Posts Tagged ‘psychedelia’

You’ve Read This Blog Before!

Sunday, March 18th, 2012

1. If you’re a time traveller from the future with a special interest in this little corner of cyberspace…

2. If you consider contemporary writing to be thrillingly unoriginal and you see this blog as just words other have used before with some very minor variations in their order.

3. If you’re into the late-seventies Boston band The Nervous Eaters and you realise I’m just riffing on their tune “You’ve Heard These Chords Before”….

4. If having read this blog as it was originally posted in March 2012 on the Stewart Home Society site you then came across it copied and pasted elsewhere – or even reposted at more or less the same place…

5. If having come across this blog copied and pasted elsewhere or reposted here, you’ve now discovered the original blog…

6 If you liked this post so much you’ve come back to read it again….

7. You’re experiencing a strange sense of deja vu….

8. You’re really stoned… really tripping… out of… you’ve gone and… you shouldn’t have gotten this high… you didn’t take enough acid to get this high… even your playthings walked to Saturn… bend pencil erasers… delicious… apples explode into butterflies… you gotta get outta here… one two three four… you can hardly see… tombs interlocking… too much acid… too many colours blown up in your face…

9. You could swear someone else wrote this….

10. You’re sitting on a frosted snowflake in a purple bubble in the sky…

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

And The World’s Greatest Legal High Is… Influenza!

Monday, October 10th, 2011

Flu has a bad reputation, but if you think about it you’lll soon realise that the most important thing that drugs do for you is alter your state of consciousness, and influenza can do that too! Squares denounce flu as an illness, but hipsters know it’s much more productive to look on influenza as a psychic elevator and a short cut to ‘enlightenment’.

You could spend a life-time sitting in the lotus position meditating and still never get ‘enlightened’; or you could catch flu and – as the fever takes a hold -  unlock the secrets of the universe and learn to let go of everything (or if not everything, at the very least your lunch, either via your bowels or barfed up through the mouth). With flu your dreams will be more vivid, you will experience visions that more than equal those of the Magi of old – and what’s more, you’re not lining the pockets of the local CIA operative whose been pushing you LSD (and has secretly enrolled you in a mind control programme)! In short, flu is the ultimate groove sensation.

Had I not accidentally caught flu this weekend, I would have proceeded with an ill-conceived plan I’d formed to write and post a blog about the film Norwegian Ninja (2010, directed by Thomas Cappelen Malling). When I’d watched Norwegian Ninja, I’d been severely disappointed that it came nowhere close to the bad craziness of director Godfrey Ho’s 1980s ninja flicks – and in particular that spectacularly inept holy grail of Grade Z movie making Scorpion Thunderbolt (1988, starring Richard Harrison and Juliet Chan).

Catching flu expanded my consciousness and made me realise that I couldn’t be arsed writing a critique of Norwegian Ninja; and instead I found myself imbibing large quantities of Spingbank Malt Whisky (for medicinal purposes only, of course) and experiencing hour upon hour of extremely vivid lucid dreaming. As the greatest legal high of all time, influenza not only provided me with a whole series of crazy sensations – I felt like I’d been wrapped in cotton wool and then battered with a sledge hammer – it also made me more creative (after all this blog about legal highs is way better than one about Norwegian Ninja)!

Oh, and influenza helped me save on my fuel bills too, coz I was sweating away in my bed and didn’t need to put on the heating! What’s more, influenza can help you lose weight as well, coz when you’ve got flu you really don’t feel like eating! With flu there is no need for expensive dietary supplements, you can lose weight on the cheap!

So kids, if you want to experience some serious highs this winter, catch a does of flu and you’ll find yourself having a gas! And if a doctor or nurse offers you a jab of flu vaccine, just say ‘NO’ – coz you don’t wanna let the man mess with your fun! Flu rocks and unfortunately it’s not even addictive, since your body builds up immunity to the various strains after catching them…

And remember, don’t believe the medical hype that paints flu in a negative light – it’s better than most drugs, and if you catch it then your croak will write you a sick note giving you time off work too! What more could you want, and what are you waiting for? Catch flu now!

