Coming 11.29.13
Fai_Ryy
almost home
occasionally subtle
Today's Document
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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Monterey Bay Aquarium
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

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shark vs the universe

Andulka
Cosmic Funnies

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DEAR READER

Product Placement

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trying on a metaphor
wallacepolsom
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Show & Tell
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@davidgreco
Coming 11.29.13
Shameful, I know...
I entered a contest for the chance to record with Don Was. If you don't recognize that name, I suggest you do some googling. It's shameful, I know, but I'd really like your help by viewing and sharing these live performance videos of me singing songs most of you have heard. Your friends may not have, however. Thank you for the help, friends.
My friend, Rod Blackhurst wrote and directed a beautiful short film that you must see. Take the 10 minutes and be sure to stick around through the end. More info at www.alonetimefilm.com.
Part V. Tell your friends.
Here's part III of my Denver show. This is a spoken word piece called Glass, Aluminium & Silicone. Enjoy and share.
Evidence of a recent show I played: Exhibit B. This is called Wind Doesn't Move. The fleshed out version is available here.
A month ago I played a show in Denver. Here's proof. It's a song called What is Not For Certain. It's part 1 of what will be a 6 video series. I really hope you enjoy and share.
Guys! Jason Stocker just released a record that was beautifully crafted with some of the best people who currently exist. Go get this and be refreshed.
Come on out, Denver (and its environs). And by all means, repost.
hitRECord David
I just posted my first RECord! It's a spoken word piece about my tumultuous relationship with my iPhone. Check it out, engage with it, add something to it, etc...
Here's the link.
Jason Stocker
Jason Stocker, my oldest friend in the world – I remember, in kindergarden, looking for him on the playground for a sense of familiarity – is releasing his second record on May 21. It was produced by another long-time friend, Ben Wysocki (The Fray). On May 17, Jason will be playing a record release show in the Denver area. And I’ll be opening the night up (as La Commission). This record means a lot to me. Besides playing on it, I created the artwork for the physical CDs (vinyl probably isn’t happening with this one). All that to say… if you can join us, that’d be lovely. More details on the shows page.
The early rounds of American Idol feature inappropriate contestants with little or no talent who are intentionally let through the cattle call weeding process. This represents an ugly and compelling entertainment spectacle that allows viewers to enjoy the drama of a few elite upper class celebrities verbally torturing some unfortunate neurotic caught in their web. These early scenes are job interviews designed to go horribly wrong. The hopeless contestants seem to deserve this fate because their grotesquely delusional overestimation of their talents and complete lack of understanding of what is expected of them by their prospective employers violates some primal sentiment of self-preservation in us. What they are really being punished for is not a lack of talent. They are being punished for being socially maladapted. Sadistic spectators at a ritual enforcement of conformity, we enjoy watching these sickly deer being culled from the herd. In the later rounds, when we root for the talented underdogs who have made it through the culling process, our sentiment shifts: now we’re thrilled at someone else’s success. But we’re also connecting with our own desire to sell out. Can this person hold on to a vestige of their humanity and individuality while achieving the extreme-sports version of selling out? American Idol openly and engagingly celebrates the triumph of commercialism over art. As viewers, we are rooting for the corporate machine that manufactures these celebrities as much as for the contestants themselves.
KILLER KARAOKE: Reality Television and the Death of the American Middle Class | Press Play
Please go and read this extremely intelligent take on how reality tv contest shows reflect the conditions of our awful economy.
(via perpetua)
This is worth your time, art makers.
The rise and fall of music delivery formats
This is amazing. Had no idea this even existed.
No words.
self portrait.
one of my favorite songs performed beautifully by someone who is clearly not bob dylan. still, well done, guys. you may have a future making records.