Tuesday, November 13, 2012

Riffing Off

The more I see, the less I can see. 


Andy Warhol made the shallow end deep. 


Basquiat stoked the street...until he died. 


“Art is never finished, only abandoned.”  A big reason I love Art Battle  is that you can see colors live in progress and the event forces you to abandon Art sooner. A snapshot of Art in progress is Art itself.


Top: Willem DeKooning in progress at East Hampton (1968) photographed by Linda McCartney. Bottom: Morgan Booth in progress  ( Feb 29, 2012) at Art Battle in Toronto's Great Hall photographed by Eric Forsyth.

Mondrian saw unique patterns. 

345 East 56 Street, New York,  is where he painted Broadway Boogie-Woogie. 

385 1st Avenue, New York, NY

Art transfers into other Art. 

These are screen captures of thoughts in my head riffing as I chronicle other Art. No editing to make it flow.  "Good artists copy, great Artists steal" your mind, heart and soul.  

Saturday, October 27, 2012

Joni: The Creative Odyssey of Joni Mitchell

Read this book while listening to songs as they are cited. 
Look up paintings as they are mentioned. 


If you liked Bob Dylan’s Chronicles, Patti Smith’s Just Kids, or Daniel Lanois’ Soul Mining, this book digs deeper into the mysteries of creativity.

Unlike autobiographies which can often have reflexive self-flattering thoughts about oneself, Katherine Monk probes further into creative behavior in a way a psychiatrist can. Her topic could not have been more challenging: Joni Mitchell. As an Artist, she changed as much as a road-less landscape with each season.

 In this journey, one constant is that a new world is always out there ready to ignite creativity and vision, just sitting there for someone to make kinetic.

 The most gifted Artists have an antenna that reaches for a new world. No one teaches you how to be great. Anything taught is often boxed inside aging rules. And rules by nature encourage settling for less. The great Artists think deeper, feel more and see more. They dare to create original work with its own language many won’t initially understand.

 Music that is truly new will encounter a hip ear that is tone deaf. Pioneering artists travel in your blind spots.

I will never forget how Joni Mitchell in Green Flag Song found this space of lo-fi photography for which I had a passion for. At the time, many people told me, this space had no merit, no meaning and no future. A couple years later, taking cell phone photos became the most popular art form in the world. That's a metaphor for any new art.

This book’s writing goes on its own odyssey, written like a deep letter, unlocking things we thought we knew about creativity in our lives but perhaps did not. It’s a profound exploration of the creative journey. I read this book having already been on a journey and I wondered how I would have seen this book in my more naïve 20s. Why are the same follies repeated in creative pursuits if not naively adopted cyclically by the next 20-something?

Much of the world of music is fiction both on stage and off-stage. Image projection and myth shape the industry more than music itself. Songs themselves are dramatizations of realities. The truth is arrived at through a journey – with a seeing eye tuned by an authentic heart.

There are no interviews with Joni Mitchell for this book. That might be a blessing in disguise. She is not interviewing Joni Mitchell. She is interviewing creativity itself.

Monday, October 8, 2012

Nothing




A silence in the forest
A wind makes no sound
Its leaves are moving

She stills my heart with soothing words
She left you  here in a dream
A memory, or just a thought

The fish, they swim deep into an ocean
In largeness of huge schools
Then invisible

A soul you cannot hear
A thought disappears
Fleeting soundless 

A tree falls, an animal looks
Distant screams have no sound
Edvard Munch painting

The astonaut afloat far from Earth
In zero gravity, in between beats
The stars, a moat

We do not know what you mean
You do not know what I mean
A gulf grows vast in darkness

Her presence it sooths
Her look is beauty
Love

Then nothing. 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

The Beauty of Contradiction





The lyrics articulate a truth wrapped in a contradiction tied in melody with a voice that makes the air feel crisp. Contradictions make the melodies edgy. Expectations and intuition will feel like counterpoint. The words are headed towards a cliff, right to the edge, and then, a lyrical U-turn. Somehow, these songs make the uncomfortable comfortable.
If feelings have expectations, these are syncopated (unexpected). 

(For Tracy Thorne) 

Sunday, September 9, 2012

Getting (Un)Real




A series of posts create a virtual reality

A stream of consciousness enters the brain.

But is it real?

* * * 

Critically acclaimed but historically obscure...

..he studied under Tchaikovsky and taught Rachmaninov

But what makes him unknown yet someone else makes history?  

Celebrity?

Celebrities who were once Artists now have a new reality.

Today everyone’s a celebrity.

For more than 15 minutes

In virtual reality

* * * 

But what makes something real or more real

Does black and white instead of color?

Is it real life...outside of work or play

Or are we governed by illusions or only by what we remember

* * *

The dream factory continues to create.

