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Movement.

Ve čtvrtek se Radiotron a JANDL stěhujou. Kousek od Jiřáku zahajujeme novou etapu obou firem. Studio a kancly v jednom, splněnej sen. Factory? Kéžby.

Projekt se Zdendou se chýlí ke svý polovině – zdá se, že pomalu máme všechny songy na album a začneme je dodělávat. Polysix, Crumar a Moog jsou středobod produkce. Společně ale s inspirativníma efektama od Universal Audio a nepostradatelnejma aplikacema pro iPad, především mým oblíbeným NanoStudio.

Turné s Prostitutes bylo asi fakt nejlepší so far. Hodně lidí, dobrý kluby, dobrý koncerty, dobrý hosti – Dead Pope’s Company a Dogsbodies. Užili jsme si to a vlilo nám to docházející optimismus do žil.

Byl jsem na koncertě vlastních dětí – Šimona a Lízy. Getting old zřejmě. Začali letos zpívat ve sboru a mají úspěchy. Zpívaj hezky, mají zajímavej repertoár a nadšenou sbormistryni. A jeptišku na bonga a housle. Občas člověku cukaj koutky.

Poslouchám Veto – Sinus Point Break, už asi měsíc. Ta deska mě fascinuje. Mix, skladby, eklektismus, intelektuální přístup udrženej na uzdě smíchanej s ideální dávkou popu.

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Z nedávno koupenejch alb stojí ještě za zmínku The Next Day od Bowieho, nový B.R.M.C., který jsou prostě pořád stejný a pořád stejně dobrý. Našel jsem konečně důvod, proč jít v červnu na Portishead. Je to jejich předkapela Savages:

Problém je, že se křížej s Claptonem a já asi dám přednost klasice před vyčpělou ukňouranou alternativou z devadesátek. Bude to těžká volba, kterou za mě určitě vyřeší práce a nepůjdu nikam.

Nový Depeche Mode jsem ještě neměl sílu doposlechnout ani jednou celý. Už je to asi opravdu definitivně mimo mě a tak se přirozeně největším depešákem v rodině stal můj jedenáctiletej syn.

Čtu John Wray: Spodek. Jsem na začátku a baví mě to moc. Hodně podivnej způsob vyprávění plnej fyzikálních detailů o šestnáctiletym klukovi v newyorskym metru. Celkem hezkej obal, mimochodem.

Tucznak nám udělal nový swiss-typo designy triček. K dostání brzo na koncertech a eshopu.

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V práci makáme na nejhorší charitativní písni roku a zabejváme se tím, jak proměnit festivalovej stan jednoho našeho klienta v instatní sci-fi.

Performing arts

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Vcera jsem byl na predstaveni Cirkev Michala Pechoucka v Novy Synteze. Tam musim hrat! Je to nejlepsi prostor za dlouhou dobu. Predstavit tam soundtrack nazivo jako hudebni divadlo je idea, ktera me od vcerejska neda spat. Ted jeste jak a s kym.

Node: Code Mode

Saturday’s and Sunday’s afternoon spent in an old Karlín factory hall, meeting friends, looking after kids and wandering through countless of kiosks and corners with “new” or “independent” fashion. We spent some money for a painted sleeve, a tie and a convertible trousers/skirt/t-shirt from our beloved KOKO, a designer who designs the special collection of The Prostitutes merchandising. We bought earrings, a retro robot, a little creatures window lighting, a pillow, hair-clips and some giraffe-pendant. Some for adults, some for kids. We liked shoes in general – some hand made, some retro-sneakers, some new ones. Code Mode looks like from a different city, but it’s great that it isn’t and Prague looked for a weekend as a better place to live again.

Photo set here.

Big Mag, Big Mouth.

