. This last edition of GLAMFA (which just closed) was certainly one of them.

The show I saw last night is the first one I've blogged.

It was Torii Cooper's thesis show, "Biting Animals."

It's possible I was so blown away because I was so unprepared. I knew it was going to be some form of figurative sculpture, and I'm on record as having a hard time appreciating visual representation, and objects.

That might have something to do with my reaction, but I'm inclined to say that the show is just that good. I keep using the word "affect" to try to describe to people what I liked about it. Far too much visual, gallery oriented art recedes from the viewer, with great passivity. It's all so ... cool. So clever. So dry. So matter of fact.

Torii's show is clever, but it's also visceral. As in viscera. And it's also playful, which beats clever almost any day. Add in good chunks of "unsettling" and "subversive," and you've got a great show.

It's ironic to me that I just gave a lecture on what fate has given me to discourse on -- fake woodgrain and faux nature -- and fate drops another chunk of faux nature right into my lap. Torii's definitely channeling the zeitgeist of ambivalent feelings about nature and "the natural," but adding much more nuance and many more layers than I usually see. I mean, a life size replica of a woman lying there with a hood over her head, with a piece of rope tied around her ankles, snaking over to a big pile of rope, which then snakes over to a similarly prone deer sculpture...? And that's just one of many elements in the installation.

I know, I know, I need to get out of the way and let the images speak for themselves. Of course, you need to see the show for full, uh, effect. It's up through this Thursday.






"Biting," indeed.

Thursday, April 10, 2008

Crying Media, again

What are you eating? Why are you crying?



Why are you crying while eating?

Friday, March 21, 2008

“Trashing” the Top Ten, part 1

Apparently I’m an iconoclast.

I remember a couple years ago I was a member of this Miles Davis online discussion group. When I first moved to San Francisco, I used to go up to the used record stores in the upper Haight and get his stuff on vinyl. Some of it hadn’t even been released on CD yet. Now I have a ton of his stuff on CD and mp3.

So obviously I was coming to this online forum as a fan. I would be hard pressed to argue that Miles Davis deserves anything other than the sobriquet of “one of the greatest artists of the 20th century.” He’s certainly one of the Top Ten Musical Artists, right?



But one day, I was wondering about such a distinction, like about what is left out of the discourse when we raise someone up to such superhuman status, and why.

Like plagiarism. Yes, Miles Davis, one of the Top Ten Musical Artists of the 20th century, took credit for a lot of compositions and arrangements his colleagues came up with. Take Filles de Kilimanjaro. That record stands out for me as a particularly exceptional offering by Miles and his “second great quintet,” but nowhere in the liner notes is it said, what many insiders have reported, that Gil Evans arranged many of the compositions on the record. In fact, this was the first record that Miles reportedly insisted be emblazoned with the legend “Directions in Music by Miles Davis.”

If that sounds unsavory, how about the way Miles plagiarized parts of his autobiography? How do you plagiarize your own autobiography? By copying passages from a scholarly book that was published about you a few years previously. I have both books, people. It’s true.

The other issue I raised in the Miles forum, the thing that seemed most upsetting to people -- oh, I didn’t mention that my post to the Miles online forum upset people? I’m coming to that. The other issue I raised was Miles’s physical and psychological abuse of his wives and girlfriends. This is no secret, either, but once again it’s pushed aside by biographers as an apparently minor character flaw. Then there is how these biographers render most of these women as mere footnotes to Miles’s illustrious career, especially his first wife. She had three kids with him, moved to New York with him in the early days, and he just pushed her aside, and got custody of the kids. Nothing I have ever read fleshes out her story any more than that. Switching musical genres here, it strikes me that the Miles Davis story, as it has been recounted, cries out for the Gang of Four’s funky admonishment to history book writers and readers – “It’s Not Made By Great Men.”

I thought this all pretty uncontroversial, when I posted such thoughts to that Miles online forum. I just wanted to question this process, by which a man who beat his wives can come to be considered so great – a man who wasn’t even responsible for a not insignificant portion of his music, or at least not as wholly responsible as is commonly thought. Maybe, I wondered, it comes about, at least in part, by the kind of shrewdly calculating maneuvering by which Miles in the mid 50’s got himself signed to Columbia Records, a label so mainstream that, had Miles not gotten signed, his name would be far, far less known today.