If fiction fuels emotion more than reality - the unreal determines a lot.


So much of life is seen through songs, movies and novels

...inducing fictional aspirations


A thought is changed by a book

A picture in Instagram changes a look

Innovation was unreal before. 

So was anything unfelt

Without imagination


* * *

Sometimes I wonder if marketing folks ever get  "Vive la différence"

Yet they have a reality:  

Your product only has 1 audience  

Your product has only 1 taste. 

You can predict what that taste will do. 

A brand is a license to predict, conform and make uniform.


* * * 

Movies scenes of a familiar place are now in disguise.

Reality tv is stranger than fiction

A 1919 movie palace is now a bookstore 81 years later

* * *

Sports truly blurs the line between fiction and non-fiction.

It’s just game, they say.

A father pitches to his son after a steroids scandal.

But what is a scandal but for people who have no lives?

No one remembers Letterman’s sex

Today’s news is yesterday’s news.

Today is forgotten in one day 

What stays real – other than leaves that come and go.

* * * 

There is no Great Depression politicians say

Only unprecedented theft from Main Street to Wall Street. 

I woke up from a dream 

Heads Will Roll by Yeah Yeah Yeahs

Was still in my head.

A stream of consciousness experiment derived from status reports. 

Tuesday, August 28, 2012

Geo-Journalism | Map Blogging


I’ve been on an eye-opening path mapping notable stories.

Some fascinating patterns emerged after geo-tagging where notable people go, or where memories last.  


Charles Bukowski moved in a circle around Silver Lake

I’ll save many results for another post...like how prolific history-makers tagged 300+ places and people who became legends tagged 400+ places. Who knew Buffalo Bill had been to more places than any other public figure? Or that Bob Dylan put New York on the map more than any other New Yorker. There are surprises when mapping lives of icons--such as Steve Jobs never setting foot in Canada.  

So far, I’ve mapped 24,300+ stories at 14,300+ addresses.  It was very tedious. I spent  243, 12-hour days, with no other life but  distilling stories and putting them on a map. 

The reward was worth it: A new way to search stories by street address. 


You can see how stories shaped where you are


A collateral reward:  you can see where stories intersect at the same address. For example, Paypal and Google both rented the same office and became successful there.  Steve Jobs, Michael Jackson and Lady Diana once shared the same elevator at the same hotel getting on from different floors. That's a good metaphor for intersections we're seeing visible only when geo-tagging thousands of stories.

To map this, digital forensics has been an important tool to geo-tag  many obscure locations. Compiling digital facts scattered online, I could triangulate many obscure addresses.

Here are some memorable cases to find 5 of 14,300+ addresses.  


The Artist - Picasso 


I had already mapped every residence where Picasso had lived but one. It was bugging me. It felt like mapping  his whole life was incomplete without the address for “La Californie,” his villa in Cannes. There were many posts on activities and exhibits Picasso did there but no address.

While entering keywords for  Picasso, the years, the activities, the neighborhood and the villa, I came across a blogger who in 1951 sought out Picasso at La Californie. He somehow got the address of La Californie  from locals who kept Picasso’s address as secret as JD Salinger’s.  He photographed the address and it turns out, this photo is the only form in which you can find this address online. It is unsearchable!  This was the first of many incidences, where I found an obscure address from an image.

The Dentist



This photo might seem irrelevant, but I spent an hour online trying to figure out where this is. Millions have seen it in a famous movie scene. I googled the partial sign “R.I. Gutier” and got nothing. Then I made out words like “Oral Surgery” in the photo deducing "R.I. Guiter..." was a dentist. I added  “dentist” and Google found an address for Ricardo I Guitierrez at 144000 Roscoe Blvd, Panorama City.  I looked up this address on Google Streetview visually verifying this address matched this photo.

You might recognize this scene from Terminator 2:



What spoiled my search time was that IMDB claimed the famous ATM theft scene was in Reseda, CA, which is nearby but not exactly Panorama City. The Internet can send you on some wild goose chases.

The Traveler



I have been mapping the travels of Jump2Spot co-founder Andrew Burke for many years. Like many chroniclers, Andrew is not in the habit of blogging addresses of where he went. He'll often mention a city, in this case, Moorhead, MN.  Moorhead is where Buddy Holly was headed before his plane crashed. Flooding also ruined many houses in the area in recent years.

Andrew gave only a few clues for where the above photo is.  He noted his grandpa's house, whose address he found in medical records and old scrapbooks,  was from circa 1930 in Moorhead, MN, and near Concordia College.  If you search "yellow house,"  "Moorhead,MN," you get nothing. And  I was not about to search every street on Google Streetview near Concordia College.

But look closer.

