"Leaderless: Underground Cassette Culture Now" at Printed Matter

Printed Matter & Heavy Tapes present

Leaderless

Underground Cassette Culture Now

Exhibition on View from May 12 – May 26, 2007

Opening Reception

May 12, 2007, 5-7 PM

Printed Matter, Inc. is pleased to announce an exhibition surveying contemporary American cassette culture. Leaderless: Underground Cassette Culture Now will open on May 12 and run through May 26. Printed Matter is located at 195 Tenth Avenue at 22nd Streets.

From bedrooms and dorm rooms, garages and dingy basements, Printed Matter and Heavy Tapes have gathered the leaders of the American underground tape culture movement—a geographically and generationally diverse community centered around the thriving noise, psych, and experimental music scenes. Such an exhibition might lead one to believe that “tapes are back” though the truth is that they never left, having been the chosen medium of this particular community from the late 70s onward. Unlike manufactured CDs or vinyl, tapes are analog, cheap and easily made at home with accessible and rudimentary equipment (i.e. no computers), making them the logical choice for a community that is constantly evolving and producing. Tapes also offer a unique perspective for those who are put off by the ubiquity and harsh aesthetics often associated with CDRs.

For the duration of the exhibition, Printed Matter’s back room will be transformed into a cassette shop-with hundreds of titles exhibited and available for purchase. Boom boxes will give audience members the opportunity to sample and explore hundreds of cassettes that will be available. Printed Matter has invited the following five guest curators to present out-of-print cassettes from their collections: Dominick Fernow (Hospital Productions), Chris Freeman (Fusetron), Ken Montgomery (Generator), Barbara Moore (Bound/Unbound), and Thurston Moore (Sonic Youth/Ecstatic Peace). Taken together, these curators have assembled a history that branches through several generations of the visual arts, sound art, and music from the 1970s to the present.

Labels to be featured include 23 Productions (WI), AA (MI), American Tapes (MI), Animal Disguise (MI), Bone Tooth Horn, Callow God (CA), Cherried Out Merch (OR), Chondritic Sound (MI), Drone Disco (OH), Ecstatic Peace (MA), Fag Tapes (MI), Fuckit Tapes (NY), Gods of Tundra (MI), Hanson Records (MI), Heavy Tapes (NY), Hospital Productions (NY), Iatrogenesis (OR), Ides (IL), Friendship Bracelet (MA), Loveless Tapes (NJ), Middle James CO (ON/CA), Monorail Trespassing (CA), Nihilist Productions (IL), Not Not Fun (CA), Psychform (WA), RRRecords (MA), Rundownsun (BC), Since 1972 (NY), Sound of Pig (NY), Spite (NY), Stammer Tapes (NY), Swampland Noise (CA), Throne Heap (NY), Tone Filth (MN), Trash Ritual (NY), and Troniks (CA), among many others.

To celebrate the launch, experimental tape manipulator G. Lucas Crane vs Non-horse will perform. Leaderless: Underground Cassette Culture Now coincides with the No Fun Fest—a four day noise festival that will take place at the Hook in Red Hook, Brooklyn from May 17 – 20th. Now in its fourth year, No Fun Fest features some of the world’s premiere noise musicians and practitioners.

Heavy Tapes was established in 2004 in Brooklyn, NY by musician and teacher Michael Bernstein and musician and visual artist Maya Miller, as an offshoot of the Heavy Conversation label run by the New York band Double Leopards of which they have been a part since 2001. Originally spontaneously created because of ease of access to cassette manufacturers and a desire to release their own solo and duo music, the label has since taken on a life of its own and has spawned a distinctive visual and audio style over the nearly 50 releases in the 3 years of its existence. Combining a fine ear for “out sounds” with a commitment to exposing the deepest noise and sound art underground, Heavy Tapes has since become a stalwart of the non-scene which it proudly participates in. The cassettes have been displayed in an art exhibition in Seattle, featured in an article in Swindle Magazine authored by Tony Rettman, and distributed internationally at record stores, museum shops, internet mailorder stores, and beyond.

