#long-form

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[maddiem4]

Do you want to listen to an old communist hag ad-lib a manifesto to a random Twitch follower? Did you miss the golden age of interoperable chat apps? WELL BOY HOWDY DO I GOT NEARLY AN HOUR OF CONTENT FOR YOU!

This was the big insane edit job that taught me a lesson in "holy fuck it's not sustainable to manually caption a 40 minute video." A very important category of lesson. It's not a large category, but I have suffered greatly in learning it. I will probably upload all of my VODs at some point with minor editing, but that's a giant project, and will not involve caption work. Just mild security censorship as necessary and some timestamps. I won't upload shorts while doing that, because again, this way lies insanity.

[alchemisland]

[dustedmagazine]

Thurston Moore — Spirit Counsel (Daydream Library)

This year's Battery Park, NYC: July 4, 2008 offered a bittersweet look back for Sonic Youth fans. Thurston Moore shows little interest in nostalgia on his new release, the three-disc Spirit Counsel set. Instead he explores his predecessors and his own past work as ways to push forward, creating a series of lengthy extended compositions that unexpectedly warrant their run times as they look into avant-garde guitar tones and formal structures.

In “Alice Moki Jayne,” Moore pays tribute to three artists important to his own thinking: jazz musician Alice Coltrane, visual artist Moki Cherry, and poet and activist Jayne Cortez. The song doesn't draw directly on the works of these artists; it takes a spiritual sort of direction from them (as the album title might imply). Moore's composition stretches out for over an hour. He takes his time here, a few ringing notes and a bit of sustain turning into a contemplative practice. The entire set takes patience, not only to listen to but also to perform. The musicians play with no hurry. To do so would be to miss the import of the track. As the band moves between meditation and anxiety, a struggle emerges. There's no cheap way, no simple resolution into basic chord.  

Sonic Youth fans might catch some energy in the middle of this track. For a stretch, the band moves from its avant-garde into its indie-rock mode, a shift perfectly apt for Moore (and his previous album Rock n Roll Consciousness likewise blended the two adjacent fields). The moment's relatively brief, given the track's duration. The piece moves onto bits that chime and bits that buzz, noisy squelches in conversation with peaceful tones and 1990s riffing.  

The disc's shortest track at just half an hour, “8 Spring Street” references Glenn Branca, though the composer's influences can be seen across Spirit Counsel. In fact, this track, despite the nod to Branca's address, feels less like a descendent of his work and more like a reminder for us of Moore's roots. It's a solo number, though it feels at times as if Moore has an accompanist. He gets a full ringing tone while sorting his way through a melody above his own not-quite-a-drone backing sound. If it doesn't sound like Branca, it suggests the sort of thinking that went on in their work together.  

“Galaxies (Sky)” takes a different approach, assembling 12 musicians on 12-string guitars. The song begins with a thinner sound than “8 Spring Street” as everyone plucks and plinks and generally figures out what they're doing as an intro. The sound, of course, gets big, but it's a strange sound. Each instrument maintains a classic 12-string chime and brightness, but together it turns into something underworldly. Imagine all your favorite jangle bands warming up in a large, resonant cavern, and you'll get the idea. This composition feels less directed, at least until the fuzz and the darkness set in about halfway through. “Alice Moki Jayne” pulled between peace and distress, but this one goes into the middle of the scariness to try to find some sort of rest in the midst of it before ultimately deciding just to leave with an uncomfortable bit of horror-shimmer.  

Spirit Counsel doesn't make for an easy listen, but largely because of its length. Moore's compositional work and tonal explorations remain intriguing on repeated listens. The music reflects on his various interests in a large scale way, and yet the microscopic adjustments throughout each piece drive the songs. The album is neither Daydream Nation nor The Ascension, but it's a wonderful part of that surprisingly coherent lineage.  

Justin Cober-Lake

[yeslabyrinth]