Behind Andrew in the photo there’s an address (504)! Having a number without a street is  still useless in Google search, but in Google Images…I searched "yellow House," "504," "Moorhead, MN," and found an image of the house! I had to double check every visual pattern on it and its surroundings  to confirm it was the same house. I clicked the image to get an address 504 6th Street, Moorhead, MN. The house had been bought recently and the real estate listing with this photo was still online. Realtors are actually the best chroniclers of addresses today (photos, details, history and  addresses). They should change professions! 

The Writer



I was dissatisfied to map writer Jack Micheline lived somewhere in Greenwich Village. It felt like lazy geo-journalism for a map blogger. 

But if the Hudson Park Librarian local to the writer didn’t know where Jack lived for 5 years, how would I? The library had posted addresses of almost every notable writer in Greenwich Viillage (100+) and only a few didn’t have an address. 

Here is how I applied digital forensics to find Jack's address.

The trick is to have good key words—“leads”-- to start a search path.  I might Google “Jack Micheline,”  “apartment,” “Greenwich Village” and “lived in” and get lucky. Through some variation of this, I discovered Jack Micheline lived in the "same building" as Howard Hart and Jack Kerouac. I had already mapped Jack Kerouac’s entire life! But it wasn’t going to be that easy. Kerouac couch surfed a lot. Howard Hart is not mentioned living with him in any known Kerouac address I could find. There was only a mention of them performing on 10th Street. I then omitted Kerouac in the search and started to look for Howard Hart apartments. Sure enough, in a Google Book search result, I found a New York address for Howard Hart at 242 West 10th Street fitting the other facts time-lined with Kerouac. So that’s how digital triangulation narrowed down where Jack Micheline lived. 

Triangulation isn’t bullet proof in fact-checking, but for digital mapping, it generates valid pin on a map. Geo-journalism only approximates where something is on a map. Google Maps itself is not accurate, only an approximate projection. Time will allow you to pinpoint further for accuracy with more intel and better technology. 

The Singer

Mapping creativity has yielded a lot of connective stories in parallel places.  After I mapped Joni Mitchell's life, I discovered in a parallel universe my old friend Katherine Monk was writing a book on her (coming soon).  We were doing the same thing at the same time in different ways at two different places!  I've mapped a lot of stories like that. 

Mapping places mentioned in lyrics, where words were written, or where video scenes were made has added a new dimension to my love of music. I mapped the entire lives of Bob Dylan, Joni Mitchell, The Beatles, Daniel Lanois and many other Artists. You can start to chapter creative works by location and see how a movement continued there or was influenced by that spot. Geo-tagging indexes a catalogue superbly well.

Mapping the most popular YouTube videos or where iPod  songs were played in public was very applicable to define the times of a place. 

For decades, I've chronicled music in depth and have taken more than 100,000 photos of Artists. It seemed obvious to map where it all happened or how an Artist traveled to go far in life. I also needed a better way to index my photos. Finding 1 photo out of 100,000 by title was no longer practical. But there's always an address for a musician. Everywhere a musician has played is documented online.  Searching for a photo by address and date would be way easier than by title. 

Each venue, I recently wrote, is like a new amusement ride. A place has its own creative style. I am still confounded by how things happen in music and where. The connections are more creative and magnetic than logical or linear.

Once I was invited to meet Joni Mitchell on the Sunshine Coast in British Columbia where she hangs  but I had to hop on a plane. Soon after, I met her kid in Toronto.  I've mapped a lot of deja vu too. 

The line between privacy and publicity is always blurry in music. Musicians write about so many private things in music publicly. Where I was to meet Joni and where I met her kid twice and had profound conversations was not mapped until I did it. As a chronicler, it would seem remiss to not map key locations for an Artist's life or where an Artist made history. The line between publicizing and privacy is trust I think. Trust is every writer's compass before releasing anything in a song (or map).

Some addresses we have are known only through inside knowledge but within the context of a wealthy atlas of addresses, these addresses do not stand out. 

Long after an Artist dies, the privacy of where an Artist lived no longer matters. But not knowing where they created art is a huge regret for art history.  I still often wait many months if I am unsure when to release a story and its location. 

Wednesday, August 22, 2012

The Disposable Generation



 

When you look back in history

All that is left is writing and art

Works describe every generation

Paper books are passed along to the next reader

Paintings & poetry picture moods of that time

Songs and snapshots define retro

All of history is aglow

* * *

Analog’s the tortoise that continues the road.

Digital’s a hare that runs fast to disappear

Everything Apple ever made will be gone

Downloads will all disappear

We are the Dispoable Generation

* * *

Yesterday's posts, forgotten today

A hunger from malnourishment is fast

Everything we make to be seen

Is seen less and less in less time

Makes you wonder

Was it just a dream

Or just hard to recall

Wiped out by transience

Now you see it, tomorrow it’s gone