08 July 2005

Je n’ai accompli rien cette semaine

K-Os played at the Conference Centre last night. Kristen and I saw him at the Starlite Room earlier this year. I love K-Os, and that says a lot about a former Mormon cum spiritualist seeker. If there are any American readers out there, try to find some of his shit. You'll thank me. America will thank me. And George Dubya will thank me. At least go to the website and watch/listen to some of the videos. Though, if you don't think a Canadian philosopher b-boy is your cup of tea, then never mind.

In this vein, Warped Tour is in Calgary next week. I haven't gone to Warped Tour in years, but this year's lineup includes: Billy Talent, Alexisonfire, Transplants, Dropkick Murphys, Avenged Sevenfold, Atreyu, and a bunch of other hardcore hipsters I've never heard of. Well, the ones I listed I know and quite enjoy and they'd be the reason for me going. But I'm not. But I'd like to see Transplants, Avenged Sevenfold, and Atreyu live. When I'm rich, I'll just pay them to play while I shower and make dinner.

On Sonic this morning, Garner was blabbing about System of a Down playing here, too, with The Mars Volta as an opener. That's not till 20 September, but Tara's stoked to get her ticket. They're playing at Rexall Place, which I find peculiar. Can System of a Down really pack a coliseum? Mmm… I can stream Sonic's radio feed at work. Garner was also lending people money at the radio station this morning cuz it's between paycheques right now. He was actually giving money to stopping by and charging them a dollar upon repayment.

On a more sentimental note, David Usher is playing 17 July at Union Hall. Sarah (my ex) and I used to fall asleep to David Usher when we were together. I sorta miss both of them. (I haven't listened to Little Songs in a long while, and Sarah now lives in the Netherlands. Though, she's moving to Curaçao next week, I think.)

And as the obvious theme of the week has been fucking the dog, seeing as how I've been spending more time reading occult blogs than anything else, my attack plan for the day is waiting for Paula here so we can go to lunch. Love her to death, but she's not very photogenic. Hot irl though. Regardless, she's officially one of the coolest people I've met recently: reads a lot, is into similar DJs and music, has great fashion sense, great fuck-me shoes, and just does her thing with her own standards and confidence. And she actually lent me a book I wanted to read, Good Omens. Now that's hawt.

Plus, she just got a fresh, new tattoo of Shepard Fairey's OBEY GIANT star on her lower back. Although the Obey line is getting fairly popular over the past years, I have to hand it to Fairey for really accomplishing something I find hugely inspiring. He delves into his thoughts in his brief manifesto, in which he explores, to my pleasant surprise, phenomenology:—

The OBEY sticker campaign can be explained as an experiment in Phenomenology. Heidegger describes Phenomenology as "the process of letting things manifest themselves." Phenomenology attempts to enable people to see clearly something that is right before their eyes but obscured; things that are so taken for granted that they are muted by abstract observation.

The FIRST AIM OF PHENOMENOLOGY is to reawaken a sense of wonder about one's environment. The OBEY sticker attempts to stimulate curiosity and bring people to question both the sticker and their relationship with their surroundings. Because people are not used to seeing advertisements or propaganda for which the product or motive is not obvious, frequent and novel encounters with the sticker provoke thought and possible frustration, nevertheless revitalizing the viewer's perception and attention to detail. The sticker has no meaning but exists only to cause people to react, to contemplate and search for meaning in the sticker. Because OBEY has no actual meaning, the various reactions and interpretations of those who view it reflect their personality and the nature of their sensibilities.

Many people who are familiar with the sticker find the image itself amusing, recognizing it as nonsensical, and are able to derive straightforward visual pleasure without burdening themselves with an explanation. The PARANOID OR CONSERVATIVE VIEWER however may be confused by the sticker's persistent presence and condemn it as an underground cult with subversive intentions. Many stickers have been peeled down by people who were annoyed by them, considering them an eye sore and an act of petty vandalism, which is ironic considering the number of commercial graphic images everyone in American society is assaulted with daily.

Another phenomenon the sticker has brought to light is the trendy and CONSPICUOUSLY CONSUMPTIVE nature of many members of society. For those who have been surrounded by the sticker, its familiarity and cultural resonance is comforting and owning a sticker provides a souvenir or keepsake, a memento. People have often demanded the sticker merely because they have seen it everywhere and possessing a sticker provides a sense of belonging. The Giant sticker seems mostly to be embraced by those who are (or at least want to seem to be) rebellious. Even though these people may not know the meaning of the sticker, they enjoy its slightly disruptive underground quality and wish to contribute to the furthering of its humorous and absurd presence which seems to somehow be antiestablishment/societal convention. Giant stickers are both embraced and rejected, the reason behind which, upon examination reflects the psyche of the viewer. Whether the reaction be positive or negative, the stickers existence is worthy as long as it causes people to consider the details and meanings of their surroundings. In the name of fun and observation.

Shepard Fairey, 1990

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