New Scientist routs some climate change myths

Climate change: A guide for the perplexed
17:00 16 May 2007
NewScientist.com news service
Michael Le Page

Our planet’s climate is anything but simple. All kinds of factors influence it, from massive events on the Sun to the growth of microscopic creatures in the oceans, and there are subtle interactions between many of these factors.

Yet despite all the complexities, a firm and ever-growing body of evidence points to a clear picture: the world is warming, this warming is due to human activity increasing levels of greenhouse gases in the atmosphere, and if emissions continue unabated the warming will too, with increasingly serious consequences.

Yes, there are still big uncertainties in some predictions, but these swing both ways. For example, the response of clouds could slow the warming or speed it up.

With so much at stake, it is right that climate science is subjected to the most intense scrutiny. What does not help is for the real issues to be muddied by discredited arguments or wild theories.

So for those who are not sure what to believe, here is our round-up of the 26 most common climate myths and misconceptions.

There is also a guide to assessing the evidence. In the articles we’ve included lots of links to primary research and major reports for those who want to follow through to the original sources.

Human CO2 emissions are too tiny to matter

We can’t do anything about climate change

The ‘hockey stick’ graph has been proven wrong

Chaotic systems are not predictable

We can’t trust computer models of climate

They predicted global cooling in the 1970s

It’s been far warmer in the past, what’s the big deal?

It’s too cold where I live – warming will be great

Global warming is down to the Sun, not humans

It’s all down to cosmic rays

CO2 isn’t the most important greenhouse gas

The lower atmosphere is cooling, not warming

Antarctica is getting cooler, not warmer, disproving global warming

The oceans are cooling

The cooling after 1940 shows CO2 does not cause warming

It was warmer during the Medieval period, with vineyards in England

We are simply recovering from the Little Ice Age

Warming will cause an ice age in Europe

Ice cores show CO2 increases lag behind temperature rises, disproving the link to global warming

Ice cores show CO2 rising as temperatures fell

Mars and Pluto are warming too

Many leading scientists question climate change

It’s all a conspiracy

Hurricane Katrina was caused by global warming

Higher CO2 levels will boost plant growth and food production

Polar bear numbers are increasing

For further reading, see the weblinks below.

Climate myths special, New Scientist

Intergovernmental Panel on Climate Change (IPCC)

FAQs, IPCC (pdf)

RealClimate.org

How to talk to a climate skeptic, Grist

Common arguments by climate sceptics, Logical Science

Love and Haight

Diggers mandala.

Love and Haight
In 1967 San Francisco was the world capital of the hippie revolution, a melting pot of music, sex, art and politics. Forty years on, Ed Vulliamy meets the survivors of its Summer of Love to find out if the dream lives on.

Ed Vulliamy
Sunday May 20, 2007
The Observer

‘Give us an F!’ shouts Country Joe. ‘F!’ they reply, then U, C, K, as is the custom. ‘What’s that spell?’ demands Joe. ‘FUCK!’ they retort. And Country Joe McDonald duly strums the opening chords to the most celebrated anthem to come out the San Francisco Summer of Love four decades ago, broadcast to the world from the stage at Woodstock two years later. In fact, ‘I-Feel-Like-I’m-Fixin’-to-Die Rag’ by Country Joe and the Fish had been first performed to a huge crowd in jovial jug-band fashion at an anti-war demonstration in Oakland in October 1965, and now the audience duly joins in again: ‘And it’s 1-2-3, what are we fighting for?/ Don’t ask me I don’t give a damn / Next stop is Vietnam …’
But this is not San Francisco in 1967, this is Anna’s Jazz Island, a cosy club in Berkeley, on a Saturday night late last April – Country Joe in his mid-sixties and many in the audience not much younger, apart from a few children, including Joe’s son, in charge of the merchandise table selling ‘Fuck Bush’ badges for a dollar. But the occasion is charged with passion and humour – a tribute night to Joe’s main inspiration, Woody Guthrie; just one of the multifarious influences that flowed like tributaries into the river, the phenomenon of music, psychedelic drugs, politics, anti-politics, art, sex, rebellion, celebration, squalor and calamity that rushed through the Haight Ashbury neighbourhood of San Francisco 40 years ago to reach what was for some the revolution’s climax, and for others its nadir and moment of dissipation during the Summer of Love in 1967.

