prepare to sweat
by jebni on February 8, 2004
I’m recovering from Club Arak. I danced until my body turned into some kind of fuzzy gas, a weird kind of sublimation. I wonder, though, about the rising tide of exoticist voyeurism at such events: a teeming horde of leering (…)
these are desperate times, my dear
by jebni on February 5, 2004
The Divinyls’ “Science Fiction” counts as my the latest obsessive entry in “The Summer of the Apocalypse“, my imaginary oz rock gallery of nuclear visions: Never thought that we’d last this long, y’know Always thought they’d drop the bomb Drop (…)
a thumping bass for a loving race?
by jebni on February 1, 2004
Today I had the choice of (a) slaving away on an animated commercial, or (b) going to the Good Vibrations festival with a backstage pass. I chose the latter, and I can’t thank Spider enough for the pass. Spider plays (…)