That the complicity of the audience is undoubtedly also factor in, shall we say, whitewashing such an icon was perfectly illustrated by the response to my post.

This is unimportant, people said. You have to overlook bad things that great men do in life, they said. Everyone has faults, they said. The moderator’s post went something like, Hey, I set up this forum for us to post things about a musician we love, not for people to trash him.

And she deleted the thread I started, and kicked me out of the group.

By that time I was already tired of the preponderance in such forums of “top ten lists.” What are your top ten Miles Davis records? What are your top ten Miles live recordings? What are your top ten episodes of Miles bitch slapping his ho? I don’t see the point. Yeah, Miles Davis is great – so what? You get a much more interesting conversation out of critical analysis.

But my fellow Miles Davis lovers didn’t see it that way. Do anything but lavish rehashed praise and you’re “talking shit,” or “trashing.” Do people need to identify with something to an extent that they can’t tolerate any critical analysis of it? Doesn’t that set you up to be a patsy? God Bless America.

And goddamn, I started out intending to go all iconoclastic on one of my favorite records of all time, surely one of the Top Ten – Revolver by the Beatles. This was just supposed to be the lead-in, and it’s already turned into a long post.

Oh well, next time.

Tuesday, March 11, 2008

“HIV does not cause AIDS”

I'm in a real "talking out of turn" mood today.

Yesterday I made my usual turn into the door of what all the people I know know as The Greatest Café in the World. The people there are really cool, they play great music, the vibe is really down to earth and mellow, like Long Beach in general. Not like San Francisco, a city I've called home, where a lot of people have this big chip on their shoulder, too cool or too righteous or just too ... whatever .. for school. I’m exaggerating of course, but the generalization is pretty apt, that the San Francisco Bay Area is the Place of Righteous Indignation.

Well, I brought a bit of the old SF Bay ‘tude to the LBC today.

When I sat down at a table, a woman approached me and said I’d have to sign a release form or move to one of the two rear quadrants (and me in a front quadrant mood). She told me that they had reserved the place to shoot images for an ad campaign.

“What’s the ad campaign for,” I asked.
“It’s for a pharmaceutical company,” came the polite, hurried reply from the woman.
“What’s the drug?”
“It helps people live healthier, fuller lives.”

Right. Look, you can hang out The Greatest Café in the World like any normal person! By being hooked on our drug, you can be hooked on another drug just like the rest of Starbucks Nation! We make money, the café makes money, you get to feel like you, you know, fit in -- everybody’s happy! Just check out this video!




“Seriously, what’s the drug?”
“Okay, I’ll tell you. It’s an HIV AIDS drug ...”

I can’t tell you what else she said. Well, actually, I can’t say that, because as I was writing this, she came back to where I ended up retreating (any quadrant at The Greatest Café in the World is pretty good) and very nicely apologized for hurrying me out of the front area. Seriously, she was very nice, and she told me how she herself had been moved, earlier in the day, by the story of a young woman who had gotten HIV when she was a teenager, and how the other AIDS drugs had made her sick.

But see, that’s what I’m talking about! And so I told her again (in a way that was more shall I say relaxed than our first encounter) that the main priority of pharmaceutical companies is not to help people, but to make money, and that therefore it’s in their best interest that people stay sick, and believe that the products the companies offer are the only way to get (sort of) well. Well, the reality just might be that Pharm drugs harm more than they do good. The reality just might be that people can be healthy by healing with whole foods and alternative medicine, like centuries old Traditional Chinese Medicine.

The reality just might be that HIV does not cause AIDS in the first place.

I remember first reading about that decidedly alternative reality, back in the 90’s, in Spin Magazine of all places. “Oh, some music rag? Well, if the information doesn’t come from corporate owned Time Magazine, or that newspaper where they print All The News That’s Fit For Our Advertisers, then I don’t believe it ...”

