Thursday, May 31, 2007

is there romance between the nurses and the doctors?

a letter from The Wipers for the Kultur Kommandos

It's got to be up front
Go to be so close to trust
It's got to be up front
Got to be so close to touch

Oh it's such a shame
You no longer feel the pain
I can't stick around
While you try to decide

So why just sit so plain
Your eyes show the strain
I can't stick around
While you try to decide

Against the wall of sound with a gun to your head

the curators

the curators will play only one off shows
this means that each time that the curators appear they will appear as others:
those that are the curators will be different
the first section was composed of members/players/performers who have played with too many bands/groups to list them all here
the next time the curators show it will be with others
the curators are a completely open source dis-organization that function without programmed musical agendas
they do not rehearse
the do not know what they will play, when they play
they do not even know each other until they meet on stage

the first announcement of the curators should be kept in mind : expect nothing

more to follow

Monday, May 28, 2007

part 2

you know this one. but it was fun.

Saturday, May 26, 2007

love my curator

featuring ku on casio, lo-fi on vocals, koke nunu fossa on guitars

Friday, May 25, 2007

THE CURATORS/song #7 : conversation with caul

My name is Harry Caul
Can you hear me?
Don’t be afraid
I know you don’t know who I am
But I know you
There isn’t much to say about myself………I
(Second voice: sick when I was a boy)
I was very sick when I was a boy
I was paralyzed, from my left arm to my left leg
I couldn’t walk for sixth months
One doctor said that I’d probably never walk again
My mother
My mother used to lower me into
Lower me
Into a
Hot bath used as therapy
One time the doorbell rang, she went down to answer
I started sliding down, in the water
I could feel the water
Covering my chin, my nose
An uh…
When I woke up
My body was all greasy from the holy oil she, she put on my body
I remember being disappointed I survived
When I was five
My father introduced me to a friend of his and for no reason I hit him in the stomach with all my strength
He died a year later
(Second voice: He’ll kill you if he gets the chance)
I’m not afraid of death
I am afraid of murder

THE CURATORS/song # 1 : dream 76, mr.bones

Nothin very bad happen to me lately.
How you explain that? —I explain that, Mr Bones,
terms o' your bafflin odd sobriety.
Sober as man can get, no girls, no telephones,
what could happen bad to Mr Bones?
—If life is a handkerchief sandwich,

in a modesty of death I join my father
who dared so long agone leave me.
A bullet on a concrete stoop
close by a smothering southern sea
spreadeagled on an island, by my knee.
—You is from hunger, Mr Bones,

I offers you this handkerchief, now set
your left foot by my right foot,
shoulder to shoulder, all that jazz,
arm in arm, by the beautiful sea,
hum a little, Mr Bones.
—I saw nobody coming, so I went instead.

last night with curators

bombie baumann
koke nunu fossa
babis makridis

Thursday, May 24, 2007

the rumorology

The Curators have just contacted erasertwo stating that THE CURATORS will show the no show at 11 at a cinema, which is the new venue for the VD


this is to say that THE CURATORS have nothing to do with THE ERASERS.
if you come to see THE CURATORS tonight, then you must not expect to see THE ERASERS.
under the no-copyright, no-control framework, THE ERASERS, have been contacted by THE CURATORS and THE CURATORS have stated that there might be similarity in materials

THE CURATORS say: expect nothing

Tuesday, May 22, 2007

perfection in the state of things



Monday, May 14, 2007

the curators

crafted by mr. black, with the sweet advise of mr. decker

The Semiology of Cyndi Lauper

I come home in the morning light
My art dealer says when you gonna live your life right
Oh curator dear were not the fortunate ones
And beuys they want to have fun
Oh beuys just want to have fun

The phone rings in the middle of the night
Dakis Ioannou yells what you gonna do with your life
Oh Daki dear you know youre still number one
But beuys they want to have fun
Oh beuys just want to have--

Thats all they really want
Some fun
When the working day is done
Beuys-- they want to have fun
Oh beuys just want to have fun

for Bwana

Medicine For The Modern Medici Monster



Saturday, May 12, 2007

The Parallax View (2)

The Semanticization of the PTZ


Thursday, May 10, 2007

The Parallax View (1)

unaware that all the while his every action has been observed by Number 2 and a disquieting bald-headed Supervisor on a giant screen in an impressive Control Room whose walls are covered with huge maps of the world, terrestrial and celestial. A small army of cameramen work in shifts to keep the Village and its surroundings including the inside of the houses under constant surveillance.

