My latest Tokyo Weekender article “Why I’m Glad I Got Stuck in Japan During Covid-19” is several hours old and since it got published the response has been a ringing fire house. It’s on fire. I’m mad humbled. Thank you. At the moment my daughter is adjusting to elementary school, which is an incredible challenge. Every morning it’s like she’s getting ready to run through a gladiator course. “Dad, I’m going in. I’m going in,” she says in so many …
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Looking at David Ball’s mixed-media paintings is analogous to staring at alien creatures that function as your reflection. They exist in a parallel universe where life is represented through cultural fragments that are made to unlock as opposed to enslave. When watched, the paper hearts of these colorful creatures feverishly swell and sputter, “friend or foe?” Trapped in an undefined narrative, they are frozen in motion, in a space and time that dances on the inside of eyelids. Ball, who …
It’s a Sunday night, The Knitting Factory, downtown Manhattan. 9/11 was four years ago. New York City is fighting to get passed the cutting down of its two middle fingers. Ground zero is still a gapping wound. In response, America has dropped cluster bombs on children, invaded Iraq under false pretense, and rolled tanks down Broadway. Taps are on everybody’s phone. Show goers at the Factory are looking to combat the worst of human behavior. They’re here to see Swamburger, …
I’ve known Homeboy Sandman for quite sometime now. We actually met at an outdoor concert thrown by our homie Tah Phrum Duh Bush in Downtown Brooklyn about seven years ago. I had heard his name swinging around a bit before hand so when I saw him actually rock on stage I was impressed. Sometime that day we fell into a casual conversation and the fact that I was a producer came up, now at that point I mainly had done only production …
For the past seven years David Young V has been living in San Francisco, CA, obsessively building his career as an artist. His series of intricate pen and ink paintings reveal a future generation whose ancestral umbilical chord has been cut off from the past. There is no United States, it’s tribal country, a post apocalyptic San Francisco where there’s left, right, fascism and neutrality. Tribes co-exist in an effort to survive, oppress, liberate, enslave or uplift each other. It’s …
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