Hacker Art - was gonna call it KeyGen Soundtracks

I've been cucking around on this InterNerd thing since day one, nearly, which makes me a pretty TRAGIC nosepicker. One of the things that appealed to me about compyouters as a kid, was this concept of replicating information. It really appealed to my anachronistic sensibilities, but the coolest thing about the computer shmegaggie was that you can get shit for FREE. And valuable shit too, like games or editing programs or utilities. I mean sure it renders a society useless if people put the hard yakka in and get no kudos, but I don't see the software industry keeling over YET, and it's been, what, nearly 30 years now???

ANYWAYS, I remember, back in the day, when I was a confused shmendrick trying to find my way around a dull Compyouter Degree, full of the most BORING deadshits from the suburbs (well 90% worth anyway!) I found that, well these boring deadshits with the straightest, most self-righteous, Born Again existences were actually the biggest kvetch GUNNEFS (Smalltime thieves). Yep Jeff from Montrose and Dan from Fountain Gate would love to escape their menopaused wives to steal and swap the latest games from America, or word-processors or porno slide-shows or whatever software they could copy for free.. OK, I've digressed a bit here, but going back..

I remember meeting this dude on a Bulletin Board really late one night who posed as Vanien Franken from the Damned (even though he didn't know ANY of their music, he was into Rick Astley, Pet Shop Boys, New Order and Devine!?!@!) after being blasted and reading some article on 'cyberpunks' and how all these computer programmers and geniuses were apparently MASSIVE acid heads and whatnot. I guess San Franciso is along way from suburban Melbourne. Anyway this dude became my drug dealer(and then mysteriously DISAPPEARED!), but he also had a massive collection of really shit-hot pirated games from the UK on his Amiga super-dooper-trooper-compyouter:

The Amiga - the Brian Eno of computers


The Amiga was renowned for it's superior graphics and sound capabilities, and was about 10 years ahead of nearly any other computer at the time (alot of early electro-techno d00dz used these to compose with). Many of the Crackers who pirated or cracked the copy-protection on the software would brag about their feats by posting a ANSI (American National Stds Institute) Graphics 'Tag' or a VGA (Video Graphics Adaptor) trailer (like in a moofie) art before each game, complete with techno muzak. Most of the music was of a lo-fi MIDI file type of techno, some slightly squelchy almost acid, but unfortunately most of the geeks were geeks and liked the sorta irritating happy-pappy techno pop of the late 80s. It's interesting as during the 90s the music veered closer into the 'Ardcore sorta rave shit, and the darker core stuff. The SERIAL KEYLER stuff above has a daggy sorta Nin Inch Nails type industrial-goth-techno, which many of the cracker geeks would get into.
Twk - Euro elctro- tech diff-diff massive!

The TWK KeyGen(erator), plays a ditsy Euro-electro sort of 'anthem, track thru the chintziest MIDI, but hey, the fucker will definitely get yr PowerArchiver working!

There's a whole WORLD in invisible art that hackers create, and that in this Computer Fuckhead is completely over-looked and shunted. I guess the closest companion is all that Graffiti and these days stencil Art that is fantastic when it's brilliant, but TERRIBLE coz every fucken spastic does it. But the computer art goes more-or-less ignored, but I know some fucken trendy fuckhead out there will go out and wave his dick around as if he discovered it, or some under-sexed Librarian with a $100K art-administrator job will no doubt start hyping this thing (if it hasn't already been done, then , aarr get fucked!)..(instant WIRE, there's a BOOK on it, see link below!)

Here are some sorta interesting links to some of this Computer Hacker art, there are music files, but I'm too fucken lazy to find a program that will play 'em.

ANSI Art


DemonScene

ANSI whatever shit

Oh fuck, I'm tired and gotta go to bed, just look at Wikpedia's bullshit or apparently there was a whole magilla on it in America already. Sheeit!

