R.I.P. Michael

Usually, I’m not at all phased when famous figures pass away, but for some reason, Michael Jackson is different. I know it’s a bit late for this one, but I’m still hearing “Billie Jean” and “Beat It” emanating from cars and shops every day, so perhaps not. I’m really enjoying that, actually… it makes me feel like I have something shared with my fellow New Yorkers (a collective mourning) and that’s something I haven’t felt in a long time (if ever). It’s a shame that he wasn’t alive to hear how much people still appreciate his music.

The other day I stumbled upon a review of Mister Lonely (Harmony Korine’s strange film about an MJ impersonator) on Esotika Erotica Psychotica. That film seems to take on new meanings and deeper resonance now that Jackson is gone. When I reviewed it on this blog a year ago, I wrote about the strange mood created by sincerity and irony existing in the same space. Now, I feel that mood everywhere. Just like his impersonator character in Mister Lonely, Jackson himself hardly seems real. He is as much a construction of collective public conciousness as he is an actual person, and so to feel any sort of connection with him on a human level seems absurd. And yet people are completely sincere in their mourning of Jackson. Completely sincere in their love of his music and their celebration of his life and his persona. I think that his music touched a lot of people, united a lot of people, in the way that really good pop music should do, and certainly in the way that he dreamed of doing. I think that people saw him as a ridiculous character, and thus he became the butt of public ridicule. But I also think that people understood how damaged he was. Maybe they even felt a little bit guilty that the pop music production-consumption machine they helped fuel had chewed him up as a little boy and spit him out a broken man. But either way, they recognized that his situation was a sad one, and even through the mockery and stunned disbelief, even through the taunts of “Whacko Jacko” and the suspicions and accusations of abuse, there was always pity.

There was one quote from that review on Esotika that really struck me: “As a public figure, Jackson fits the film’s logic perfectly. The ‘real’ Jackson pursues physical perfection in sentimental terms. He’s an abomination masquerading as an ideal form. Scraping away at his genetic identity, he sculpts himself into a Utopian body. As something age-less, genderless, and perhaps ultimately race-less, this pursuit moves only in reverse. If David Bowie aspires to become the Ziggy Stardust of the future, Jackson retreats to the Peter Pan of the past. He aims to please rather than to provoke. And time inevitably catches up with him.”

I think it’s an apt description. And a very sad one. But even if Jackson’s “utopian experiment” of self-transformation was ultimately doomed to failure, at least his music achieved some of those same goals; at least when I walk down the street I can still hear “Billie Jean” and “Beat It” eminating from every car and shop I pass by.

Goodbye, Michael. You will be missed.

There’s a far longer and more critical assessment of Jackson’s legacy on K-Punk that’s well worth reading.

Curtis x Laing x Bourriaud x Bey x more (Part 1)

Because this post will be very long, I’ll split it up into two parts.

I’ve been on an Adam Curtis fix of late. Curtis makes television documentaries such as 2002’s The Century of the Self and 2004’s The Power of Nightmares. His films focus not only on the direct connections between people and groups (some of which can be astonishing and unexpected), but on the way in which ideas often have implications far beyond what might initially be perceived. They often give off the frightening tone of a conspiracy theory, suggesting an undiscovered history of hidden connections and sinister plots, and yet they completely undermine the very notion that a successful conspiracy is even possible.

“Where people do set out to have conspiracies, they don’t ever end up like they’re supposed to,” Curtis stated in an interview with Errol Morris, “History is a series of unintended consequences resulting from confused actions, some of which are committed by people who may think they’re taking part in a conspiracy, but it never works out the way they intended.” Curtis’ series take this idea of unintended consequences as their starting points, demonstrating how often radical, liberatory ideas such as those of Wilhelm Reich, R.D. Laing, and the Human Potential Movement were used by powerful elites to form the basis of new methods of social control. I cannot overstate the importance of these films: the fact that they don’t show them in every American high school is almost criminal.

Way back in 2007, Momus posted a blog entry titled “Bourriaud x Curtis” in which he presented a series of notes drawing parallels between Curtis’ The Trap and Nicolas Bourriaud’s book Relational Aesthetics. Having both just begun watching The Trap and reading Relational Aesthetics, I find it fitting to expand upon Momus’ notes. I also wish, however, to incorporate additional points of reference. Firstly, R.D. Laing, who’s The Politics of Experience I’m also currently reading, and who plays a large role in The Trap. Secondly, Hakim Bey, who’s collection of utopian essay-poems, T.A.Z., I’ve been periodically dipping into for the past sixth months.

