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houseplantmob: sometimes listening to brian...

Sun, 12 May 2013 13:04:11 -0400

sometimes listening to brian eno ramble endlessly is like listening to interminable ambient soundscapes. sometimes it can b as profound.

i should stop thinking about this in the realm of ‘art’ and should start thinking about it in the realm of health

Q U I E T B O D I E S: ☙VEGETΛTIVE STΛTE❧ ➪ ➫ ➬ the nU-RL ➬ ➫ ➪ V ❦ S ❦ 2

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 11:08:49 -0400

Q U I E T B O D I E S: ☙VEGETΛTIVE STΛTE❧ ➪ ➫ ➬ the nU-RL ➬ ➫ ➪ V ❦ S ❦ 2:

houseplantmob:

❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦ ❦

☙ V E G E T Λ T I V E S T Λ T E ❧

an avant-party project from HOVSEPLΛNT❦MoB

~~IRL~~

~~URL~~

➪ ➫ ➬ nU-RL ➬ ➫ ➪

a S L O W v i b e

// somewhere between a 90s…

No Gold//Hawaii, by Chaperone

Sun, 28 Apr 2013 11:07:00 -0400

No Gold//Hawaii, by Chaperone:

houseplantmob:

khmerbaby:

chaperone:

10 track album

please listen to my new album on the Crisis Urbana label out of Detroit. Thank you.

davey is killin it. listen to this if you are a weirdo

TEXTURAL SLUGGISH NOISEHOUSE »»»»»

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houseplantmob: ☙VEGETΛTIVE STΛTE❧ is an avant-party project...

Mon, 22 Apr 2013 20:29:00 -0400

houseplantmob:

☙VEGETΛTIVE STΛTE❧ is an avant-party project from HOVSEPLΛNT❦MoB

a nU-RL experience

S L O W v i b e

// somewhere between a 90s rave chill out room / an early throbbing gristle performance / a turntable.fm room //

the IRL version is a private event in an undisclosed location in philly. multiple URL stream options go live at the time of the event.

V ❦ S ❦ 1 was the launch of the party, on 4.4.13. the IRL was v »>, but the streams all faltered n failed at some point. above is what was able to be salvaged amongst ustream wreckage and youtube copyright violations.

unfortunately, it is only pieces of the first sets by HPM residents DJ WIDE OPEN and RICH MINERAL, edited together (excuse the poor transitions, couldnt be helped).

tragically, nothing remains of the paralyzing live experimental electronics set by:
(((Memory Loss)))
[soundcloud.com/memory-loss-1]

for info on future parties and more, follow
houseplantmob.tumblr.com

W.O.W.

Sun, 21 Apr 2013 13:24:00 -0400

W.O.W.

HOVSEPLΛNT M0B: Data Garden QUARTET at Bartram's Garden

Sat, 20 Apr 2013 11:35:48 -0400

HOVSEPLΛNT M0B: Data Garden QUARTET at Bartram's Garden:

houseplantmob:

HPM ENDORSES THIS EVENT

FREE: 10-4 Saturday & Sunday
An audio installation allowing visitors to experience biorhythms as music by giving tropical plants the tools to play synthesizers.

+ PLANT SONIFICATION WORKSHOP: Sun April 21, 11AM-1:30PM
Limited to 25. RSVP to Leslie Gale at…

houseplantmob: 2nd V❦S❦1 promo mix ☙VEGETΛTIVE STΛTE❧...

Sat, 30 Mar 2013 18:24:29 -0400

houseplantmob:

2nd V❦S❦1 promo mix

☙VEGETΛTIVE STΛTE❧ ~~~> http://houseplantmob.tumblr.com/post/46513422976/veget-tive-st-te-the-nu-rl

a skeletal, severely abbreviated fraction of autobiography. reading more like excerpted annotated...

Thu, 27 Dec 2012 03:54:00 -0500

a skeletal, severely abbreviated fraction of autobiography. reading more like excerpted annotated outlines of a memoir, barely stretching just over a hundred pages padded with ample textless chapter divisions etc. worth it for the inimitable Chet Baker deadpan —near catatonic— stoicism that somehow, in its seemingly para-human indifference and detachment, conveys such an elevated sensitivity, psychic fragility and diffuse air of melancholy and portent that only such impassivity could delicately enough carry. and also for vignettes like these:

[of his experience aboard a troopship bound for Germany after enlisting in the Army illegally at 16] There was vomit everywhere, you could not escape the smell of it no matter where you went on the ship. Since there wasn’t anything alcoholic to drink, some of the guys mixed Aqua Velva with fruit juice. Everyone was getting loaded and fighting. Some went blind from the noxious aftershave mixture. Altogether, it was a trip I could not easily forget.

I spent a couple of weeks at her apartment, but unfortunately some joker ripped off the door of her Corvette when I was using the car. He didn’t even stop. We had a few words about that, and fought about some other things as well. It all ended in my telling her to get fucked.

