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YOU’RE DEAD! A Tumblr IRL by Flying Lotus

The first thing fans saw when they walked into Mack Sennett Studios was Michael Jackson. It was already weird, different and startling.

He pointed them to a smoked out, strobed tunnel that led them inside Flying Lotus’s brain.

A dark maze took them to Timeboy’s Shadowplay, a wall that cast moving images on their shadows.

The final room housed 10-foot pieces of album art, a wall of moving images, more impersonators, a Grim Reaper, an Oculus immersion, and a perfectly-curated lineup of Brainfeeder DJs, a string quartet, a jazz band led by thundercattheamazing and, of course, Flying Lotus, who played his album for his fans to hear for the very first time in this lifetime.

Oh BTW, that’s Herbie Hancock up there.

Artwork by shintarokago0086, strangelooptv and thefrequencymass. Photos and GIFs by ounce.

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flying lotus - you’re dead! listening party

mack sennett studios / september 24th,2014

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These, for me, are the two most depressing paintings in western history. They were painted by post-impressionist Henry de Toulouse-Lautrec, a man who, due to inbreeding, was born with a genetic disorder that prevented his legs from growing after they were broken. After being so thoroughly mocked for is appearance, he became an alcoholic, which is what eventually caused his institutionalization and death. His only known romantic relations were with prostitutes. And then he paints something like this which is so beautiful and tender and sentimental. It seems like the couple in bed really loves each other—cares about each other. Wakes up happy to look at each other. And I see that love and passion and I wonder how lonely he must have been. I wonder how he could paint something like this without it breaking his heart. Maybe they say artists should create what they know, not because its unbelievable when they extend themselves beyond their experiences, but because when they pull it off with such elegance, it’s so damn unbearable to look at. I hate thinking of Lautrec, wondering about the lovers he created and knowing it was beyond his experience. Creating something that he knows is beautiful and knows he’ll never really understand.