(links to watch The Trap and The Century of the Self online can be found here)

For those of you familiar with the thinkers and works I’m writing about, I hope I provide new ways of thinking about them. For those of you who are unfamiliar, I hope I pique your interest enough so that you might seek them out on your own. All of them are well worth reading/watching, and seeing as how this post will barely scratch the surface of all these things, I highly recommend that you do so.

The Trap traces the trajectory of game theory (a mathematical model of predicting human behavior developed by a right wing think tank during the Cold War) in influencing contemporary psychiatry, politics, and military policy. “[H]ow a simplistic model of human beings as self-seeking, almost robotic, creatures led to today’s idea of freedom.” Curtis argues that game theory presents an inaccurate and dangerous conception of human nature in which human beings are selfish, suspicious, and incapable of altruism or empathy. John Nash, who had a large influence in the development of the theory, was a paranoid schizophrenic who would later attribute much of his theorizing to his paranoia.

From here, Curtis moves on to introduce R.D. Laing, a radical British psychiatrist of the 1960s. During that time, schizophrenic patients were typically treated as less than human. Restraint against their will, forced medication (of powerful psychotropic drugs in high doses), and shock therapy were the norm. Laing was one of the first psychiatrists to actually talk to his schizophrenic patients, and found that amazingly, all of them became well enough to leave the institution in short time. Within a year, however, all of them had returned. This led him to study the families of his patients - the home situations to which they were returning. His conclusion was that where a patient was “disturbed, their families were often very disturbing.”

From here, he would go on to study not merely the families of schizophrenics, but the families of “normal,” clinically healthy individuals. The method he used to examine the interactions between family members would find inspiration its in game theory. The results of these studies was a radical treatise on familial and group psycho-dynamics (Sanity, Madness, and the Family), in which he claimed that in all group dynamics, but in families most especially, psychological manipulation of the other group members for ones own benefit was pervasive (placing conditions on one’s love, for instance, or making a loved one feel guilty, in order to get them to act a certain way).

Here is where I disagree with Curtis’ interpretation of Laing. In The Trap, Curtis makes the accusation that it was Laing’s use of game theory-inspired methods that led to his conclusions, and that these conclusions further perpetuate the paranoid, robotic model of human behavior put forth by Nash. But this is simply not true. The beginning of The Politics of Experience finds Laing highly critical of game theory, listing it alongside behaviorism and object relations theory as models of human psychology that he finds “dehumanizing” and a “mystification” of human nature. These forms of psychiatry, he said, merely reproduced in their own theory the symptoms they hoped to treat.

Anyone who’s ever felt hurt or pressured by their parents, anyone who’s ever been in a romantic relationship, anyone who remembers trying desperately to fit in as a kid, can attest to the fact that the manipulations Laing describes take place frequently. Most of us would admit that we have perpetrated them on numerous occasions - whether knowingly or not. But unlike Nash, Laing does not propose these cruel “games” as the total array of human possibility. He sees them as regrettable aspects of our nature, but ones that, if we are aware of them, can be overcome or at least minimized.

Laing and Curtis are essentially arguing the same thing: that the propagation of false conceptions of human nature such as game theory have had an ultimately dehumanizing effect on society. In order to counteract that effect, a new, fuller, more human conception is necesarry.

Laing would go on to establish the Philadelphia Association at Kingsley Hall, an experimental treatment center for schizophrenics that completely did away with coercion, encouraged creative expression, and placed patients and psychiatrists on equal footing. He also challenged the validity of psychiatric labeling. He saw psychiatry as a highly political practice, and rejected the idea that it was the psychiatrist’s job to make his patient “normal.” Rather, he saw normalcy itself as mentally and socially unhealthy. “The perfectly adjusted bomber pilot may be a greater threat to species survival than the hospitalized schizophrenic deluded that the Bomb is inside him,” he wrote, “Our society may itself have become biologically dysfunctional, and some forms of schizophrenic alienation from the alienation of society may have a sociobiological function that we have not recognized.”

Is society as a whole dysfunctional? Is it possible to be of sound mental health in a dysfunctional society? John Nash mathematically calculated that if everyone acted solely in their own self-interest, a stable society would result. But what good is stability when you cannot connect with another human being? When you are constantly suspicious of everyone you are close to? What good is stability when love is impossible?

NEXT TIME, IN PART 2: how the ideas of Bourriaud, Bey, and others constitute a potential “treatment plan” to match the grim diagnosis of society offered by Curtis and Laing.