Olga Erotica

Olga's Girls (Synapse Films) - So I finally get to see this Lesbo-Druggo-psychedelic 'shocker', that is really a very clever silent movie framed around the moral pretext that it's some sort of documentary expose on the ugly underworld of female prostitution, narcotic drug use, organized crime and bitch fights! There's plenty of fine, real women, getting their gear off, displaying the 2006 range of Victoria's Secret underwear and accessories, shooting smack, fondling eat other, smoking pot, and for all you kinko-sicko-Industrial nipple piercers - TORTURE! I'd like to go into more detail, but my bloomin' compyouta DVD-R won't play for me to take some delicious screen shots. The film exposes all the taboos of the time, heavy drug use, lesbianism, white slavery, prostitution, power struggles, the evil tentacles of organised crime, torture, humiliation, brain washing, mind control, etc..etc! It's alot of fun, with a great soundtrack that veers from Bambi-in-the-woods type classical music, Ravel almost, to swinging early-Mod guitar shit via the Phil Upchurch Combo's 'You can't sit down'. Audrey Campbell who plays the notorious Olga, looks at times really harsh and really foxy, esp. in a great seduction scene. Director Joseph P Mawra directs his actors in a Bresson-like minimalism and precision, framing and lighting the film beautifully and maximising the kinky eroticism the girls, while playing it straight to enable it to keep it's mockumentary edge and conflicted moralism. Mawra was also responsible for the legendary sleazer 'Shanty Tramp', of which late Geelong garage-punk combo The Dirty Lovers made a classic single about. 'Olga's Girls' is pure early 60s grindhouse sleaze, sure it drag in parts, but there's enough raunch, eye candy and flat out sleazy nutiness to keep the biggest Inner-City-slob more than satisfied and amused.

Le Mepris (Contempt) 1963

Written and directed by Jean-Luc Godard, based on the Novel Contempt by Alberto Moravia

'Contempt' is one of those films I keep re-watching, simply because it's so good to look at, and so sad and true. It appeals to my feelings about the people that inhabit the modern world and love and ambition - all the crap that makes everything work whether we like it or not, or deny it otherwise with material ostentationism, familial dogma or just simple Born-again shitheadedness. 'Contempt' was made long before I was a twinge in my dad's pants or a quiver in my mum's panties. To me, 'Contempt' really defines that term 'French New-Wave' when you try to explain what all that shit means. For one, 'Contempt' is one of the most 'modern' looking films I have ever seen, except for maybe 'Blade Runner' and most of Stanley Kubrick's and Cronenberg's films. I still don't 'get' Wong Kar Wai, but watching 'Contempt' again for about the 23rd time, I don't need to. He's just a wanky po-mo version of Godard for the ho-mo culture mafia. But as my film watching has increased somewhat, and I can now start to name-drop and one-up with the biggest fucking film-geek nosepicker, 'Contempt' for me begins to take on that architectural minimal fillum aesthetic that Italy's Antonioni did so well in 'L'Aventura', 'L'Eclisse' and 'The Passenger' doubled up with Coutards super-shit-sharp cinematography.

So in that context, the title 'new wave' fits like a new pair of socks. Except for maybe the stupid top hat that the main character Paul Javal (Michel Picoli) wears, the whole style of 'Contempt' feels like any fucken page out of Vogue or Harpers - 'Contempt' is the sort of creative endeavor that 'defines' fashion and crap like that. OK, aesthetics and stylistics aside 'Contempt' is still a great piece of movie work, and IMHO the best Jean-Luc Godard film I've seen, except for 'Masculin/Feminin'. Basically 'Contempt' is about the breakdown of a marriage, the price you pay for creative, and more important 'personal' compromise, as well as other things like the nature of drama and conflict and all that fucken messy shit that causes suffering and pain and possibly redemption.

It's the stuff that people who have the guts, bust their souls over in order to create art, and possibly leave their mark with (but really art is an indulgence many can't afford to have, especially when at the end there is DEATH).

