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Above are my Eric Doeringers: he calls them bootlegs of more famous works by "name" artists, and sells them at an open-air table outside art fairs and in the bleak Chelsea gallery district. I consider Doeringer a "name," too--a practicing appropriationist in a lineage with Marcel Duchamp, Andy Warhol, Sherrie Levine, and especially Elaine Sturtevant. His craft is good and he has an eye for the most generic "knockoffable" commodities in a practitioner's oeuvre. The critique of authorship and authenticity is especially welcome with Chelsea dealers going nuts pushing said brand names to Bush millionaires: Doeringer is a kind of Mini-Me of the hard-working gallery owner.
Generally he is tolerated, but today a Chelsea gallerist decided he'd had enough, and allegedly sicced the cops on Doeringer. The artist was forced to fold up his table, box up his wares, and move on. James Wagner has a blog post on this. I confess I heard from Doeringer about this earlier in the day and felt that if I were going to be a journalist, I should call the dealer and hear what he had to say, since this particular gallerist has been supportive of unknown artists through publications, curating, and the like. As with the right wing echo chamber, now it's news, though, because someone posted about it. It's just rumormongering at this stage, and this page will priggishly withhold the dealer's name until someone gets a comment in the inevitable first amendment pile-on. Not that it sounds like there can be two sides to this. Assuming it's true, calling the cops for "selling art without a peddler's license" in Bloomberg's incarceration-happy Manhattan is bad karma, bad vibes, and censorship, since it's art we're talking about here and not hot watches.
Update: Someone outside the GNYNVOVEZ (Greater New York Non-Virtual Object Viewing & Evaluating Zone) wondered how bootleg these paintings really are. Left to right in the photo above: The "Damien Hirst," painted on a Fredrix pre-stretched canvas, is decently made but cookie cutter; the colors don't match any particular Hirst. The "Richard Prince" is a scan/ink jet print of a random ad with cowboys; it's not Marlboro, or at least not any Marlboro Prince rephotographed. The "Martin Kippenberger" is an ink jet print of a Kippenberger figure, cut out and collaged onto a Fredrix canvas with little flecks of paint on the surface to look painterly, then sealed with matte varnish. So, to answer the question, his craft is good enough to make a facsimile that passes from a distance, but it's not like they're meticulous forgeries. In his studio he has 10 or 20 lined up in production like an assembly line.
Update 2: As expected, search the dealer's name in technorati and the first eight hits are bloggers dissing him. The money quote, from James' blog, is "He said that he didn't like 'seeing people walking around with tiny paintings...'"
Update 3: It's Mike Weiss! But you already knew that.
Thanks to Robert Huffman at the Modern Theory & Contemporary Criticism forum on Myspace for his photo- and gif-annotated version of the Rhizome.org interview [dead link--see below] Cory Arcangel did with me. Robert also reBlogged the item on his blog SPACEprogram. A couple of late corrections to the interview:
Digital Media Tree is the brainchild of Jim Bassett, who wrote the software and has been the low-key, creative, officially-unofficial webmaster sinceI said 2000 in the interview; I knew that Jim, drat fink, and some other Tree-ers started blogging earlier (in the first Blogger era) but couldn't find any '99 posts until Alex Wilson reminded me that his Arboretum, covering his travels in the Central Park outback (among many other things), started in December of that year. Another minor bug in the interview was this paragraph:20001999. It is a blog collective and quite active, with all of us commenting on each other's pages and posting to public and private group pages. My invitation to join the group came from artist Bill Schwarz, who has a page at www.digitalmediatree.com/schwarz/. There are features at the Tree at I haven't found in other blog packages, such as the ease of configuring pages with "use your own html" options, and the ability to spin off an infinite series of customized pages, as blogs or fixed pages. I'm too lazy to learn CSS, but actually prefer my page's under-designed html look.
In my college DJ years I was airing Can, Ralf and Florian, Tony Williams Lifetime, Iggy Pop's The Idiot, etc. My jaw dropped, in the early '90s, when I first heard [that] breakbeat 'ardkore rave stuff. I couldn't believe how good it was--it was like all my influences grew up (and sped up).I left out the "that."
Update: New Link to Cory's interview with me.
"Lysergic Interlude (Trance Moves)" [mp3 removed]. A "harder, faster, trancier" version of a previously posted tune. The ascending semitones near the end are supposed to be a joke. [Update, June 2010: With some reluctance, had to change the URL for this (the link above still works), as it was "burning up the charts" of the free mp3 sites. It's still up, just not at the same link. If you are interested in this song give me a shout and we can talk about licensing it.] [Update, April 2013: File removed to keep hosted space under 4GB]
Also, louder versions of these two songs:
"Permanent Chase" [mp3 removed]. This version does not include the analog filtering of the drums on the quiet version ([4.6 MB .mp3]). It's just the drum machine and the Sidstation.