YouTube/etc. Roundup #8

Youtube/etc. Roundups are where I periodically post all the most interesting online videos I’ve watched lately. Feel free to share your own finds in the comments section. For links to more videos, click here.

Little Big Cremaster 1
Little Big Cremaster 4
EXACTLY by Denny Blaze The Average Homeboy
Dove - Evolution
Charlie Patton’s ‘High Water Everywhere, part 2′
Hermine Freed: Art Herstory
Project Spectrum - Google Sketchup and Autism
William Burroughs - Do Easy by Gus Van Zant
Mr Let’s Paint takes a dump to whale sounds?
Oh Dem Watermelons
“Rap Chop” featuring Vince (Steve Porter’s Slap Chop remix)
Play him off, keyboard cat. (Christian Vs. Athiest Son)
The Century of the Self - Part 1 of 4 - By Adam Curtis
The Century of the Self - Part 2 of 4
The Century of the Self - Part 3 of 4
The Century of the self 4 of 4
The Trap - 1 - F*ck You Buddy (the sound is off, but I couldn’t find a better version)
The Trap - 2 - The Lonely Robot
The Trap - 3 - We Will Force U 2 Be Free
Crass: There Is No Authority But Yourself (English w/ Dutch Subtitels)
breakfast at sulimays wilco/dirty projectors
muskelzeigen
Shooting Back
WAYS OF SEEING (first episode) 1/4
WAYS OF SEEING (first episode) 2/4
WAYS OF SEEING (first episode) 3/4
WAYS OF SEEING (first episode) 4/4
WAYS OF SEEING (episode two - female nude) 1/4
WAYS OF SEEING (episode two - female nude) 2/4
WAYS OF SEEING (episode two - female nude) 3/4
WAYS OF SEEING (episode two - female nude) 4/4
WAYS OF SEEING (episode three - oil painting) 1/4
WAYS OF SEEING (episode three - oil painting) 2/4
WAYS OF SEEING (episode three - oil painting) 3/4
WAYS OF SEEING (episode three - oil painting) 4/4
WAYS OF SEEING (final episode - advertising) 1/4
WAYS OF SEEING (final episode - advertising) 2/4
WAYS OF SEEING (final episode - advertising) 3/4
WAYS OF SEEING (final episode - advertising) 4/4

“…To Discover New Modes of Storytelling”

 

I signed up for a Screenwriting class last semester, but wound up dropping it after the first class when the professor referred to Happy Go Lucky as “unconventional,” used Juno as an example of a film with a good screenplay, and said that although the school at large tended to focus on “film as art” (bullshit), this class wouldn’t take that approach. (What other approach is there? If film isn’t art, what is it?!) It really bothers me that there seem to be so few people interested in narrative film that aren’t completely boring and traditionally-minded; so few people that believe that narrative film doesn’t have to mean Hollywood (or worse: “indie”) and that art film doesn’t have to mean Brakhage. I was required to write a film manifesto for another class; one excerpt: “My cinema strives to discover new modes of storytelling.” So I was excited, then, to learn of MIT’s new Center for Future Storytelling.

As the Center is an MIT project, it comes as no surprise that its focus is on new technologies: “low-cost holographic TV, […] new imaging technologies for movie studios, [and] emotionally engaging synthetic actors.” Many of the proposed new methods of storytelling rely on interactivity. I wonder: is the traditional, static, single arc/outcome, single author, non-participatory mode of storytelling slowly becoming irrelevant? Slowly becoming replaced by other models? The seeds have been planted for a long time: collaborative and interactive art, post-modernism and Barthe’s death of the author… Walter Benjamin’s idea of a book composed entirely of quotations from other authors now seeming not only a possibility but an unavoidable and obvious option. But is mass media already beginning to catch up to theory? In some ways it may have already surpassed it: hypertext, Tivo, DVD easter eggs, MMRPGs, Second Life, ARGs*, cross-platform viral marketing, social media, participatory/psuedo-democratic television (i.e. American Idol). Even the ever increasing Hollywood tendency to recycle old material could be compared back to pre-modern models - when griots and bards would recycle the same stories over and over, imbuing them with new interpretations and local flavor. (My dad was telling me once about how some pop songs are released in different parts of the country using slightly different instrumentation and production to appeal to that particular region. Could some of these new technologies, in combination with new modes of distribution and the theory of the Long Tail, be used to create region or demographic-specific versions of films?) Is this all pointing to something? Is narrative film as we know it going to go the way of the dodo?