'Contempt' starts off with this weird psychedelic and sublime shot of Brigitte Bardot's ass with all these trippy colour filter stuff to 'art' it up a bit. She's lying in bed and asking her husband Paul (Michel Picoloi) what he thinks is beautiful about her.

A well framed Tinto Brass..

Quite literally fucken everything externally about her is (beautiful), it's just the internals that get so fucken tricky, as the story will reveal. Paul is a screenwriter, who has been commissioned to write a movie for American producer Jermey Prokosh (played by Jack Palance). The film he is writing is a remake of Homer's 'The Odyssey', but Prokosh wants to make it sexy and 'contemporary' or whatever. The guy hired to make this film is German director Fritz Lang who plays himself - both Lang and 'Paul' have to contend with the compromises that Prokosh demands, since quite basically he's paying for the shit. Added to this is Prokosh's power/sex/mind games that he plays on Paul's sexy wife Camille (Brigette Bardot), and you have major emotional conflict happening.

When Paul and Camille return to their luxury apartment later that day, we have a whole half hour of one of the greatest and most full-on emotional male-female sexual/political scenes ever seen ever in the motion picture history. To deny the brilliance of this passage is to deny the fact that you
have a brain, it is simply that good.

In the mood for a po-mo ripoff?

With his marriage and love life completely fucked, Paul has little choice but to follow his heart with all he has left - his writing. This follows with a emotional vomitus eruptus par excellence that Paul has with Prokosh, venting his 'Contempt' toward the compromises he has to make in order to get his vision or passion out into the world. Basically no one gives a fuck and he's left in the end with pretty much nothing. 'Contempt' is heavy stuff, but it moves along at such a fluid and dreamlike state, that it takes you until the end of the film for you to realise the emotional wallop this film has just hit you with. Throughout the film there is this deeply malancholic and grande classical music motif, which would be used by Martin Scorsese in his equally excellent film 'Casino'.

From the beginning we are aware of the sexual/emotional potency of Camille, something she wields like a cocked and loaded gun. The simplicity of the power she uses so effectively undermine Paul's values and dreams and aspirations is scary to say the least, but that is just the nature of the beast. Paul is no angel, and his treatment of Camille, especially during their drawn out fight is both misogynist and righteous, some may beg to differ, but ultimately he's left impotent and scared. But there is more to 'Contempt' than just the whole love/hate sorta thing. Just as important is the whole exploration of the creative process, and the compromises and basic mind fuck that goes with it.

'Contempt' is a fucking great film that hit me on a really personal level. It left me feeling instensely inspired.

NOTE: The CRITERION DVD is a simple no-brainer purchase for the absolute best version of this film yr gonna see. It's prolly even better than anything you'll see at yr local Cinemateque. The restoration makes the film look even more modern, slick and timeless, and EVEN BETTER than anything Wong Kong has ripped off. There's extras and other shit, though I reckon the soundtrack coulda been jizzed up a bit more. Image quality, espesh colours are so good, you'll cry.

IGGY POP - New Values (arista/BMG)

