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Star-Crossed II by Julia Barbosa Landois

Here’s some people gazing at Julia Barbosa Landois‘ 2013 piece Star-Crossed II at MACLA on Fisting Friday. It’s a video featuring a ranchera tune about breaking up with Jesus. Landois came all the way from San Antonio to come talk about it.

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Landois spoke briefly to the crowd assembled at MACLA about how she started in painting and progressed over time to working in other media such as video in order to better suit her stories. Her speech and her website lead me to believe that she’s been in bands and stuff in the past.

Myself I thought the karaoke bit that marks Star-Crossed II was really captivating and that it motivates the viewer to get into the piece. I asked Landois privately what her warmup tune is for a good night of karaoke but she said she doesn’t do it. Then I asked if she ever interviews herself while washing dishes etc., in order to practice figuring and explaining what her stuff is all about, and she said she sometimes does. Interesting!

The piece is part of MACLA’s Chicano/a Biennial. I love how MACLA always finds artists who keep the medium, the look, very simple for their very complex stories. Bravo and good eye, MACLA! Also present is a prison toilet glazed with a large array of information about the prison experience. Really, everything in the Biennial is excellent.

Lucky for all you ignoramuses who may go see the piece, it has English subtitles so you may not feel threatened by the strangeness of the Spanish language, a language spoken by almost half a billion people on a huge percentage of the planet’s dry surface, even though you went into a space that promotes Latino-ness in order to see it, since apparently there are ZERO bilingual people on the entire internet to read this article, but only segregated Spanish and English speakers, as segregated as you all drool to be in your safe suburban or hip urban coffins. Consider yourself stroked, primped, preened, prepared.

2-Strats and the Boabab

At band practice, 2-Strats debuts his latest opus. Luke-Ass and Cornhouse aren’t going for it, and in his rage 2-Strats threatens to use force.

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2-Strats and Cop Code D.I.S

2-Strats, Cornhouse and Luke-Ass not only get themselves shut down by the fuzz, but in the process get themselves dissed by the two smug cops as well. A disastrous house show all told. I will mail a poster to whomever can tell me in a comment what town this comic must take place in.

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Magrosi65 – a really good Youtube channel

Dude I just found a serious vein down into Youtube. I knew about Malo …

… and of course don’t listen nearly as much as I need to, but this Youtube channel Magrosi65 has some stuff I didn’t even know about! Caldera!

Ronnie Laws!

And some stuff I already dug like Idris Muhammad. Have a funky one listening to all this! Give yourself over to chance!

In Therapy After All

I have a therapist now. His name is Miguel Zenón. He has promised me that our therapeutic treatments will not result in my writing’s being more bourgeois or self-pitying. And he plays on stages sponsored by global asset management, so don’t be thinking he’s just some dirty Mexican you don’t need to listen to. I think his is the most important music being made in this country right now, at least that I’m aware of.

Speaking of anxiety, some lame article by News Wire says that people who complain are disposed physically through the act of complaint to be anxious and depressed. If there was ever proof that psychology is not productive science at all, but rather racist and imperialist rhetoric, this is it. According to the study –completed by a computer analyst! –those of us who are anxious because the fucking ecosystems of the planet are collapsing so we can have cars and internet, we are just complainers making ourselves sick by voicing our outrage and trying to scream the truth to a world of deaf consumers.

But those who screw as many people as they can to be financially successful, who refuse to raise their kids, who never leave the place of work, the suburban enclave or the gym, are justified in their anxiety for working so hard to be successful. As long as they don’t complain, because that just makes things worse. There you have it.

Tecpatl

Saw a shadow in the computer monitor, thought it was my sister-in-law, turned around, saw it was a guy walking down the sidewalk out my window, he was carrying a cardboard pack of Tecate, made up a word, Teclatl, typed it into Youtube, found this.

Surrender yourself to chance!

Tecpatl is a black metal/prehispanic ambient band (best genre I think I ever heard of in my life). Their intentions sort of remind me of the approach taken by Wardruna and Ulver, trying to get to something much older than the tools they’re using.

2-Strats in Denver

Our man 2-Strats sends in an update from the Denver Airport in white-supremacist shithole Colorado. Bimbos overflow. People who live in Colorado must have a constant messianic, apocalyptic fury and hold themselves for the last Americans that “they” will get, hiding out in the stronghold of the Rockies in the middle of the continent.

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