And this all sounds very exciting, sure, but what does it mean for me, the filmmaker? Usually film is far behind other mediums when it comes to enormous cultural shifts like this (auteur theory was outdated before it even existed, having only been theorized 30 years after the start of New Criticism) but now, in what may already be the advanced stages of the information age, it seems that film, video, and television are leading the way. For a while now, I’ve been feeling somewhat dissatisfied with straight narrative film as my chosen medium of expression. It’s limited. Passive. Even anti-social. I find myself drawn instead to the internet, to relational aesthetics, to collaboration and interactivity and social art. To living art. Art that can change and be changed - evolve, adapt, transform… even reproduce (fan art?). Cinema, at least in the conventional sense, can’t do any of these things. (There’s “Expanded Cinema,” sure, but everyone knows that’s not really cinema, it’s video art) But what can be done about that? Despite these limitations, I still have a strong desire to make narrative cinema. Is there any way for narrative cinema to meet these new potentials, without becoming another medium entirely?

I’d be very curious to hear your thoughts!

*Related: this blog entry explaining/defining “alternate reality games” (ARGs) is worth a read.

More Obama Portraits

Hey Lauren, I hope your trip is going well. You probably won’t see this post until you get back, but this one is for you…

Remember that Bad Paintings of Barack Obama website I posted about a while back? Well the NY Times just made my day by posting a section on their website called “Readers’ Portraits of President Obama,” some of which are worse and/or more hilarious than anything on that other site!

Some notes:
- I think “35. The ‘Cool’ Obama” (pictured above) is definitely my favorite. I mean, come on, wtf were you even thinking? That’s retarded. (same goes for “49. (untitled: Mr. T)”)
- I wonder why in “2. Obama Surrounded By Love of Graceful Citizens,” Obama is wearing waayyy too much mascara, blush, and pink lipstick. He even got a big smear of mascara on his nose.
- “11. Shooting High” is pretty good cause, you know, Obama is black, and also the president of the most powerful country on earth, and so obviously he would be playing basketball with the entire world and shit.
- “5. New Money” is weird because they chose to replace the president that freed the slaves with the first black president when they could have just chosen to replace fuckin Alexander Hamilton or Ulysses S Grant.
- “16. Sidestepper” is not even a person, wtf? Obviously this person just found out about Picasso and thought “oh man, now I have an excuse for being an awful painter - I can just tell everyone I’m a cubist!”
- “29. (untitled: the really bad photoshop one where obama’s face is burning off and the american flag is pointy)” is fucking terrifying and should not have been included because it’s clearly a malicious joke.
- “32. Our President” is actually really cool - I would own that painting. Why don’t more people paint the backs of heads?
- “56. Obama is Light” is pretty terrifying and actually made me a little bit depressed.

Thanks to Ana for sending this to me (and I apologize if it’s weird or creepy or something that I’m basically just re-posting the body of my response email to you as a post on my blog haha).

Country Teasers / The Rebel

Country Teasers - Satan Is Real Again or Feeling Good About Bad Thoughts (1996):

Ben Wallers of the Country Teasers writes acerbic, straight-faced satire in the vein of “A Modest Proposal.” By taking on the persona of misogynists, racists, jingoists, and assholes of all stripes, he points out just how utterly ridiculousness and loathsome those positions actually are. “Young man in your wheelchair stop whining / you shouldn’t have mortgaged your farm / get up and start working on your crippled leg / you’ve practiced and can now use your arm,” he sings on “It Is My Duty.” On another track he gives a sarcastic litany of reasons to thank God for being born a man: “I drink whiskey and stay on my feet / I can walk by myself at night in the street / don’t have assholes whistlin’ me / laugh about things with Allen and Richie / I can pick up big things because I am strong / sing about bitches in my song / know what I look like when I go out / when I want attention I shout.” Other times he doesn’t bother to mask his sentiments behind satire: “I ain’t evil / I’m not a devil / it ain’t criminal / I don’t like people” (three years after this the band would release an album titled Destroy All Human Life.) It’s not surprising that Country Teasers gets comparisons to The Fall - Wallers’ voice possesses the same venomous, misanthropic tone as Mark E. Smith’s at his most cynical (and with a British accent to boot), and the music itself sometimes resembles a fiercer, country-Western tinged version of that band’s abrasive, repetitive post-punk. I haven’t listened to music this unambiguously, unabashedly ROCK’N'ROLL in a long time, but somehow Country Teasers manages to keep my toes-a-tappin’ and my bile-a-boilin’. This is the perfect album to listen to when you fucking hate all mankind.
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The Rebel - Tarscoffsky’s The Snackrifice (2008):