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

Totally tripped out at Raven Row

Monday, June 22nd, 2009

You don’t necessarily need drugs to get high, as Ann Lislegaard’s art work proves. According to a page that is no longer available on norway.org (a Norwegian government website in various languages): “Bellona, the fictional city of Samuel R. Delany’s 1974 science fiction cult classic Dhalgren is a place beyond reason, where time and space is out of joint and architectural fixtures seem to be in constant flux and transformation. In Lislegaard’s video animation installation, Bellona is a psychological space, in which norms and standards seem to dissolve into a chaos of anti-hierarchical conditions.”

What norway.org has to say is fair enough if you want Lislegaard’s work explained ‘rationally’, but I found it more enjoyable to let the constantly moving images trip me out. Bellona is a psychedelic groove sensation, and for me it worked best at the opening of the current Raven Row show, when the room was very effectively blacked out because it was dark outside. I went to see it again at the weekend but there was a lot of sunlight bleeding through the shutters that covered the windows, and this reduced the intensity of the flashback effects the film delivered. You have to sit and let yourself go with this one, but once you adjust to the pace, the three screen looped projection will give you hours of drug free hallucinations.

Lislegaard’s other film currently on show at Raven Row is based on and named after J. G. Ballard’s sci-fi novel The Crystal World. Simon Sellars on the Ballardian website says: “I fully agree with her (Lislegaard’s) view of the novel: it’s a ‘mental space, a state of mind’, and that is really emphasised by her iterative work, which constantly chases its own tail. It’s shown on two screens, side by side, and takes place inside a modernist hotel which residually succumbs to the crystallising process described in the novel. Scenes loop back and subsequently fade and buckle from screen to screen under supersaturation of light, forcing you to constantly question the veracity of what’s come before, and where you are in the loop. Mirror images from one screen to another split off into parallel worlds/scene..” The Crystal World didn’t do much for me at the Raven Row opening, but going back and seeing it with daylight bleeding into the room, I was getting flashes of colour as I looked at this black and white work. Far out!

Just to clarify, Sellars is mistaken when he describes the building in Lislegaard’s film as a hotel. On the web page I’ve quoted him from, he reproduces the following Murry Guy gallery promotional blurb for the Crystal World film: “Lislegaard’s animation directly references the Brazilian architect Lina Bo Bardi’s 1951 Glass House, and the work of Robert Smithson and Eva Hesse, who investigated crystalline and organic structures as a means of articulating nonlinear time…” Bo Bardi was an important modernist architect, and the Glass House was her home, not a hotel. Esther da Costa Meyer in Harvard Design Magazine (Number 16, Winter/Spring 2002) says of the Glass House: “Though now part of the fashionable suburb of Morumbi, the Glass House once hovered over the remnants of the original rain forest… Suspended high above a sea of green, the building resembles an International Style treehouse. A swaying metal staircase connects the winding path to the living spaces above… Even though the entire area is now built up and the wildcats are long since gone, the lots are large and densely planted, and the Glass House is almost invisible from the road… the contrast between the abstract aesthetic of steel and glass and the lush green of the forest was an important element … For structure, Bo Bardi opted for that of the paradigmatic Dom-Ino house: spindly supports sandwiched daringly between two slabs of concrete. Thin, Corbusian pilotis, set back from the perimeter to permit a free facade, raise the glass box elegantly aloft. Le Corbusier was an obvious point of reference…”

Lislegaard also has an audio installation on at Raven Row, a condensation of the soundtracks to various sci-fi films entitled Science Fiction_3112. Unfortunately I wasn’t able to derive any flashback effects from this piece, and got far less neural stimulation from it than Lislegaard’s film-works. Exhibited alongside Lislegaard are Thomas Bayrle and international audio collective Ultra-Red. The documentation of Ultra-Red’s art activism left me cold. I presume participating in one of their public events is more enthralling. Bayrle’s hybrid minimal-pop sculptures showed the Raven Row space off to fantastic effect; forget the work (I find Bayrle boring), just check out the beautiful architectural achievement it so effectively sets off. The space is very light and airy, and there are many beautiful details; take a close look, for example, at the exquisite handrail on the stairs that take you down to the back gallery in which Bayrle’s work is shown.

Thomas Bayrle, Ann Lislegaard and Ultra-Red are on at Raven Row, 56 Artillery Lane, London E1 7LS, until 2 August 2009.

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – www.stewarthomesociety.org – you know it makes (no) sense!