It had begun as a subdued explosion, really, in the early 1960s, when a new generation of bohemians began to adapt and mutate the culture of the ‘Beats’ – Jack Kerouac et al – which had installed itself on North Beach during the late 1950s. A singular city on America’s edge, San Francisco had a singular history of counterculture, and while the convergence of rebellions, energies and experiments of the early Sixties erupted variously in New York, Los Angeles, Atlanta, Chicago and across Europe, San Francisco would go its own way.

From 1964 to 1967, in and around the cheap Victorian housing of Haight Ashbury, a student quarter, something akin to what Bob Weir of the Grateful Dead calls a ‘little renaissance’ occurred, with still incalculable repercussions. ‘Ripple in still water/ Where there is no pebble tossed/ Nor wind to blow’, as the Dead song went. Except that there was a wind – a gale of ideas, music, appearance and lifestyle which would leave its indelible mark on Western society, and beyond. The drugs began with pure LSD initially manufactured by the CIA but documented and famously ‘tested’ by Ken Kesey. A core of Haight Ashbury bands played with each other, for each other, for free and at Chet Helms’s Avalon Ballroom and Bill Graham’s Fillmore. At their core were the Charlatans, Jefferson Airplane, the Grateful Dead, Quicksilver Messenger Service and Big Brother and the Holding company (with Janis Joplin) – leaving Country Joe and the Fish, and the Sparrows (later Steppenwolf), slightly to one, political, side. Artists illustrated the sound: Stanley Mouse, Rick Griffin, and others. Revolutionary activists, the Diggers, propelled by Peter Coyote, Emmett Grogan and others, endeavoured to demonstrate a new way of reorganising (or dis-organising) a society without money, often working with and as street theatre and the famed ‘Mime Troupe’. And there was a ‘look’: tie-dye came only later; costume was a pastiche, often mutating Edwardian and Victorian fashion, gleaned from various thrift shops. And these are only some of the things that those who made it happen remember …

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Freegans, Zero Waste and incinerators…

24 May 02007 London Review of Books

The Things We Throw Away
Andrew O’Hagan

By the time I worked out the style of our death the leaves were back on the trees. The journey in search of rubbish had taken the whole winter long and now I was here with the bins. The evening it was all over I emptied the latest rubbish onto some newspapers spread out on the kitchen floor – a cornflakes packet and old razor blades, apple cores and cotton buds. Looking through the stuff I felt how secret the story had been. I’d gone looking for the end but had always been brought back to this, the rubbish on the floor appearing grave and autobiographical. The seasons are like that and so is our trash: you examine their habits of repetition for long enough and you begin to think of lost time.

It began one night in Camberwell when the orange of the streetlamps was fighting to show through the fog. Alf started up his van and weaved past some roadworks, dodging the cones but not the sleet that flew to the windscreen and vanished. ‘My goodness,’ he said, ‘if this is life I don’t want it.’ He was talking about the way he felt when he worked as an account executive in a marketing design company. ‘I finally found out that it was only worth living for love, not money.’

‘What do you mean, living for love?’ I said. He ran a hand through his hair and stroked his cheek.

‘Putting other people’s needs before my own,’ he said. ‘When I left that hideous job I got a sense we were all interconnected. Freeganism tries to connect with people’s needs – putting community first. In 2002, I decided to devote my life to getting the message out and living as sincerely as possible. Instead of using money and all that I wanted to tread more lightly on the earth. I took everything to extremes in my old life.’ Alf is 33 years old. His friend Martin, a fellow Freegan, popped his head through from the back of the van and pushed his glasses up his nose. Martin is 36 and comes from Sydney. He said he was disillusioned as a teenager by the way everyone was obsessed with money and ownership. ‘You’ve got to take everything to a logical conclusion,’ he said. ‘We’ve given up all our possessions, because, like Mill said, if you want to bring down a corrupt system then you might want to stop buying its products.’

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Sunkist bringing back 'Good Vibrations'

Sunkist bringing back ‘Good Vibrations’

CHICAGO (MarketWatch) — Hoping to build on its growth momentum, Cadbury-Schweppes Plc will announce Tuesday that it is bringing back some “Good Vibrations” in a new marketing effort for its Sunkist soda brand.