After the breakup of the Country Teasers, Wallers began recording solo as The Rebel, releasing a string of short, often limited edition recordings, and shelving countless others because they were, in his words, “not masterpieces.” Tarscoffsky’s The Snackrifice sees Wallers maturing musically, replacing the country and garage-rock vibes of his former band with industrial-ish drum machines, warbling synth, and spoken-word. The lyrics less often take a satirical, first person stance, but have lost none of their sardonic humor or their spite. Instead, he’s far more straightforward in his contempt: “civilian life, civilian life / when will I get used to civilian life / whenever I get home from being on tour / I fucking hate it / […] when will I get used to the daily strife / of tying up my shoelaces again.” “American Beauty” gives a concise synopsis of the film that winds up being oddly hilarious. The last track is a sort of elongated joke about survivors of a nuclear apocalypse aboard a spaceship, all of different races, ethnicities, sexual orientations, etc.: “let’s chuck his mo-bile phone out the window / phone it / and shut the door when he goes out to answer it.” I’ve had these songs stuck in my head all week.
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Vinyl

I’ve thought about it for a long time and I’ve finally thought of the perfect analogy to describe how I feel about buying music on vinyl:

Buying music on vinyl is kind of like going to a store and paying money for a tank full of air (not pure oxygen, just regular old air like you can breath anywhere else), and then from then on, you only breath using these tanks of air that you buy; and you just think you’re so fucking cool because you breath your air out of tank while everyone else breaths theirs just out of the… air; and the air in the tank might even be a little dusty or smokey or old or some shit, but in your mind that makes it even better, because shit man, dusty, old shit is like, cooler or whatever; and maybe you’ll put your air tanks in milk cartons or on a book shelf in your bedroom or something, and show them off when people come to visit; and maybe you’ll even go on ebay and spend hundreds of dollars on some really special tank of air from somewhere that’s really old or rare or whatever - air from some really obscure location, like underneath the passenger-side car mat of a 1992 Suburu Outback parked outside a McDonald’s in Bombay or some shit; and some people will tell you, “man, you can breath air for free” but then you’ll be all like, “yeah but mine comes in this cool looking tank!” and you’ll think you’re such hot shit, but really you’re just a fucking jackass because you’re paying money for a less convenient version of something that everyone else gets for free.

Because my blogs are hard to spell…

Olivia made tiny urls for them:

tinyurl.com/bzapthe

tinyurl.com/blogx10

Thanks, Olivia! What a good idea!

Wikipedia Roundup #17

Wikipedia Roundups are where I periodically post all the most interesting Wikipedia articles I’ve read lately. Feel free to share your own finds in the comments section.For more links, click here.

Space music
Selling out
Little Ice Age
Frances Bean Cobain
Traci Lords
Your Black Muslim Bakery
Homo Ludens (book)
Kayfabe
Andy Kaufman
Purity ring
Essentially contested concept
Enantiodromia
Greedy reductionism
Electronic cigarette
Rape and revenge films
Learned helplessness
Positive psychology
Somebody Else’s Problem
NIMBY
Lifeboat ethics
Antinaturalism (politics)
Totalitarian democracy
Sincerity and Authenticity
Battle at Kruger
Origins of the blues
Sprechgesang
Scat singing
John C. Turmel
Free produce movement
No-Prize
Santiago Theory of Cognition
Guyaru-moji
Commodity money
Liberty Dollar
Private currency: United States Private Dollars
Ithaca Hours
Wörg
WIR Bank
Local Exchange Trading System
Ripple monetary system
Cincinnati Time Store
Utopia, Ohio
Ghost town
Drapetomania
Scientific racism
Homosexual agenda
Tony Gibson
Thomas Szasz
David Cooper (psychiatrist)
Kingsley Hall: R.D. Laing and Kingsley Hall
Therapeutic community
Consumer/Survivor/Ex-Patient Movement
Self-help groups for mental health
Soteria
Socialist Patients’ Collective
Liberation psychology
Rosenhan experiment
Umami
3623 Chaplin

Another apology

Sorry again. I’ve been meaning to post, but my laptop had to go to the laptop hospital for a week, so I’ve been using the school computer lab, which for whatever reason makes writing things on this blog weirder (I think I blog best lying down). Been writing some stuff though. Look forward to more posts very very soon.