A Technicolor Dream

Tuesday, January 6th, 2009

This 2008 DVD is a TV-style talking head documentary that mainly covers the early years of stadium rock band Pink Floyd, and inadvertently reveals how they used the British counterculture to hitch a ride to success. The Floyd themselves come across like a bunch of talentless drama students in the pathetic promo films that are cut into the main feature. Sound wise they vary from seeming like a pleasant if not entirely convincing imitation of The Who (“Arnold Lane”), all the way down to prefiguring a lot of really bad indie bands (“Scarecrow”). There is also some far more interesting archive material on here, but most of it is rather too familiar. There is the famous footage of Beatle John Lennon walking into the “14 Hour Technicolor Dream” at Alexandra Palace (29 April 1967), which anyone actually interested in this sort of thing will have seen dozens of times.

Likewise, did we really need quite so much recycled footage from “Wholly Communion” directed by Peter Whitehead, when the BFI reissued that on DVD in 2007, and anyone who hasn’t seen it clearly isn’t interested in the British counterculture anyway. There is a very brief piece of footage of The Flies playing at Alexandra Palace, but while the BBC “Man Alive” documentary made at the time showed them throwing flour at the audience and allowed you to hear them rockin’ out, pretty much all you get here is a shot of their drum kit with something else dubbed over the top. This is a shame because The Flies were the business, and self-evidently a lot better than Pink Floyd live; presumably this is why the director Stephen Gammond cut their sound from the audio track, he clearly wants to big up original Floyd frontman Syd Barrett and takes many historical liberties to achieve this. There is some footage of The Pretty Things doing “LSD” here too, but this is cut around talking head shots, so you can’t enjoy the music in all it’s glory. Worse yet, while three really tedious Floyd promo shorts are included in their entirety as bonus features, live footage of The Pretty Things and The Flies isn’t accorded the same treatment.

Among the historical turns, we get far too much of Suzy Creamcheese, less than nothing is all I want of this twerp. Like so much else here that doesn’t come from “Wholly Communion”, the Creamcheese footage is culled from the earlier “Man Alive” documentary, and it is even more irritating on a tenth or eleventh viewing than on the first or second! That said, there is some nice pushin’ and shovin’ with the filth going down in the recycled shots of early sixties CND demos. However, the real highlight begins on the last fraction of a second of this movie’s sixty-second minute. Gammond has included 1.04 seconds of archive footage featuring my mother – Julia Callan-Thompson – blowing bubbles. While there is equally brief footage of her at the UK’s premier hippie happening in the “Man Alive” documentary, it is a different shot to the one used here. My mother, at 23 years of age, is clearly the hottest babe in the place! While this film would be much better if Gammond had devoted more time to footage of my mother, the little you get makes the disk worth buying. You can see a bit more of her in the audience at the Alex Trocchi/William Burroughs 1969 ‘State of Revolt’ Arts Lab event covered in Jamie Wadhawan’s “Cain’s Film” – and, of course, as an extra in various British and Bollywood movies of the sixties.

With the odd exception, the talking heads on Gammond’s documentary are a real snore fest. Tired old stories I’ve heard trotted out dozens of times are aired yet again. This film was obviously made on a shoe-string, there isn’t nearly enough archival footage to break up the tedium of the talking heads, and sometimes in a desperate bid to move things along the director simply cuts to recent footage he’s shot in Portobello Road and Camden. The focus on Pink Floyd and John “Hoppy” Hopkins as central to the counterculture is reductive, and also very boring. If Gammond had instead adopted a scatter-shot approach to the underground, one that pulled in a varied cast of characters, his film would have been both more enjoyable and closer to the psychedelic experience. Regardless, and as I’ve already said, it is still worth seeing just for that 1.04 seconds of my mother blowing bubbles at the “14 Hour Technicolor Dream”.

And while you’re at it don’t forget to check – http://www.stewarthomesociety.org/ – you know it makes (no) sense!

And some more specific links:

Julia Callan-Thompson:
http://www.stewarthomesociety.org/rhhm.htm

The ‘real’ psychedelic scene:
http://www.stewarthomesociety.org/praxis/voices.htm

Wholly Communion etc. review:
http://www.stewarthomesociety.org/film/whitehead.htm

Trocchi/Burroughs State of Revolt:
http://www.stewarthomesociety.org/luv/splinters.htm