RADIOS&BOOKS: November 2014

11.07.2014

zero theories

Cajmere & Oliver w/ Dajae: We Can Make It

“Greenwich Mean Time” rolls off the tongue. It seems natural: of course Greenwich is the center. But the French understood perfectly well, for example, that who controls the zero of longitude, the zero point of time, controls something about the mapping of the world and its symbolic ownership, as well as the practical aspects of using admiralty maps to run the world’s shipping...."

william kentridge with peter galison in conversation w/ m. koerner full interview here

Twinn Theory (8 minutes and 11 seconds on BAHN between Kassel-Wilhelmshohe and Paris Est)

A short film on "The Refusal of Time: William Kentridge and Peter Galison" 100 Thoughts/ 100 Notes Documenta Series No. 009. By Theo Boggs, 2012.

Editor's note: This message marks the end of Architecture and Mortality, as we have reached the 200 track limit on our 2nd Youtube playlist for RADIOS & BOOKS. Our next section will begin after a brief break. Don't Litter. Bon Weekend.

affirmation (amen)

‘Tonight August 3rd 1973 my only known cousin died in an incredible way’, he wrote. ‘His talk on the phone with his mother was interrupted by “the ceiling’s falling” ... He and his wife were living in the Broadway central that was demolished by an unknown force making it collapse instantly without warning. All around the accident the city assembled its emergency gear. Crowding and hysteria dissolved into a reaffirmation of immediate disintegration.’

Excerpt: Gordon Matta Clark's diary. From "Towards Anarchitecture: Gordon Matta Clark and Le Corbusier." By James Attlee. Tate Papers, full text here.

Clarence Carter and Calvin Scott - Step by Step

11.05.2014

paradise (2)

-- I was surrounded by three squad cars in Tucson Arizona at 2 A.M. as I was walking pack-on-back for a night's sweet sleep in the red moon desert:

"Where you goin'?"

"Sleep."

"Sleep where?"

"On the sand."

"Why?"

"Got my sleeping bag."

"Why?"

"Studyin' the great outdoors."

"Who are you? Let's see your identification."

"I just spent a summer with the Forest Service."

"Did you get paid?"

"Yeah."

"Then why don't you go to a hotel?"

"I like it better outdoors and it's free."

"Why?"

"Because I'm studying hobo."

"What's so good about that?"

Excerpt: JK, Dharma Bums

IF I HAD A HAMMER: SAM COOKE (AT THE COPA, 1964)

HARDRIVE: DEEP INSIDE

11.04.2014

Italian Hall

1913 Massacre, By Woody Guthrie

Lyrics:

1913 Massacre

Words and Music by Woody Guthrie

Take a trip with me in 1913,

To Calumet, Michigan, in the copper country.

I will take you to a place called Italian Hall,

Where the miners are having their big Christmas ball.

I will take you in a door and up a high stairs,

Singing and dancing is heard everywhere,

I will let you shake hands with the people you see,

And watch the kids dance around the big Christmas tree.

You ask about work and you ask about pay,

They'll tell you they make less than a dollar a day,

Working the copper claims, risking their lives,

So it's fun to spend Christmas with children and wives.

There's talking and laughing and songs in the air,

And the spirit of Christmas is there everywhere,

Before you know it you're friends with us all,

And you're dancing around and around in the hall.

Well a little girl sits down by the Christmas tree lights,

To play the piano so you gotta keep quiet,

To hear all this fun you would not realize,

That the copper boss' thug men are milling outside.

The copper boss' thugs stuck their heads in the door,

One of them yelled and he screamed, "there's a fire,"

A lady she hollered, "there's no such a thing.

Keep on with your party, there's no such thing."

A few people rushed and it was only a few,

"It's just the thugs and the scabs fooling you,"

A man grabbed his daughter and carried her down,

But the thugs held the door and he could not get out.

And then others followed, a hundred or more,

But most everybody remained on the floor,

The gun thugs they laughed at their murderous joke,

While the children were smothered on the stairs by the door.

Such a terrible sight I never did see,

We carried our children back up to their tree,

The scabs outside still laughed at their spree,

And the children that died there were seventy-three.

The piano played a slow funeral tune,

And the town was lit up by a cold Christmas moon,

The parents they cried and the miners they moaned,

"See what your greed for money has done."

more information on the Italian hall Disaster here

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