The classic Beach Boys tune will be front and center in the campaign, set to break Monday night, but with a twist: The song will be covered by Gym Class Heroes, a recent chart-topping hip-hop band. The first ads will run Monday night on the CW, the youth-oriented network that is a joint venture between CBS Corp.

Virtually all of the people in the brand’s target market of 18- to 24-year-olds wouldn’t even have been born then.

Still, the song “is still applicable today,” Gleason said. “We really wanted to focus on positive energy and good vibes, to make it accessible to a new generation, and how better to do that than with a No. 1 band?”

Not that Gym Class Heroes was top of the pops when first picked for the campaign: It was only after being selected by Sunkist from a roster of 25 relatively unknown groups that Gym Class Heroes headed up the charts with a top 10 single, “Cupid’s Chokehold.”

Unlike the carbonated soft-drink category as a whole — which fell 0.6% by volume in the United States last year, according to Beverage Digest estimates — Sunkist and select other flavored pops are in solid growth mode. The brand registered 9.3% growth last year, said John Sicher, publisher of the trade magazine.

“Though the [carbonated soft-drink] category is down, there is still more strength in flavored sodas than in colas,” he pointed out, citing Sunkist, Cadbury-Schweppes’ Dr Pepper. “Cadbury-Schweppes has done a fantastic job marketing Sunkist,” he added.

Sunkist is also by far the largest single orange-flavored soda with a market share of about 46%, according to the company, and it has recorded volume growth every year for the last decade.

Cadbury-Schweppes declined to disclose exact spending on the campaign, but Gleason said that it will be in the “high single-digit millions” of dollars over the next few months of its run. Last year, the company spent $5.2 million on Sunkist, up from $3.3 million on 2005, according to data from TNS Media Intelligence.
It’s a drop in the bucket for Cadbury-Schweppes’ combined media budget of $304.1 million. However, the total includes spending by both the U.S. beverage and confectionery arms of the company, which are in the process of being split apart.

Joyce Campbell's "LA Botanical" at G727


G727 presents

LA Botanical

A project by Joyce Campbell

Duration: May 18th – June 23rd, 2007
Reception: Friday May 18th 2007 7-10pm

LA Botanical is an ongoing project, massive and
perhaps unachievable in its full potential scope, to
document each plant that grows in Los Angeles for
which there is a documented use – be it food,
medicine, weapon, abortive, analgesic, fuel,
stimulant, building material, deadly toxin or mind
altering entheogen. The plants are documented as
wet-plate Ambrotypes, an anachronistic photographic
form ubiquitous the 1850’s-1890s, the period during in
which Los Angeles grew from a dusty town of 1400
inhabitants to a major metropolitan center. The
project is an attempt to reconcile Campbell’s own
rural background with her life here in Los Angeles,
one of the most sprawling and unsustainable
metropolises on earth.

LA Botanical operates simultaneously as map,
inventory, and survival guide to the city of Los
Angeles. It has the potential to reveal who lives
here, from where they originate, what they value, how
they eat, worship, heal, harm, travel, clothe
themselves, seek insight or achieve oblivion. It also
serves as a tool or guide – enabling its audience to
see Los Angeles, not as a desiccated industrial
wasteland into which resources must flow, but as a
field of abundant life that might be harvested to
satisfy our needs.

G727
727 South Spring Street
Los Angeles, CA
90014
213 627 9563

http://www.g727.org

Thursday-Saturday 12-6pm
Se habla poquito español
Free and Open to the Public

More info on Joyce Campbell’s work, including images from this show, at http://www.joycecampbell.com/collections/view/13

. . .

A Garden of Peculiarities
By Tessa Laird

Joyce Campbell’s L.A. Botanical is a series of portraits. It is a poisoner’s handbook, a herbalist’s cure-all, a shaman’s bundle, a gardener’s guide, a botanist’s field manual[i], an artist’s scrapbook.