A column written for Instinkt magazine this week:

Výstava “BigMag – Jiné časopisy v Česku po roce 1989” v pražské galerii DOX vypráví sice jen mezi řádky, ale i tak intenzivně, o historii české hudební nezávislé scény v době, kdy jsem ji i já vnímal a prožíval nejsilněji. Vyprávění to není ani příjemně melancholické ani optimistické. Spíš jsem měl celou dobu pocit, že se probírám exponáty nějaké zaniklé, ne moc vyspělé mikro-civilizace, která nikdy nebyla rozvinutá a po celé řadě neobratných pokusů plných touhy a osobního nasazení jednotlivců zanikla. Skončila v zaprášeném rohu jako memento. Jenže mě taky napadlo, že to rozhodně není grafickým zpracováním. To je naopak důvod pro návštěvu téhle povedené expozice. Výstava zmařených tužeb, od anarcho-punkových fanzinů, přes první okouzlení ostrovní scénou v časopise Point, nezpočet titulů dotýkajících se klubové taneční scény posledních dvaceti let, Živel, Ultramix, vypráví něco ne uplně sympatického o té naší “scéně” – totální ignorance publika opětovaná častou arogancí autorů, témata pro těžko říct koho, strach z kolaborace s komercí vedoucí do izolace a slovník sekty jsou nedílnou součástí úpadku všech pokusů o silnou, vlastní, ne jen pražskou hudební subkulturu. Ta tu sice vždycky jednou za pár let vyklíčí, ale dopadne jak fazole v Petriho miskách na základní škole.

Autumn leaves.

The brand new poster for the autumn tour of The Prostitutes. Photo by Jan Trnka, who did the last and personally my most favorite photo-shoot of the band. Graphic design by Lukáš Franz, designer behind most of our posters in last two years and art director of Experimentální prostor Mumie in Ústí nad Labem.

More than you always wanted to know about sex and life and you didn’t want to ask.

It’s quite delayed as this is the last year’s book but it would be a big shame not to mention it. The best I read recently. The only one i finished. The Death of Bunny Munro (Smrt Zajdy Munroa) by Nick Cave. As much as he didn’t fulfill my expectations as a musician in The Road, as a writer he describes a kind-of-similar journey of Mr. Munro with ease and total inspiration. The epic and nihilistic story of an idiot and his descendant and his last days, the lovely son, damned coworkers, desperate housewives and other creatures brilliantly told by a master of dirty stories and crystal clear wording himself. You will laugh how bad, filthy and nasty Munro’s world is. You’ll be amazed how true and real it feels even though you don’t want to admit any similarity with your own life. And you’ll be confused with your feelings towards the main character. Munro was the biggest damned loser and criminal and a normal man just losing his track at the same time to me. Strong story, great characters, perfect vocabulary and disarming frankness of the author is not everything but this is the beef which makes the book so great.

There is something more treasured just for the readers of Czech edition. Amazing translation by Michala Marková is just a pleasure to swallow. It’s so rare to read a translation and enjoy the full beauty of your own language in a complete contemporary way without having a feeling that the translator is basically out and trying to hit the right targets by using words somebody told him they are cool but he actually never used them. Marková works with the vocabulary of contemporary Czech with an unbelievable fit combining the cool storyteller language with the hard slag of the street. Cave, the publisher and readers should thank to Marková for such a great job. The fact that it was translated by a woman is, without indicating anything chauvinistic, alarming and made me blush sometimes – do really women know so much about us, filthy men?

I definitely shouldn’t forget the outstanding cover art by Kateřina Bažantová aka Ktaiwanita. And the bronze shining hard cover and binding under the jacket is the final touch which makes this book a perfect Argo publication from the beginning to the end.

Art hurts. Thanks God.

Liars – Sisterworld
This is dark, consciously compromise-free music. If you want to know what is the difference between boybands dressed as rockers and the real stuff, this is it. But prepare yourself for some serious discomfort.