Monday, May 07, 2007

SOCIAL SECURITY(image_automaton #3)

produced for predators
order now

Έλυτρα επιθυμούν εκούσιες εννοιολογικές ενστάσεις. Εκστάσεις εκτίουν εμμηνόπαυση και οι Ερινύες πάντα δίπλα μας. Τις ακούμε όλοι και όχι φυσικά μόνο οι Maabam στην Αφρική που τα αυτιά τους συλλαμβάνουν ακόμα και ψιθύρους σε απόσταση 40 μέτρων.
Το Ε διαθέτει όλη την μεγαλοπρέπεια των διασταυρώσεων, κλασαυχενίζεται ότι το να αυτοχαστουκίζεται κάποιος είναι πάντοτε πιο ανώδυνο από το να τρώει χαστούκια από κάποιον άλλο. Και οργανικά και ψυχοσωματικά τα χαστούκια απ’ τους άλλους είναι πάντοτε πιο δυνατά. Έπαρση και έξαρση (όπως αυτές στο παιχνίδι του Arijan Komazec) διαφέρουν μόνο κατά ένα γράμμα. Γειτνιάζουν σε μια ανήλικη νήσο του Πάσχα, όπου όλοι οι ήχοι κυμαίνονται από 750 μέχρι 3000 Hz και είναι αποκλειστικά υπεύθυνοι για αυτά που συμβαίνουν στην καρδιά, στους πνεύμονες και στα συναισθήματά μας. Εκστατικά εγκλωβίζονται εχέμυθες ελεμύνθες και έρπουν εκκωφαντικά χωρίς φυσικά να τους δίνει κανείς σημασία…Ε, βέβαια, πού να τους δώσει; Ο θόρυβος των πόλεων είναι το καλύτερο καταφύγιο, το πιο δυνατό ηχοαναλγητικό που “πείθει” ότι κάτι συμβαίνει. Γι΄αυτό μαρέσουν τα νεκροταφεία…βάζουν τέλος στις λεπτομέρειες…
Το 2050 ένα (1) εκατομμύριο είδη ζώων και φυτών θα έχουν εξαφανιστεί και το 11-17% της χλωρίδας θα μας (σας, δεν ξέρω ακόμα, έχει πολύ δουλειά τελευταία ο κύριος) έχει χαιρετήσει… Θα αγοράσει τελικά ρε γαμώτο η Barclays την ABN-AMRO; Έχω μια αγωνία…
Στο νησί του Πάσχα στα δύο Ε κάνει παρέα μερικές φορές και ένα άλλο: Έρωτας. Συνομωσιολογική στιβαρότητα της γραμματικής (ε+ρ) η οποία συγκρινόμενη με γεωγραφικά μεγέθη μοιάζει μόνο με την χερσόνησο Kamchatka. Χωράει η Kamchatka στο νησί του Πάσχα;
Ο Ελβετός Hans Jenny με το έργο του Cynatics έδειξε πώς ένα πολύπλοκο γεωμετρικό σχήμα μπορεί να μετασχηματιστεί από τον ήχο. Αυτός ίσως να μπορούσε να βοηθήσει, αλλά… αλλά…
Να ακούς πάντοτε μουσική με τον Δώριο και ποτέ με τον Φρύγιο τρόπο, να προσπαθείς να “μικρύνεις” την Kamchatka σου και να σιχαίνεσαι τους απανταχού cronies σε όλα τα Empires της γης. Ακόμα και τα γένια του νεκρού μεγαλώνουν μέσα στον τάφο λίγο ακόμα. Άντε, τί περιμένεις;
Τα πράγματα θα γίνουν καλύτερα, η Austria Telecom θα αγοράσει τον ΟΤΕ και το κολοδάχτυλο από χθες άρχισε να αρέσει και στα Γαλλάκια (εκτός απ΄τα Αγγλάκια).
Να αφησεις το κλειδί κάτω απ την πόρτα και άμα αργήσω να φάτε.
Και μην ξεχάσεις να “μικρύνεις” την Kamchatka σου.
Οι TEXTU RIZER την Κυριακή γνέθουν το Ε και μετασχηματίζουν την δική τους ηχητική γεωμετρία στις αποχρώσεις του ροδάκινου.


Oh, a storm is threatning
My very life today
If I dont get some shelter
Oh yeah, Im gonna fade away

Image war, children, its just a shot away
Its just a shot away
controlled images, children, are just a shot away
they're just a shot away

Ooh, see the fire is sweepin
Our very street today
Burns like a red coal carpet
Mad bull lost its way

Eye Rape, Image murder!
Its just a shot away
Its just a shot away

The floods is threatning
My very life today
Gimme, gimme shelter
Or Im gonna fade away

Its just a shot away
Its just a shot away

Its just a edit away
Its just a edit away


Sunday, May 06, 2007

textu rizer

Saturday, May 05, 2007

LOT 49/ The New Art of Meaning_Less

The New Propaganda Of the New Art

there must be an absence of style
it must be white writing on blank pages

above all
it's main premise must be:


Friday, May 04, 2007

Amnesia Film Recall/closed circuits


another green world

SOCIAL SECURITY(image_automaton#2)

produced for predators
order now

SS_publication#1 (for artists)

the curators

our new collective, don't miss this new extravagant experience!
Live at videodance 2007, Thursday the 24th, 23:00

Thursday, May 03, 2007

the erasers live at the i.c.a.

harry caul' s nightmare

Listen, my name is Harry Caul. Can you hear me? Don't be afraid. I know you don't know who I am, but I know you. There isn't much to say about myself. I - was very sick when I was a boy. I was paralyzed in my left arm and my left leg and couldn't walk for six months. When doctor said that I'd probably never walk again. My mother used to lower me into a hot bath - it was therapy. One time the doorbell rang and she went down to answer it. I started sliding down. I could feel the water starting to come up to my chin, to my nose, and when I woke up, my body was all greasy from the holy oil she put on my body. And I remember being disappointed that I survived. When I was five, my father introduced me to a friend of his, and for no reason at all, I hit him right in the stomach with all my strength. And he died a year later. He'll kill ya if he gets the chance. I'm not afraid of death but I am afraid of murder.


While we can simply observe an Other without his knowing(and perceiving) it, [...] we can never observe ourselves without our knowing(perceiving) it. Whenever we observe ourselves, we of course always never observe ourselves, but rather, always another. Thus, we can never speak of self-observation, or we are speaking about us observing ourselves as who we are when we observe ourselves, who we never are, however, whenever we are not observing ourselves and therefore whenever we observe ourselves we never observe the one whom we intended to observe, but rather, an Other.

Harry Caul plays his saxophone at home

Having spent his entire life engaged in audio surveillance, Harry Caul is made aware that his own space has been bugged. Desperate to find the the technological implant that has made it possible to do to him what he normally does to others, he literally deconstructs his apartment_object by object, floorboard by floorboard, until finally unable to find the device he sits, exhausted amidst the trashed ruins of his violated privacy.
Although he has dismantled every artifact, tested every appliance, and ripped down every piece of wallpaper, the "bug" Harry so desperately seeks has eluded him. But it is right "there" in the films final sequence, an extended hight angle shot, that slowly surveys the extent of the futile damage. Begining in an empty corner, it pans slowly and methodically to the left until it captures the broken saxophone playing man.


Wednesday, May 02, 2007

ath-ldn report

Τελικά η εισβολή στο Λονδίνο ήταν πολυ καλά προετοιμασμένη, ο αριστοτεχνικός αντιπερισπασμός με τα αρχικά του αεροδρομίου της Lamidanda (LDN) στο Nepal
έστειλε όλους τους διψασμένους για εξωτική μουσική άγγλους στην μακρινή χώρα.
Οπότε όλες σχεδόν οι μουσικές επιθέσεις έγιναν υπό την προστασία της εκεί ελληνικής μουσικής κοινότητας. Κάποιοι ξεχασμένοι αυτόχθονες που προσπάθησαν να αμυνθούν ...
πετώντας σαϊτες δεν κατάφεραν να πτοήσουν τους Erasers, οι οποίοι παρουσίασαν μια αρκετά δεμένη οπτικοακουστική περφόρμανς με κορυφαίες στιγμές την είσοδο του Μπάμπη του τσατσάρα και το πόστ ρεμπέτ τελείωμα του Mr Comfort.O Electroware και ο Biomass στο φουαγιέ κατάφεραν να συνοδεύσουν επάξια το dinner των παρισταμένων φιλότεχνων.Ο Biomass δε την επομένη φρόντισε στην ανακατανομή του πλούτου από το Ηνωμένο Βασίλειο σε χώρες του τρίτου κόσμου. Μια βαθύτατα πολιτική πράξη έστω και αν κάποιοι προσβλήθησαν. Δυστυχώς δεν έχουμε στοιχεία για τις υπόλοιπες εκδηλώσεις μα νομίζω οτι τα καταφέραμε εξίσου καλά κι εκεί.
Το Λονδίνο είναι αλήθεια ανώριμο να δεχτεί την σύγχρονη κουλτούρα μας και αυτό σίγουρα θα αποδειχθεί μοιραίο για το μέλλον της φίλης χώρας. Η προσπάθεια που έγινε όμως να έρθουν σε επαφή οι καλλιτέχνες μας με τα πεδία των μαχών και η σχεδόν συνομωτική παρουσία της αντικατασκοπίας μας εκεί, δείχνει οτι θα τους φάμε λάχανο. Τώρα που γυρίσαμε στη βάση μας μπορούμε να σχεδιάσουμε τις επόμενες επιθέσεις μας με καθαρό μυαλό και έχοντας καλύτερη εικόνα του εχθρού που αυτη την φορά μας αγνόησε επιδεικτικά.

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we are back

at last, we are back, currently compressing some videos at you tube.
more soon.