L.A. Botanical is, specifically, a series of ambrotypes, an early form of photography, invented in 1850, the same year that the City of Los Angeles was incorporated as a municipality. At the time, the population comprised a mere 1,610 hardy souls. The population explosion of the following 150 years into the Los Angeles we know today resembles (from an imaginary aerial vantage point) an algal bloom, or bacterial inflorescence[ii] – the visible record of a natural imbalance

Ambrotypes are negative images on glass plates which, when shown against a black backdrop, appear to be positive. The name comes from the Greek ambrotos, “immortal”, a rather poetic way of evoking the power of photography to fix forever the fragile moment. Plants, particularly flowers, have long been the favorite metaphor of poets, painters, and now photographers for the passage of time – they are our most consistent reminder of mortality, and yet our most frequent solace at times of bereavement.

Though the ambrotype predates early moving pictures, Campbell’s use of antique photography can’t help but remind viewers of its sister medium, film, and the attendant connection with Los Angeles as a national and global “dream factory” (or, indeed, that these technologies played their part in swelling the population of the fledgling city). Campbell’s humble backyard blooms become, in L.A. Botanical, stars. The silver nitrate of the photographic process is linked, chemically and etymologically, to the silver screens onto which early films were projected. Campbell’s botanical “immortals” have been bequeathed eternal “limelight” (another chemical process which, due to its use in theatrical lighting, is forever associated with fame).

Campbell’s ambrotypes are also ghostly (Haunted Hollywood?), a reminder of the early spiritualist nature of photography, in which an occult-hungry public happily believed in photographic truth twisting. This willingness to be duped and a desire for belief relates to the state of mind of rootless masses, living in newly industrialised centres. For the urban expansion of a metropolis like Los Angeles meant a concurrent loss of lifeways, be they social and religious structures, or practical knowledge of folk medicine and subsistence agriculture.

Campbell’s insistent use of antiquated technology leads us to recall, not only the birth of Los Angeles, now infamous for its global status as a “dysfunctional city”, but the burgeoning of philosophies critiquing the very social systems that made such dysfunction inevitable. In the 1840s, the young Karl Marx was developing his theory of alienation as a result of capitalism. The abstraction of commodities into fetishes and the reification of labour undermined traditional social relations, not to mention human relationships with the landscape. The industrial revolution ruptured forever humanity’s holistic, cyclic relationships with the natural world. But while Marx’s theories seeded revolutions in Europe and Asia, Los Angeles, with its history of union-busting and McCarthyist witch-hunts, has grown ever more unwieldy. Alienation is a literal status for many of the “illegal” residents of this city – they remain an “invisible” labour force without which Los Angeles would grind to a halt.

People came to this city from all regions of the globe, and the plants they brought with them reflect this multicultural diversity. Campbell’s floregium combines the indigenous with the exotic, tracing the migratory routes of various communities. The botanical diversity expressed by Campbell’s photographs is a testimony to the stubbornness of human desire in the face of natural deterrents. Los Angeles is a semi-arid desert, which has been made superficially lush with the massive, artificial influx of water and labour, both of which have involved considerable levels of corruption (the politics behind the diversion of water from Owens Valley was immortalised in Polanski’s classic film Chinatown). Any sustained attempt at gardening in L.A. requires a significant investment in topsoil and sprinkler systems. Unlike the rainy, temperate country Campbell grew up in, rich in alluvial soil, L.A. gardens do not flourish untended. The awareness that life in this grandiose city hangs in a rather precarious balance, and that under the tendrils of convolvulus and nasturtium lie vast tracts of dry, restless sands, brings to mind Baudrillard’s “desert of the real”.[iii] It also brings to mind the mythical Hanging Gardens of Babylon, which were supposedly constructed by Nebuchadnezzar II in what is today contemporary Iraq. The introduction of a lush garden into a desert environment was for the benefit of the King’s exotic courtesan, homesick for greener climes. Los Angeles’ constructed gardens are built for similar reasons, as virtually everyone in the city is a migrant to some degree.[iv]

But Los Angeles has also been a centre for agriculture, and one of its neighbouring cities bears the name of agricultural wizard Luther Burbank, who bred a startling array of fruits and vegetables, including a plum which supposedly tastes like a pineapple, with the arresting name “Climax.” Burbank worked intuitively, breeding a potato that takes his name, from the seed head rather than the tuber. The result was a large, creamy-white potato that has dominated the US market ever since, and made the rapid spread of fast-food chains possible, being the perfect shape for cutting into French fries.[v] Though Burbank himself saw plants as individuals, understanding the “peculiarity” in each, his skills with the plant world were coopted by the drive for standardisation and monoculture that so threatens biodiversity in the USA, and globally, today.

