Tuesday 6 March 2007

Jean Baudrillard - June 20, 1929 to March 6, 2007


The transfusion of the real is like a blood transfusion, except that here it is a transfusion of real blood into the exsanguine universe of virtuality. After the prostitution of the imaginary, here is now the hallucination of the real in its ideal and simplified version.

From "Disneyworld Company", published on March 4, 1996 in the Parisian newspaper, Liberation.


repos dans la paix

Sunday 4 March 2007


Lunar eclipse peeping over windows in Camberwell, South London. Here we hear no howling, no mountain trails, no dust of the moon gathers this far and yet, our axis is its golden section, proportional, exact and perfect as it watches, eye of the sky, red with such blood.

Saturday 3 March 2007

Spirit Lash

The Spasm Band played another sweaty late Febuary gig in Hoxton at Kungadreads Rooted Music night. Always hard to photograph. Never knew that at this stage of the game we'd still be rocking, and so hard. Yet, as Antoine says, you need a certain maturity to bring this music, this spiritual ja\zz with the drum, with the drum humming in the earth and the bass rattling through the trees, and the solar plexus chanting, the sax scorched and wailing bring people to the edge of danger - one day, somebody go shake up and tumble down to the Spasm sound and then they will ban this music for sureity, like they would in Trinidad, baptist people would gather round and chant this down, but I was born into this, was raised on a steady diet of bells and incense and wooden churches hid in ancient cocoa bush that shook with each spiritual mother testifying on a sunday, when the cattle begin to pull for home from the canefields and the cool breeze would roam round the center post where they drip oil and holy water from goblets of croton so each rhythm I churn though I know it be holy, I do so with fear and trembling but also with love and gratitudes, I know this intimitely and it knows me.