Spam – Karel Gott Prager
Vladimir 518, David Vrbík, Ondřej Anděra

KB bank building at Prague’s Smíchov is definitely one of the worst pieces of 80’s architecture, Nová scéna of National Theatre in Prague rises debates still after decades and building of former Federal Assembly is acceptable with huge amount of memory loss. These two rappers (and visual artists) and a sound engineer didn’t convinced me that Karel Prager is the biggest architect of 20th century in Czech Republic. I don’t like what he did and I don’t like his collaborative approach to the communist regime. I don’t like very much the way he changed Prague and I don’t think he was a prophet or something like that. But I understand reasons why these guys like him, probably more or less as a symbol of a landscape change and lust for rutting and building – something we, people living in open-air museum, can understand. A fist into the face of Prague in architectural sense transformed into an hour of aggressive and progressive audiovisual composition. I can imagine this can be the new way how college lectures should look like in 21th century. Intense, deep dive into the theme. You can feel how Pragers architecture hurts the city. Seen live in October in former Federal Assembly building and a week ago at Nová scéna.

Video of the composition here at artycok.tv captured by Ivan Svoboda.

Video revolution.

Last months brought to us a real video revolution. It is called Canon EOS 7d (budget) respectively 5d (over budget). For a price of a still camera with quality lenses you are capable to create a moving pictures able to compete with the real thing – at least better than any other digital solution since. Here are some of my favorite 7d movies:

The second revolution goes even further. For free you can do a film on a location you’ve never been to. Creative forces are limited yet challenging. Google maps, street view, here we go.

Revolutionary. Breathtaking.

How the Doggie and the Pussycat did an art exhibition.

The exhibition of the work of Josef Čapek in Jízdárna, Prague Castle is big. Probably the biggest of this phenomenal modern czech painter/writer. And one of the most important exhibition in Czech Republic in 2009/2010 indeed.

But to enjoy it might be a bit tricky, not because of its dimensions (Bauhaus or Corbusier in Berlin were way bigger and it was quite easy to keep my eyes open and focused) but because of the treatment of the exhibition.

First: The substance.
Exploration of the individual boxes of the exhibitions space dedicated always to one specific topic of Čapek’s work and introduced by authors own citation confused me quite often by shown pieces visibly from a different area of his work. I bet there was a strong reason why the curator put these works together, but without explanation you have to be the curator, an experienced art scientist, an oracle or Čapek himself to understand the hidden substance of the ordering of these pictures. The submission of some paintings, roughs, drawings and pictures documenting the artist’s groping and immaturity or his romantic tendency to lend his talent to cheap politic proclamations is questionable but in the end of the day – it is a biographic union exhibition, so there is no rule that everything shown has to elevate the spirit of the visitor to new artistic heights. The quantity vs. the quality problem seems to me as the strongest output of the exhibition and the curators desired outcome quite unclear (besides the idea of making it big).

Second: The form.
The exhibition closes at 6PM, not very friendly to contemporary lifestyle but acceptable. We came to Jízdárna at 5PM having an hour (not much) to go through the whole exhibition. But at 5.40 a commando of Makropulos bitches started an ambush trying to kick us off the gallery. Instead of diving into Čapeks art, we spent last 20 minutes by arguing, loosing a fifth of our actual time with people which should help visitors to enjoy the exhibition, in an open fight. Instead of a spiritual renewal my soul was attacked by atavistic rage and anger and I felt like shit for the rest of the day. Partly because I was shouting loud at old ladies, partly I was beaten by old badly mannered whores. And instead of the work of Josef Čapek the topic for the evening was: When all these communist zombies will finally die and their poisoned brains will turn into dust? When even the state galleries will understand that they are not jails for art sometimes having “an open door” policy (when they want to), but they are a public service and they should serve not only with perfection but with selected manners corresponding with their line of business? Thanx God we have DOX, Rudolfinum gallery and steadily growing amount of others.

By the way, you can support the DOX gallery by becoming “a friend” and having a free entrance for you and your friend for the whole year that way. I bought one of these for my friend as a Christmas present, but mind that it’s never too late to donate.

Josef Čapek, selfportrait


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