Gjon Mili, Jascha Heifetz playing Violin in Mili’s darkened Studio as Light attached to his Bow Traces the Bow Movement, 1952
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Gjon Mili, Jascha Heifetz playing Violin in Mili’s darkened Studio as Light attached to his Bow Traces the Bow Movement, 1952
Gjon Mili, Nude Descending a Staircase (After Marcel Duchcamp’s Nude Descending a Staircase), 1949
Gjon Mili, Gene Krupa playing Drum, 1941
Our luncheon companions were rather noisy.
Fun with lamination... Trixies show prep. (at Malvern Hills)
Look what came in the post... (at West Malvern)
http://tylermassey.bandcamp.com/track/the-devil-you-know
This is my obligatory promo video.
American Nightmare by Tyler Massey (that’s me) is out on bandcamp now!
Mastering Day!
Christmas charity mix from my favourite record shop. All proceeds go to the Malvern Food Bank. I'm on there between Woody Guthrie and Mose Allison (wow). (at Carnival Records)
LAUNCH DAY! At long last, Whipping Boy is available for download. Play it for your friends. Play it for your family members. Play it for people you don't even like. Share it, stream it, buy it... and let me know what you think I should do with it. (Rude suggestions on a postcard, please)
http://tylermassey.bandcamp.com/track/whipping-boy
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My new song is streaming now.
Before Smart Phones, Racist American Cops Were Just As Prevalent
In the early 1990s, I went to a keg party with my girlfriend, who had a part-time job as a waitress at Olive Garden. “We always hang out with your friends, can we go to my work party?” She was right: how could I say no? I had never met anyone there, so I stayed on the porch, near the music and the keg. I struck up a conversation with a guy (who happened to be African-American) and started having fun.
Then, the police arrived: one of the neighbours had complained about the noise. They were extremely aggressive and openly racist towards the guy I was with, calling him “boy”, pushing him, threatening arrest. Then, they left. My new friend was visibly upset, and crying uncontrollably. He was a middle class suburban college student who had never been treated that way in his life, and he was shocked. “It’s not their fault that they’re bigots,” I said, consolingly. “Their parents obviously didn’t raise them right.”
SURPRISE. They were hiding nearby and heard me. We were immediately hand cuffed and sat down on the lawn. The homeowner (party thrower and birthday boy, as I later found out) came out and demanded why we were being arrested (a fair question; it turned out to be “disturbing the peace”). As it happened, this man was also African-American.
It was almost instantaneous: they grabbed for him, he twisted his arm. I blinked and he was on the ground, also cuffed. I blinked again and seven large cops were beating him with flashlights. They knocked several of his teeth out, broke his arm, several of his ribs and closed his right eye. I was certain that I would be next, and considered trying to run (that would have been insane). It all happened very quickly: soon we were in a cell together.
He was not given medical attention: he was beaten again and again (they turned me to the wall so that I could not be a visual witness to the felony assault they committed in the cell). Once they figured out who I was (my father was a well-known and well-loved journalist, they tried to let me go. “Why were you hanging around with these n*****s?” they asked me. Speechless, I told them to put me back in the cell, and wouldn’t leave until we were all three arraigned. They lied to the judge, and didn’t call for medical attention until the judge forced them to.
Months later, I represented us in court because the public defender we were offered was just as racist as the cops who nearly beat a man to death in my presence. The case was thrown out of court, and the police got a slap on the wrists.
This shit has been going on since the first African person landed in America: we all just have video cameras now.
This is me in the street when I see an old person who voted Leave.
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A man goes to his doctor and says “I want to be ten feet tall.”
‘You can’t,’ says the doctor. ‘It isn’t possible to become that tall. No one has ever even grown that tall naturally.’
“Why can’t I be ten feet tall? It’s what I want.”
‘It would involve medical procedures that haven’t been invented yet. Even if we could do it, it might kill you or paralyse you.’
“We’ll see about that. I’m going to hold a vote on being ten feet tall.”
‘Good luck with it, but I’m not going to help you.’
The man comes back. “I won the vote! Everyone wants me to be ten feet tall.”
‘You still can’t do it, even if we broke all your bones and tried experimental surgery, it wouldn’t work.’
“You have to help me become ten feet tall.”
‘No. It is a stupid, unachievable idea. I’m going to call a psychiatrist instead.’
“You’re not a real doctor! I bet you’ve never helped anyone!”
The men in white arrive...