"Clip City" [mp3 removed]. (Quiet version: [mp3 removed].) I got tired of having to raise the volume in Winamp, and since the iTunes "volume leveler" distorts them anyway, I made both tracks louder.
Update: a "self-mastered" version of "Clip City": [4.6 MB .mp3]
Update 2: The "quieter" version of Permanent Chase was remixed in 2009 and substituted for the one in this post. It is now the "official" version.
Jack Kirby Mandala
"FOR EVERY INDIVIDUAL LOSS, LEGIONS POUR FORTH!!! THE HIVE BELOW HAS BEEN RESTLESS--MULTIPLYING!"
"Two billion years ago, it [the Sun] blew up, and the Earth was blown apart with it...The exploding Sun shattered the Earth and cast the hot debris into the cold darkness of the void...A few thousand years ago, an intelligent being from a reality we had never suspected found our dust. For its own alien purposes and by its own strange science, that intelligent being read in our dust the cryptarch of our lives...From our cryptarch, the alien created us again. And not just our bodies. You remember Earth because your consciousness, which is in fact a wavepattern of light emitted by your brain, was retrieved from the vacuum, where it had been expanding at the speed of light since you died...The alien is not a spiritual being...The truth is, this being regenerated you to serve as bait for yet another alien intelligence, its enemy, a species of sapient, winged spiders called zotl. Zotl eat people."
That passage from A. A. Attanasio's The Last Legends of Earth* gives you the flavor of the book: high pulp of cosmic sweep, and "pulp" is used here with reverence since it is in the discarded and unvetted we often find the best art. (The position of this page is that you can take your books about aging college professors finding passion, then ennui through affairs with young students and fuckin' stick 'em. So to speak.) Attanasio's tome seamlessly meshes heroic fantasy--his main character is a reconstituted Viking with a "ramstat flyer" instead of a longboat and his near-omniscient aliens meddle in human affairs like Greek gods--with skeptical, even new wave-y plot quirks. The novel peaks about 3/4 of the way through its 481 pages and the remainder is a series of short story-like vignettes of characters living in the biological, post-human end times before the alien's constructed binary star system collapses. Oh, yes, and it's also a love story.
The book belongs in the company of Michael Swanwick's The Iron Dragon's Daughter and Brian Aldiss's Helliconia tales in being both epic and wised-up, although its exalted, utterly committed narrative style feels almost Biblical. Attanasio's imagination is so huge you feel your head ballooning to embrace his conception of a universe where particle physics, time travel, Lovecraftian elder gods, and medieval warriors and peasants all mesh in a grand narrative. The poetry of his language, which can be felt even in the pulpiest sentences, drives the yarn as much as the mind-blowing science. The author was in his late 20s when he wrote this (it appeared in '89) and almost perfectly balances visionary abandon and storytelling control. A close televisual equivalent might be the Japanese anime series Neon Genesis Evangelion, which also injects apocalytic religion into futuristic sci fi with its incendiary battles among superhuman AIs.
*The edited passage in the first para. came from an amazon reader. Link is to Barnes & Noble, a "blue" company, unlike amazon. Hit Bush backers in their wallets!
Sidney Blumenthal in Salon (no link due to subscription-only firewall):
If he [Libby had] testified truthfully in October 2004 the result would have consumed the final days of the [presidential election] campaign. His Leninist logic permitted him to protect the Republican cause, but he has tainted Bush's victory in history as surely as the Supreme Court decision in Bush v. Gore did in 2000.Illegitimate pretenders to power still rule us. That doesn't make the 59 million who voted for Bush any less pathetic, though.
"Protest Song (Human Crab Louse)" [mp3 removed]. Work in process? Probably more like a prototype. The "found sequence"-- an Electribe rhythm pattern slowed down by about 16 bpm and reinterpreted by the computer as a melody kind of trails off into inconsequentiality every few bars, and that could be made more catchy and bouncy. The melody, such as it is now, sounds good in other Sid patches, to my ears at least, and those could be incorporated into the song with MIDI program change messages. One thing I learned is I don't have my volume problem with the analog drum machine if it's only playing a few hits (e.g. one kick, snare, clap, and one hi hat). It was only when I tried to use the full range of the machine that I had to turn the gain down--this tune is punchier and I didn't have to drop the volume.