Jesús Sepúlveda puts it succinctly in his manifesto for greener living, The Garden of Peculiarities: “In the fifteenth century, Europeans knew only seventeen varieties of edible vegetables, while in the fourth century, the Hohokam – inhabitants of the region now encompassed by New Mexico, cultivated around two hundred varieties of vegetables. In South America, the Incas designed a system of terrace cultivation that extended the length of the Andes and took advantage of local microclimates and varying humus qualities, harvesting something like six hundred different varieties of potatoes. This proves that horticulture has nothing to do with the standardising drive of civilisation.”[vi]

Sepúlveda’s title is a metaphor – a garden can be a planet or a neighbourhood. Peculiarity is his term for individuality or uniqueness, a quality that must be preserved at all costs in the face of the alienation and standardisation that have become the mainstay of industrial living. A brilliant communal riposte to the concrete jungle of Los Angeles was the South Central Farm, perhaps the largest urban farm in the US, until its recent bulldozing by developers in 2006. The cooperative farm, which fed hundreds of local families, was seeded with the same desire as Campbell’s L.A. Botanical – that an understanding of and cooperation with plants within our urban spaces is essential for survival. The South Central Farm and Campbell’s photographs both exist in opposition
to what Sepúlveda calls the “bourgeois garden” whose objective is luxury. Campbell illustrates that not only is the plant kingdom a comestible cornucopia, but a pharmacopeia that can sustain or kill us. But while pharmaceutical companies make a killing from the chemical compounds that grow in our yards and empty lots, the ancestral knowledge that held the key to the extraction of these free medicines is all but lost.

Campbell’s herbarium is a call to take up gardening tools. If an armed revolution is likely to perpetuate the cycle of violence, then perhaps we need a green revolution instead. Sepúlveda again: “The garden of peculiarities deterritorializes and topples hierarchies. That is its nature. It allows the garden to grow, organically, under the concept of mutual recognition between the gardener and garden. It doesn’t try to control the landscape by making it uniform. On the contrary, the point is learning to live with nature and in the midst of nature, orienting the human effect more toward aesthetic practice than standardisation. Such a lesson starts by recognising the otherness of nature as our own otherness. Only in this way is it possible to dissipate the ego among the ever-growing foliage in search of shelter rather than conquest.”[vii]

Over the last few years artists and writers have realised that technological interconnectivity needs to be accompanied by an awareness of the pre-existing interconnectivity of the plant world. Artist and writer Frances Stark extolled the virtues of The Secret Life of Plants, a cult book in the 1970s postulating that plants think, feel, and communicate, in Artext magazine. New York’s Cabinet magazine showcasing contemporary art devoted an entire issue to Horticulture (subsequent issues featured Pharmacopeia and Fruits). Artlink Australia published an Ecology issue, while artists everywhere are making work that either utilizes directly, or references the world of plants – such as the sprawling gardenLAB experiment, produced by Fritz Haeg and Francois Perrin here in Los Angeles. Michael Pollan’s The Botany of Desire suggests that humans are actually controlled by the plant world, or rather, by our desires, which the plant world cleverly caters to. Los Angeles-based author Mark von Schlegell wrote a science fiction novel Venusia in which society is placated with a daily dose of hallucinogenic flowers – and it turns out the whole novel is actually penned by a potplant. The list of green protagonists is as endless as the variety, or peculiarity, found in nature itself, perhaps heralding the emergence of what psychedelics guru Terrence McKenna called the “vegetable mind.”