YOU SHOULD BE ABLE TO DO... STRANGER SCENES

I'm starting a new series called, "You Should Be Able To Do...", where I explore ways of doing scenes we're told not to do in improv. There are a lot of place holder rules that we teach newer improvisers as a way of avoiding difficult scenes, but I think it's easier to equip them with the tools they need for these scenes. Scenes like: Transaction scenes Teaching scenes Argumentative scenes All of these things are actually going to be fairly common scenes, so instead of steering our students to just avoid them outright, what if we taught them how to navigate the pitfalls these scenes have? Instead of kicking the can down the road, and saying, "Just avoid that for now.", what if show them how easy these scenes can be? Today, I want to start with the most common one of these. DON'T DO STRANGER SCENES Stranger scenes can be tricky for a few reasons. The most glaring reason is that these are two characters who don't know each other, and almost any good improv scene is going to be built on the relationship of the characters in the scene, so if you don't know each other, what's your relationship? I think this is an inherently incorrect line of thinking that just keeps getting passed down through the generations of improv schools, and it's one of the main reasons we don't do stranger scenes. We equate knowing each other as having a relationship, but your relationship to someone isn't solely defined by HOW you are connected (mother/brother/friend/wife/teacher/etc.), but the way in which people regard and behave towards each other. For example, I have seen a lot of scenes go wrong with a husband, and wife even though it was completely obvious to the audience that they were husband, and wife. What made these scenes fall flat isn't that I didn't know how these characters knew each other, but that I didn't know how they felt about each other, or why they felt that way. A good way to think of this is by doing an exercise called "showing your relationship." I have two people do a scene, and I whisper their relationship to them individually, and how they feel about each other, but I don't tell their classmates, and they aren't allowed to say the relationship in scene. After the scene is over, I have the class try to guess the relationship, and how long they've known each other, but guess what? There is a twist! I told each of them a different relationship, and a different amount of time they've known each other. That must mean these scenes are just a clusterfuck of miscommunication, right? Actually, they are almost always really good scenes because each improviser knows who they are, and assumes the other person is thinking the same thing. So, if I told one person "You're happily married for ten years.", and the other person, "You're a newlywed who immediately regrets that decision.", even though those are two different viewpoints, they are two CLEAR viewpoints. Each improviser is able to just listen, and react to the behavior their scene partner is giving them, and they know their own behavior, so these scenes are grounded on two clear points of view, even if they are contradictory. The relationship doesn't need to be named because the audience clearly sees how they feel about each other, and each person is a character with a clear emotion, or point of view. It all goes back to that thing of "Show. Don't tell." If you are trying to avoid being in a stranger scene, and so you say things like, "We've been married for 10 years.", or, "We've been best buds since high school.", that's fine, but your behavior has to mirror that choice. Your words don't matter if you don't show that relationship in your physicality, and in your actions in a scene. Often, improvisers will add, "I love you.", as a means of making it clear what their relationship is to the other person, but if you say that, and it sounds forced, or none of your other actions in the scene show you love them, it comes across as a false choice to the audience. Whereas if we both play two characters who are deeply gazing each other's eyes, and holding hands, and just hanging on each other's words, the details of our exact relationship aren't nearly as important as our physicality, and your behavior. I have said it here before, and I will repeat it again just because it's a timeless piece of acting advice from Meisner. AN OUNCE OF BEHAVIOR IS WORTH A POUND OF WORDS. Just to clarify, that doesn't mean don't be specific. Labeling your relationship is fine, and specificity is always great in improv. Just know that saying your relationship title means nothing if you don't show it to an audience. Specificity of behavior trumps specificity of titles. And this gets me back to stranger scenes. Say you are two strangers waiting for a bus. How do you do this scene since the two of you have no deep emotional connections, or history? Well, you start by figuring out your rapport right now. By this, I mean make observations about each other, and also, give gifts to one another. If your scene partner looks like they are somewhat grumpy that you are talking to them, point that out, and explore it. If they are being really nice, how does that make your character feel? Say that. Think about this. Almost every improv scene you have ever started begins as a stranger scene. Unless someone specifically starts with, "Hey, mom, get in here.", you don't know your exact relationship. You have to rely on clues from your dialogue, inferring context from the way you behave toward them, and things like status dynamics to try to figure out your relationship to this other person. After twenty or thirty seconds, you might realize that this feels like a mother and child, so you call the person in the scene mom. You label it, but that label doesn't change everything you have built up to until that point. If it was a bratty kid/parent dynamic, or a overbearing parent/child dynamic, or a hip parent/uncool kid dynamic, those specifics dynamics to your relationship do more for you than knowing if it was your mom, or your dad, or your uncle. It's great that you labeled the relationship, and now both characters know for sure they are mom or dad, but what is going to provide the fuel for this scene is not that, it's how you behave and react to each other. You have lots of friends, but how many can you really open up with? How many do you just party with? How many are mostly facebook friends? They are all labeled as your “friend”, but the specific way in which you treat each other defines your relationship more than that one word.  The next time you find yourself in a scene playing strangers, don’t panic, or worry that you don’t have a relationship. You do! It’s the way you treat the other person, and the way they make you feel in a scene. Dig into that information, and you’ll see that a relationship isn’t solely defined by a label. 

[kinsie]

This page collates all the stuff I did, in the hopes that it'll help other people get these games working on their machines with a minimum amount of swearing.

I refreshed my ancient website and wrote up a little article for it inspired by GOG not doing their goddamn jobs properly.

Recently, I picked up the GOG copies of the original Tomb Raider games in a fit of nostalgia. Unfortunately, since GOG are actually not that fantastic at making sure their games actually work properly on modern computers, I had to do a bunch of funky shit to get them to function as I wanted them to. This page collates all the stuff I did, in the hopes that it'll help other people get these games working on their machines with a minimum amount of swearing.

For context, since I prefer old games to be windowed (since they're easier to stream etc.), my configurations aim to get the games working somewhat as intended in a 1024x768 window. You should only need minor adjustments to take this to fit whatever other perverse setting you desire.

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Anonymetrix

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