The column in Spin -- which had not yet been sold to big corporate media -- was called “Words From the Front.” That’s where I first read about how there were cases where people without a trace of HIV nevertheless were diagnosed with this “AIDS” (not a disease itself, but a Syndrome by which people’s immune system supposedly breaks down and they get chronically sick from any number of previously identified diseases). That, in any case, HIV is in a class of viruses called “retroviruses," which are considered harmless. And that reputable doctors and scientists had been blacklisted for promoting the view that therefore HIV doesn’t cause AIDS at all.

Then early in this decade I came into contact with the San Francisco chapter of ACT UP. Back when people still posted fliers, they were putting some up in my neighborhood with the slogan “Don’t buy the HIV lie.” When I went by their table at some event, they politely offered me lots of literature, including this book by Christine Maggiore.

The rest of the HIV ≠ AIDS theory is that in the early 80’s, gay men became sick because of recreational drug use, a form of self-medication brought on by the persecution of homosexuals. The medical establishment repurposed some inconclusive research to find a viral cause of cancer, the Pharm Industry came up with some really toxic drugs, and voila! More people got sick from those licit drugs, while all manner of people who continued to live an unhealthy life (such as so many people in Africa are forced to do) continued to get sick, and so got prescribed more toxic drugs. HIV Negative Cycle.

Most people to whom I have repeated this theory have said, essentially, that I am crazy. To these people I respond by saying:

-- In the course of my own activism, I have seen firsthand how the government agencies that regulate private industries are in a very incestuous relationship with those industries they are meant to regulate. People migrate from government to private industry and vice versa all the time. Our own (vice) president is a perfect example. 

-- Science is a faith-based religion. Oh, people love this assertion too. They tell me, “We know that HIV causes AIDS, we can prove it.” Who is this “we”? These people, taking comfort in belonging to a group and embracing the reigning ideology of that group, do no more than take on faith what the priests in white coats say. Which is no different to how things functioned in the so-called Dark Ages -- priests and clerics were thought to be more knowledgeable than the average, normal person, and they had the verifiable, demonstrative proof of how disease was caused by demonic possession, or whatever. Once upon a time, people had verifiable proof that the earth was flat. Then people proved that it is round. What truth will become false tomorrow?

Every society has its knowledge/power base; every society has truths it holds to be self-evident. Reason and logic and SCIENCE! are just cultural constructs, like movies or faux nature art or youtube videos. And I have to pull out Foucault here (he’s not Time Magazine, but still pretty respectable). Per Michel, “truth” (the non-belief in which causes people to be expelled from the group with some label like “crazy”) is what makes us subject to power -- “subject” in the sense of (i) something over which something else has mastery, and (ii) an individuated agent, a formed identity. It’s a word that “coincidentally” means both things.

I am (the) subject of/to this sentence. I am subject to the truth that the “HIV virus” causes AIDS because if it’s not true, then so much comforting “reality” comes tumbling down, and I become “crazy” to boot. I am subject to that truth because I have some investment, monetary or otherwise, in the Medical/Pharmaceutical Establishment. I am subject to that truth because I am subject to the truth that sex is sinful, or dirty, or “bad.” I am subject to that truth because considering an alternative feels tantamount to saying that friends and lovers and people I identify with have died in vain or, worse, caused their own demise.

In other words, I don’t think of the HIV ≠ AIDS theory as a conspiracy theory, like the conspiracy theory that bad brown people are out to get us, or that microscopic creatures are out to get us. I think, to dispense with the Foucauldian rhetoric, that people believe what they need to believe. The people in the Pharm Industry believe they are helping people. They just “coincidentally” make tons of money doing so. Kind of like how Halliburton has made tons of money out of a war one of its “former” chief officers pushed for. After all, “we” are bringing “democracy” to “them.”

So is it my belief (that perhaps I need, chip on my shoulder, to harbor) that HIV does not cause AIDS?

Well, let me put it this way -- what if it is true?

Tuesday, March 04, 2008

Tuesday, February 26, 2008

Sunday, February 24, 2008

Obama!

I just love his platform -- so dreamy, so well articulated ... he just wants to, like, change everything ... he's different from all the rest, I just know it ...




















Not like that icky Hillary.


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