But Campbell does not intend L.A. Botanical to be a feel-good selection of pretty flowers. These photographs constitute a reminder of the sublime power of plants to sustain or kill, and an exhortation to understand that which will enable our continued existence on this planet. As McKenna put it in his manifesto for survival into the 21st Century and beyond, “Plan/Plant/Planet”, “Our choice as a planetary culture is a simple one: go Green or die.”[viii]

[i] City Terrace Field Manual is the title of a book of poems by East Los Angeles poet Sesshu Foster (Kaya Press, 1996). It captures the violent bleakness of urban living, occasionally relieved by a burst of green. Large avocado trees are an important signifier for the length of time this area has been populated by Mexican migrants – trees become a trace of human trajectories.

[ii] Campbell’s earlier projects have included the mapping of Los Angeles via its bacterial traces – taking swabs from plant surfaces and soil samples in each of L.A.’s districts, then allowing the microbes to flourish in Petri dishes. The final product is an array of contact-printed photograms of abstract clusters of dots, whorls and blooms – the microscopic life of a megalopolis.

[iii] From Simulacra and Simulation, University of Michigan Press, 1994 via The Matrix film trilogy, and now Slavoj Zizek’s Welcome to the Desert of the Real: Five Essays on September 11 and Related Dates, Verso, 2002.

[iv] The original inhabitants of Southern California, their plants and their lifeways, leave barely a trace on the surface of Los Angeles. The classic text of indigenous genocide in the United States, Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee, makes this poignant observation about the natives of Southern California: “No one remembers the Chilulas, Chimarikos, Urebures, Nipewais, Alonas, or a hundred other bands whose bones have been sealed under a million miles of freeways, parking lots, and slabs of tract housing.” (Dee Alexander Brown, Bury my heart at Wounded Knee : an Indian history of the American West, Barrie & Jenkins, London, 1971, p220)

[v] For more on the political ramifications of potatoes, see Michael Pollan’s The Botany of Desire: A plant’s eye view of the world, Random House, 2002. He gives corn the same treatment in The Omnivore’s Dilemma: A natural history of four meals, Penguin Press, 2006.

[vi] Sepúlveda, The Garden of Peculiarities, Feral House, Los Angeles, 2005, pp. 136-137

[vii] Ibid, pp. 118-119

[viii] McKenna, The Archaic Revival, Harper Collins, San Fransisco, 1991, p 225. This essay was originally printed in the Fall 1989 edition of The Whole Earth Review, an issue dedicated to “the alien intelligence of plants.”

California's horticultural history

Suspect Arthur Hall being interviewed by police, as officer displays marijuana plant recovered in raid, Los Angeles, Calif., 1950. Los Angeles Daily News.

Deputy Dwight Smith shown dragging a load of marijuana “trees” from roadside patch in Rosemead, Calif., 1948.

“BONFIRE MATERIAL — Dep. Dwight Smith of Los Angeles Sherrif’s squad is shown as he drags a load of marijuana ‘trees’ from roadside patch in Rosemead where the ‘trees’ were found growing. The narcotic weeds later were destroyed in ‘$20,000 bonfire.’ Federal agents participated in the ‘raid’ and they reported that some of the weeds were 10 feet high. Apparently they were growing wild near busy street.”

(Note how three of the guys are smoking tobacco–JC)

From Changing Times: Los Angeles in Photographs, 1920-1990 at the UCLA Library.

ARTHUR EMAIL BULLETIN No. 0075 (archives post)

COMMAND PERFORMANCE”

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The Arthur Magazine Email Bulletin

No. 0075

May 16, 02007

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COMMENTS:

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Hey lady,

1. NICE WAR, CAN WE HAVE ANOTHER?

With yesterday’s appointment of an official “War Czar” by President Bush and a USA-Iran war apparently imminent, efforts to reduce US militarism have become even more urgent.

