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Welcome to Junk-gaze.

Welcome to Junk-gaze.

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For an all too brief moment in time one Elon Etzioni and two brothers Morrison met halfway and produced some truly scuzzy tunes.  Some of the most discordant, sideways free-garage skronk vomit to ever bubble forth from the kitschy sterility of Los Angeles, in fact. As that that burns brightest only burns half as long, Elon has moved onto his solo Mr. E project while the brothers Morrison continue to play together in Precious, following a stint as Real Noriegas. Stellar projects one and all, though I pity those who’ve never had a chance to experience The Amazements in all their live glory… Primal, thudding anti-rhythm underscoring an intelligent application of searingly out-of-place guitar notes, with Elon’s fractured frontman intensity wrapping it all in an untidy, gleefully atonal bow.


Album: Men Willing to Sacrifice to Bring You the Truth
Download this track here:
 http://www.mediafire.com/?yw6e1dpa1o3gulb

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Peruvian Politics As Usual

Fujimorism did a lot of good at the time, all but eliminating the threat of terrorism/communist insurgence, but ultimately what it also succeeded in doing was driving the far-left further underground while throwing many innocent people in jail- something that has not gone unrecognized by many Peruvians, regardless of idealogy. Thus, having Fujimori’s daughter on the ticket pretty much ensured a lot of votes for both centrist candidates and far more for Humala, as less-informed voters will always go for a “name” candidate over a centrist. If the conservative candidate had been someone less polarizing, Humala would likely have never stood a chance. As it stands, only time will tell if Peru will go the way of Venezuela or if Humala will be as ineffectual as most presidents.

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My latest creation, a traipse into a past both longed for and long gone. Memories of Peru and LA as I once knew her commingle with fragments of dreams, both sleeping and waking, to create a space entirely autonomous from experience, somewhere I’ll never visit physically but which is always there when the present doesn’t offer it’s own set of distractions.

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When I ‘composed’ this particular track, I was envisioning a situation where an online pen pal was making me frustrated to the point that I wanted to jump off of a tall building, but then half way through, I realized I can just unplug my computer. The sounds contained in this track run the emotional gamut from the feelings of the hopelessness and despair of dealing with this impossible person to the liberating feeling of dangling from the window ledge to the sigh of release when I walked away from my machine.

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Part II (Portrait of a Non Artist)

I understand people like her. They-ve grown up with this notion of the artist as enigma, the artist as being summoned to action by a divine calling, the artist as celebrity. When they initially become part of an artistic scene, they look at the artists, writers and musicians the scene is composed of and don’t see people expressing themselves using their talents. They simply see the accolades, the attention, the (in her sad mind) position of "power" these people are capable of garnering, and for this, want to forsake the duties of stamping hands at a venue for feeling a similar degree of…what? Truly belonging to a scene beyond the capacity of helping out? To be recognized? There is much to be said for those who help out in a scene in the less creative aspects- venue owners, curators, and volunteers are all instrumental in facilitating a scene, and should be recognized for their contributions. But simply contributing does not an artist or musician make. She can come up with a snappy banner under which to promote the shows you book or the zines you publish, but shouldn’t feel entitled to the same kind of attention as a musician or an artist. 

Lawrence Ferlinghetti (perhaps not the best example as he did produce some quality poetry of his own) is widely regarded for what his City Lights Books did in furthering the Beat Generation and the writings of authors like Henry Miller, but is very rarely mentioned in the same breath as these people in terms of the scope or influence of his work. A great man, deserving of esteem, but not deserving of the entitled attitude of the stereotypical artist. To clarify- an artist or musician need not be temperamental or expect that others bow before them, but this attitude DOES exist, and can sometimes be forgiven (and more often than not is just expected) IF they make art or music powerful enough for a shitty attitude to be overlooked. But to not produce any art or music of your own and to cop that kind of attitude? That is beneath contempt, and completely without precedent. Only in a day and age where “re-blogging” a Tumblr entry is considered creative and more and more kids are more likely to know how to play “Stairway to Heaven” on Guitar Hero than on an actual guitar can we expect to see morons of this ilk.. We live in an age of shortcuts. Certain people want to be able to act like stuck up cunts and cruise from couch to couch without ever actually finding a job simply on account of being a “creative type” versus someone who actually creates. Affecting the pose of a “starving artist” while only promoting OTHERS’ art, and not even out of a genuine love for it, but to further herself! Having a residency at some godforsaken hole in the wall restaurant where she will have shows a few hours before a nearby venue that has actual draw, hoping to lure in the few folk who arrive too early with a poorly selected roster of bands you’ll book sound unheard just to fill up space? And then walking around as if her shit doesn’t stink, expecting the world from others because of it? Sounds like Lots of CRAP if you ask me. 

In an ideal world, everyone, talented artist and no-talent hanger on alike, would be humble. Or at the very least, the talented artist might FEEL superior, but keep it to him or herself. But for some inconsiderate, shit-talking, territorial BITCH to feel superior to ANYONE (and accordingly, be rude and STEAL from supposed "friends") for simply slapping her name atop something either someone else has written in a poorly laid out zine or scrawling it atop a show obnoxiously promoted via Facebook and text message attended by two ex-band members and a mom with a camcorder is a FUCKING JOKE and a symptom of so much of what is disillusioning in a certain current DIY music/art scene that is currently tapering off into a retarded cult of personality with ever diminishing returns…

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Part I (Lots of Crappy, Static Action)

How is it that someone with absolutely zero artistic talent can become a known (if not integral) part of a DIY scene? Someone who, for example, compiles a zine with zero content of their own, or directs a music video that is simply a camera placed before a random hipster after a toke of weed? Whose sole claim to fame is working the door at a venue, and then parlaying that into promoting shows of others’ music or others’ artwork? Furthermore, why does this tenuous position of control manage to inflate some people’s heads into thinking they can have the entitled attitude of someone who makes an ACTUAL contribution to the scene? (Which isn’t to say that even those who DO contribute artistically should put on any sort of airs). 

Worse still is when this entitlement gives way to acting like a spoiled fifteen year old making up for years of high school unpopularity, self-appointing themselves the role of sneering, judgmental “cool kid” simply by dint of a volunteer position ANYONE is privy to, but perhaps doesn’t have all the time in the world for? Perhaps those of us who contribute our music or artwork actually need time to, you know, create music and artwork? And we, probably more than you, are the reason for a DIY venue in the first place. This isn’t to say that contributing one’s time isn’t a noble calling, but it seems that some people aren’t content to simply do their part and help out and be recognized for doing that, they want to be recognized as…what? Movers and shakers? Scenesters? “Artists”? Give me a fucking break. This is entirely symptomatic of a day and age where Tumblrs full of others artwork are praised as if spending all day on the computer in mom’s basement is a noteworthy endeavor and “artists” receive scholarships based on their half-assed tape cover collages. Just like going to art school doesn’t make one an artist, stamping hands at a prominent DIY venue doesn’t make one anything other than a stamper of hands, and certainly doesn’t entitle one to act like a total bitch.

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