melafesto 14....

....... heartland.


all those sentences that are written down and almost forgotten. and then all of a sudden. i rip them apart and put them together in a weird way. again. so enjoy this melafesto.

music by nine inch nails. from the ghost album.



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home sweet home

Thanks to wonderful Orange 94.0! From today on the melafestos have a new home....
up to now only melafesto 13 is up... and i am not sure whether or not to upload the old ones... if you desperatly need one.. just let me know.

stay happy......

medienarchiv... is down

dear people...

i am currently searching for a new home for the melafesto podcasts.


please. be patient.

... finally... eventually...

melafesto 13

sometimes some songs get stuck in my head. and then they seem to change their meaning and direction with my voice attached.

hopefully depeche mode, jimmy webb, jay-z and bob dylan aren't too mad at me for quoting their songs in a very idiosyncratic way. twisting and merging their lyrics into something else. the 'there is a hole ...' parts date back to april last year and are out of my notebook.. kind of waited there for the right moment to be released.

Amazing composer and musician Marzo did the soundtrack for this melafesto exclusively.
Please visit his myspace: http://www.myspace.com/marzosounds



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.... watch this place ....

things are going on in the melafesto world.

stay prepared for an exhibition in may 2008 at the QDK in vienna.

Melafesto 12

sorry that it took that long. but the heatwave was setting in late spring.. and well.. here it is .

Melafesto 12.


Music by cloudscapes. Thank you very much etienne!

this melafesto is about excitment and dedication. it is about the nothingness and the somethingness of very important things. as you might see i am still trying to explore the possibilities of what i want to do and i am still not right there but i felt like another 11x is not what i should do.

feedback is very much welcome

x

Despite all my Rage .....

What is a good line to start a plot? Sometimes you can see all that will happen in a movie in the first 5 to 10 minutes. That sequence is like a Freudian 'original trauma'. Right.. that's a bit heavy to start a plot isn't it? Today I on my way to work I saw two guys acting like Mary Poppins dancing on a roof. That's a scary thing to watch, out of a bus at a busy intersection.

On my way home I saw a broken window. The window as in a building right next to the street. The street my bus goes along is pretty much filled with tristesse. It is a very ugly area with a lot of shabby old buildings. Somehow casual 1950'ies architecture is making me sad.

It has the odour of a Godard movie attached. Any moment some one could be shot. Or drop dead out of boredom. Somehow smashed windows act desperately. A piece of curtain was showing. In my mind a bunch of future designer will take pictures of it and put it on artsy websites illustrating romanticism. A flickr group will vote said window picture into the web2.0 listings. There goes 1990'ies aesthetics. Nan Golding photo-alike pictures capturing long gone hedonism. The 90s turned into the new 80s. None would wear that clothes anymore. Please lets keep 1990s theory for a little longer though. We could hide the hideous cover art in grey paper. Lets just keep reading.

While being at it lets invent some new guidelines for kitsch. A new camp is needed. Now that everybody has his/her self imported plastic Jesus in the living room. Pack the coloured lamps away, Technicolor has gone mainstream baby, it doesn't glow no more. The FAQs should contain a line that pointing at something isn't allowed unless it is the opposite direction of where you look at.

In the meanwhile until the paint dries shake all polka dots out of your wardrobe and burn your converse in public. They're not making you an individual baby, not more than the guy over there. He is pretty cool, that little tomboy.

Another question raising up could be why 1968 pedagogy went all wrong? Why did participation turn into a foul creativity, where everybody is painting with finger-paint on glass, taking pictures of said sad windows and playing the same Joy Division chords again and again? When did activity start to be equalized with restless actions? At which point did NLP hit in? Are you having pictures of ice skating girls on your mind whenever you listen to Mozart?

Someone is running a 'cuteness' attack against my daily life. The united forces of former Mickey Mouse Club Members are working on a take over. Tick, Trick and Track are getting their 'Fähnlein Fieselschweif' Book out. It is an evil Version of Wikipedia with no editing allowed. One Day we'll all wake up having huge, teary Manga eyes. Some Synthie-Euro-Trash-Dance-Trance Playlist will be used to introduce the last minutes until the Lobotomy gets effective. Eventually that's FMMCMUs Plan B but how should I know.

How many levels does it need for a good plot? How many times do they have to cross, come close or reject each other? Does a good plot have a self referential history? Something like a memory of its contents. What would be a level anyway? There is nothing but surface and tension.

When did you learn about the ways to act like a novel character? How did you apply artists egocentric behaviour to your minimalist mainstream smile? My first memory about that might be listening to 'Cinderella' at the age of 4 feeling that I might be all princess style. Thankfully my Winnetou attitude was harmonizing along.

Did we know that it might be wrong to write essays for contests, jump on the Lomo hype taking pictures of fruit and street signs? Anybody can be an artist. Fuck you Beuys. Fuck you Adorno too. Fuck you Garamond 8pt Web Designers. Fuck you Usabilty Managers and Tracking Cookies. My rage has not even reached the break even point. Therefore this might be continued.

Stay happy.