Arthur still has a couple hundred copies in stock of Josephine Foster’s 18-track, multi-artist compilation SO MUCH FIRE TO ROAST HUMAN FLESH, and would love for demand to rise to the level where we could go back to press on this. You can place an order using PayPal direct from Arthur at

http://www.arthurmag.com/news/index.php

At Josephine’s direction, we’ve distributed the initial proceeds from this benefit album to

* The American Friends Service Committee’s National Youth & Militarism Program

* Iraq Veterans Against War

* Veterans for Peace

* Coalition Against Militarism in our Schools

This comp features new or never-before-released songs. Office favorites, fwiw, include Michael Hurley’s “A Little Bit of Love For You,” Charlie Nothing’s “Fuck You and Your Stupid Wars,” Feathers’ gorgeous “Dust”  and MVEE’s cover of Neil Young’s “Powderfinger.” But the whole thing is good. If you’re in doubt, preview it at:

http://www.apolloaudio.com/lt.asp?name=ART86

2. MAKER FAIRE IN SAN MATEO, CA THIS WEEKEND

The absolutely wonderful MAKE magazine is holding a big confab this weekend (May 19-20) at the San Mateo Fairgrounds. Expect a zillion action-nerd engineers (term of endearment) in DIY frenzy. Don’t just get off the grid — make your own. More info at

http://makerfaire.com/

3. WHEN TOMORROW HITS…TONIGHT

These guys have been talking a pretty good talk about their new club… something involving low-down gospel, roots psych and black lights…

WHEN TOMORROW HITS at La Cita

(3rd and Hill in downtown Los Angeles)

10PM – FREE – Devon Williams performs

“Nothing is sadder than a glass of wine alone.

And loneliness is just a waist of your time!”

4. SCENES FROM AN EXHIBITION

Photos and vid from the Psychobotany show at Machine Project are up now at the ever-refreshed/ever-refreshing Arthur blog at

http://www.arthurmag.com/magpie/

See! Molly Frances — Arthur’s “New Herbalist” columnist in tea table action! Witness! Aaron Gach of the Center for Tactical Magic in astonishing human-plant interface! And so on. 

The show is still on at Machine… more info at

http://www.psychobotany.com

http://www.machineproject.com

5. COME RAISE A GLASS WITH US ON ASCENSION DAY

Arthur Magazine and L.A. Record present

The Echo Park Social(ist) and Pleasure Club

at Little Joy

1477 Sunset Blvd., Los Angeles

Thursday, May 17

AND EVERY THURSDAY NIGHT

9:30pm-2am

this week’s deejays:

930-1100: TBA!

11-1230: Zach Cowie & Co.!

1230-last call: Jason Moore!

6. THANK YOU, LESBIAN DEATH ANGELS

from http://www.bilerico.com/2007/05/003107.php

The Lesbian Death Angels, concerned that Rev. Falwell’s followers will misattribute the cause of their leader’s demise to their antigod or to some weenie group like Soulforce, have announced that, in a mass worldwide action, they hexed at 10:30 am today and that the subject of their hex was the Rev. Jerry Falwell. In other words, they are claiming to be responsible for Jerry’s death and wish the world to know that they are proud of it to boot.

“Falwell earned being hexed well into his next life with his post-9/11 comments on that event’s cause made in a conversation with fellow telehatemonger Pat Robertson on Robertson’s 700 Club broadcast”, noted collective member Connie L. Ingus. “Too often when tyrants die — particularly spiritual ones — their past is glossed over into sweetness and light that doesn’t begin to resemble the truth of what they did. Frankly, a heart attack hex was too nice. We should’ve added an addendum to make him come back as an innocent Muslim imam who gets ratted out by a rival faction and ends up in the U.S. rendition program, never to see the light of day again — either that or as an out gay youth in Iran.”

The LDA is the international body of pro-choice radical lesbians who meet in secret and not-so-secret cells, covens, and as individual practitioners each Tuesday morning to try to set the world back on its axis one hex at a time. Previous targets have included rapists who found themselves strangely compelled to walk into police stations and turn themselves in and others. This is one of the few successful hexes they have publicly taken credit for.

“Proselytizing is usually so rude”, said Ms. Ingus. “Under normal circumstances, we’re content just with the effects of our work. Lesbians who are meant to find us simply will. The Goddess is powerful enough to get that job done without our help.”

The LDA feels no compunctions about the pain this announcement might cause the Reverend’s family, as the Falwells have benefited from and participated in their patriarch’s long campaign of hate without so much as a public hint of guilt for all the pain and death they have contributed to.

The LDA is still contemplating their next target for early karmic justice. The list of potentials is long. They wish to thank the Goddess for her swift response today. 

We grew our own,

Arthur Mushroom Fiends

Los Angeles, California