[of being brought to court on drug charges in England] I really couldn’t take the whole thing seriously. All those seemingly pompous fools with their white wigs. Needless to say, I was found guilty by his lordship.

despite its brevity, a satisfying, shimmering glimpse into imo one of the top 5 most compelling voices in all recorded music (and pretty standard mid-century jazz-genius-junkie archetype). for a longer look, a couple biographies are supposed to be good, but u prob cant do better than this.

THERE IS NOTHING OTHER THAN EARLY 90s DELORES O'RIORDAN

Mon, 10 Dec 2012 21:28:00 -0500

and lets not forget how fucking real this video was

bulkk: we made it w/ our bodies

Tue, 13 Nov 2012 20:54:36 -0500

bulkk:

we made it w/ our bodies

hellohargi: Moodymann - Why Do U Feel

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 17:47:45 -0500

hellohargi:

Moodymann - Why Do U Feel

bulkk: BULKk x C H A P E R O N E

Sun, 04 Nov 2012 17:39:00 -0500

bulkk:

BULKk x C H A P E R O N E

HOLLY HERNDON is such future ex-wife material

Sat, 03 Nov 2012 23:41:08 -0400

HOLLY HERNDON is such future ex-wife material

riannawannabe: BULKk

Sat, 20 Oct 2012 22:50:16 -0400

riannawannabe:

BULKk

bulkk: math

Mon, 15 Oct 2012 17:17:45 -0400

bulkk:

math

bulkk: i wish u wuld / u bitch / u couldntve / tho

Sat, 13 Oct 2012 13:19:42 -0400

bulkk:

i wish u wuld / u bitch / u couldntve / tho

tho

Mon, 24 Sep 2012 19:14:06 -0400

tho

1: he poured bleach in his ears

Fri, 31 Aug 2012 19:57:20 -0400

1: he poured bleach in his ears
2: why would he do that?
1: ...i dunno, why would he pour bleach in his eyes?

Nocturnes for the King of Naples (Edmund White)

Wed, 08 Aug 2012 01:12:31 -0400

i just. really loved it.

somewhat slow-going and hard to read cuz of the mercurial, impressionistic prose, but for the same reason prob the most unique and enthralling reading experience i can remember.

↓↓↓↓↓↓↓

a self-immolating retrospective bent

..if i speak of my beauty it is only because I’ve lost it.

I longed away my childhood, resisted my youth, regretted the rest…

startling off-kilter insights

Self-sufficiency may inspire admiration but not love; frank, hungry need excites pity but tranquilizes desire.

Sustained unhappiness, the sort i was entertaining, goes on too long to tolerate clarity. What it needs is the blur of fog on the side of the hill turned away from the morning sun, the composing fog that eliminates the tricky connections between objects difficult for the painter to render…and suspends in an enveloping medium only those elements grateful to the brush. …Best of all those agents of dilution is fiction-either the fiction of memory or fantasy-for it alone dissolves the entire scene in the cloud, brilliant or black, of desire.

…the outcome is in the stars, never more radiant than when they die, tyrannical novae.

a literal dog named ‘Anxiety’

Straining on her smart leash, as soft and slender as a woman’s waistband, Anxiety would pull her proud, emaciated master down the five flights of stairs into the early spring sunlight.

DIdi liked the dog, too, though in a blunter way more suited to her communist style. They were comrades and Anxiety, hypocritical and ever adaptable, toned down her bourgeois effusiveness when we went for a ride or walk with Didi.

transcendently inventive tropes / sublime detail

One party melting into another and the same opinions repeated again and again, as though conversation were being composed by the strictest serialist and once determined, could only be inverted, transposed, or started from the middle.

…but Didi dismisses them as vapid exhibitionists. ‘Look at their tight pants. Some are fascists, some communists, but to me there is no difference. All cock and ass, cock-ass.’ And this salty dismissal so perfectly expresses her sentiments that she keeps saying it over and over again, ‘Cock-ass, cock-ass.’ if a gold-haired diplomat at a dressy party chats me up, she darts a glance back and forth from his smile to my nod, my laugh to the manicured nail he raises to make a point, and I know that when he leaves she will mumble to his back flaring its muscles under the taut, English wool, ‘Cock-ass.’ … ‘You cannot spot a cock-ass, you are deceived by long lashes and ordinary good manners.’

[of the blushing cheeks of an ingenuous beau]: …the stinging imprint of the first hand that had slapped into breathing an infant who, though now a man, still resented delivery.

the sea, an actress who’d had too much to drink

ecstatic cover design (by Mel Odom, illustrator more commonly of fantasy novels)

an all-time favorite. endlessly captivating and inspiring. aching beauty.

Death in June live 1998, SS Stubnitz, Rostock Germany

Mon, 23 Jul 2012 12:55:23 -0400