When I was a wee shnook, my brother useta harass me with Iggy Pop. He'd sing me songs like 'Im bored', tell me the guy was a Nazi sypathiser and tell me horror stories about a concert he did where he saw some alcoholic scumbag cold-cock some heroin addict sacumbags or vice versa. And Iggy fans would always be an interesting lot. You'd get the working-class Yobbo Iggy fans that would swear by a steady diet of Stooges RawPower and Funhouse. You'd have the University femmo chick fans that would tell you how 'beautiful' Iggy is physically, even though he always looked like a skinny runt with muscles to me. Then you'd have, in my town anyway, the heroin addict art-fuck fans that went to private schools, did art-school, read gay French literature and hung out with artists that paint or take photos, or guys that play in bands that tour Berlin. Which gets me to this record NEW VALUES. Straight out, I think this is Iggy's BEST solo album, full stop. Forget LUST FOR LIFE, leave that to the dreckos that hang out at Cherry Bar and try to act intelligent and sophisticated. The IDIOT is too gothic and New-Wavey and cluttered for my tastes, and after that you're led up the garden path to some BLAH BLAH BLAH and ar fuck it, I reckon he didn't make a half listenable rec until AVENUE D, which I think is a great contemporary AOR album. The most interesting thing on NEW VALUES is Iggy's intelligence, epsesh in the lyrics. Supposedly smart people never take Ig's lyrics seriously. They always put him down to 'teen suburban angst' or some shit, he's never taken as a lyricist who can talk like, you know, a mentsch. In many ways NEW VALUES finds the Ig finding his own feet and becoming a mentsch. Free of all the glitter and gloss of the Bowie influence, the Ig confronts his banal mid-Western existence to evolve from teen suburban angst to adult-suburban angst. If teen angst is all about everything being fucked, well then adult angst is about self improvement, despite everything being fucked. Self-improvement is the key to this record, and for most of it, the core of Iggy's solo career. From the opener TELL ME A STORY, Ig comes out singing about the trials and tribulations of the average American shmuck, until he proudly proclaims on NEW VALUES - 'I'm healthy as a horse'. As a result, Ig has made the most PUNK of his records since the Stooges. NEW VALUES takes the piss outta the whole middle-class self-improvement shtick at least 30 years before barachlo like Hank Rollins or the Fight Club, or every neu-punk band that gets their good-looking faces on the TV these days. GIRLS is a classic, a proud anthem for heterosexuality, that if sung these days would be laughed at. Thing is, Ig aint joking here, even if he sounds like it, you can't do that these days. And the playing on this track is fucking BRILLIANT. That's another great thing about this album, and that makes it ever more punk, it's the playing through the whole fucken thing. It's all fantastic. Classy, sophisticated, at times relaxed and edgy rock n' roll played by a gun band led by RAW POWER maestro JAMES WILLIAMSON, Stooges/Detroit ring-in SCOTT THURSTON, JACKIE CLARK bass, and Kraut-precision via drummer KLAUS KRUGER. The record holds up as well as similar punk records of the time, in fact I reckon this baby has aged better than BLANK GENERATION, another sophisto-ramantico-street-hassle type record from that period. In many ways NEW VALUES plays like the best late-70s Rolling Stones album that never was. You can't go wrong with tracks like FIVE FOOT ONE, CURIOSITY, BILLY IS A RUNAWAY and the anthem I'M BORED. Really there's no duds on this album, even the extras on the CD aren't bad. I mean, could you ever imagine the Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeahs or the STORKES, I mean STROKES singing 'I wish life could be Swedish Magazines'? Fuck no.

First past the post

I had my own personal Blog web diary, gulcha repository 6 years ago, in fact I started around the same time as I start this - Easter/Passover. I had some friends who became InterNerd millionaires for 3 days hype me to this site called the StileProject, which was a mixture between Howard Stern, Cannibal Holocuast and Deep Throat the movie. It was hilarious, and had chutzpah. I thought the guy Stile who created it was older than he was (apparently only 21 or something at the time), so it turned out the 'audience' I was mingling with were late teen early 20 somethings high on nu-metal, porn and drugs. My site, while trying to gain a more 'mature' aesthetic, got many of these gimps clicking through (though mainly to download the free pr0n I had on offer). Regarldess, maybe one or two of them would been turned on to music by Iggy Pop or films by Bresson, or a comic by Charles Burns - anything to get 'em away from Limp Bizkit or a McG movie or Paris Hiltons lack of any sex appeal? As I get older and have a family myslef, I feel some sort of perverse mitzvah to try and teach the kids about culture, gulcha, trash that sticks, that lasts, that fucken kicks against that Juggernaut of globalmedia dhiarrea and hussle that is turning the masses and even the counterculture into a self-serving horde of zombies both right - and they would never admit it - left into a mono-cultural mass arse-fuck of useless pulp. I believe my aims are true, but fuck it, this is MY BLog, and I will do what the fuck I like. If you like it stay for the ride, otherwise, get fucked.