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dj kali & mr. dna @ the caustic lounge 02.05.12

a big thank you to everyone who came out to our post-mayday brouhaha last night. it did seem that we the dj's were in a particularly feisty, surly mood with mr. dna's turn for the noisy and my surprisingly goth-like opening, but i assure you, we were as happy as clams. who are apparently extremely happy. here's what you heard, if you were there and what you missed if you couldn't make it. 


mr. dna's easy listening for the hard of hearing


patton oswalt :: there will be blood
pigface :: tapeworm
swans :: blackout
butthole surfers :: lady sniff
don caballero :: for respect
the jesus lizard :: the art of self-defense
halo of flies :: headburn
shellac :: wingwalker
unsane :: sick
nomeansno :: 0 + 2 = 1
sweet pea :: sandbox
helmet :: sinatra
hammerhead :: double negative
calvin krime :: my flaming arrow
king buzzo :: isabella
torche :: olympus mons / tarpit carnivore
bikini kill :: rebel girl
cherubs :: carjack fairy
pain teens :: cool your power
killdozer :: pour man
girls against boys :: get down
urge overkill :: god flintstone
slint :: good morning, captain



dj kali's melodramatic meanderings


cocteau twins :: strange fruit
vengeful widows :: susan
christian death :: deathwish
minimal man :: you! you!
chelsea wolfe :: mer
bodychoke :: cripple
jfk :: oh men
legendary pink dots :: the death of jack the ripper
der herrkaum uber sie :: love me or leave me
future neighbours :: i fall to pieces
htrk :: rent boy
l.a. vampires :: berlin baby
john cale :: she never took no for an answer
geins't naït :: ministre
muslimgauze :: hamas cinema gaza strip
desire :: don't call
trust :: bulbform
solvent :: take me home
the residents :: hello skinny
devo :: shrivel up
novy svet & foresta di ferro :: sogni di piombo
death in june :: all alone in her nirvana
novy svet :: en possession de te

Comments

Aaron Fenwick said…
It sucks I never make it to the great white north for these things :P Great Photo of you guys btw!

as long as you're here, why not read more?

long suffering

i've been meaning to write this post for a while, but, every time i get started, something happens that makes me rethink portions of it, to add or subtract or consider a different way of looking at things. the post was originally going to be my take on a #metoo statement, but i ended up making that post on my personal facebook page. [it's not that i don't love you all, but there are a few things i'm not comfortable putting in the entirely public sphere.] but beyond joining the #metoo juggernaut, i wanted to write something about the wave of sexual assault revelations that continues to swell over the north american media landscape that wasn't about me. then i realised that that was a little more complicated than just writing "so, lotta sex rapes happenin' these days, ain't there?" or whatever it was that i was going to say.

so i tried writing something about just a part of it: the media coverage or the entertainment industry or the politicians or …

jihadvertising?

i keep seeing this ad for tictac candies:



am i the only one who finds the suicide bomber clown at the end a little unnerving? all the nice natural things like the bunny and the [extinct] woolly mammoth and the fruit get devoured by a trying-to-appear-nonthreatening-but-obviously-psychotic clown who then blows himself up. congratulations, tictac, i think this ad has landed you on about a dozen watch lists.

oh and by the way, showing me that your product will somehow cause my stomach to explode in a rainbow of wtf makes me believe that doing consuming tictacs would be a worse dietary decision than the time i ate two raw eggs and a half a bottle of hot sauce on a dare.

making faces :: a lip for all seasons [summer edition]

this may seem like an odd time to think about summer, but not to think about coolness. it can be hard to wrap your head around the idea that summer is considered "cool" in colour analysis terms and, in my opinion, reads as the coolest of the cool, because everything in it is touched with the same chilly grey. winter may have the coldest colours, but its palette is so vivid that it distracts the eye. everything in summer is fresh and misty, like the morning sky before the sun breaks through. in my original post on the season, i compared it to monet's paintings of waterlilies at his garden in giverny and, if i do say so, i think that's an apt characterisation.

finding lip colours touched with summer grey and blue is, as you might expect, kind of tricky. the cosmetic world seems obsessed with bringing warmth, which doesn't recognise that some complexions don't support it well. [also, different complexions support different kinds of warmth, but that's another…