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January, 2009
You rolled over, unstuck yourself from the gin-infused sheets, and picked the remnants of party from the corner of your eye: dirt, grass, sparkler-ash. You attempted to climb out of bed like an out-of-work ninja but felt the weight of something else beside you. You couldn't tell if it was a boy, a girl, or even if it was alive at all. "What have I done?" you thought, panicked. You wanted to ask its name, or what it was doing there, but instead you said, "Um, excuse me. Would you like breakfast?" It opened one hungover eye and you realised what it was. "Well... good morning, 2009."
Get Notorious. It begins.
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MAX BLACKMORE
There's a dandy with a panda head holding an umbrella. His eyes hang low and he treads softly around town as if he's looking for just the right home. At the moment you can find him in The Alderman bathroom, poised on tshirts and sometimes crawling up the sleeves of a tattooed few. He's perfectly harmless and he's become one of Melbourne's most distinct characters. He's got pals, too: a reindeer who knits at I Like You, a sparrow who sits in the window of North and a dog on a bicycle who performs wheelies at Matt Wisdom's tattoo parlour. These cheeky half-animal creations are Max Blackmore's way of marking his territory. They might not be coloured in, and they're hiding in hard-to-find spaces, but they've brought enough character to please the David Shrigley's of the world.
The panda-headed creature has found new stomping ground in 2009. The City Library and City of Melbourne have commissioned Max to convert their newly built Games Lounge into a playground for his characters to run wild; rabbits climb up piles of books and foxes, pandas and puppies layabout among the wide screen TVs. This room is open to the public now.
www.maxdesignandshit.com
City Library Mezzanine
253 Flinders Lane, Melbourne
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LOST AND LONESOME RECORDING CO.
There was no need for splashy hype last July when their album landed in Melbourne stores. Norwegian pop purists, Je Suis Animal, snuck onto playlists and into hearts all over town. In February, Still Flyin' hijacked Melbourne for a weekend and took patooties by surprise. The super-group - made up of members from Track Star, Aislers Set, Ladybug Transistor, Love Is All, Maserati and Red Pony Clock - put their heads and trumpets together and shook The East Brunswick Club like 14 skinny white kids playing their reggae-inspired hearts out can.
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Then there's a little gem of a band called The Lucksmiths. In 1993 the floopy-haired crooners produced a darling little cassette (quick! Go here and coo over their early '90s stylings!). These days, The Lucksmiths have world tours under their belts and are parading a new album. Listening to First Frost, you feel like everything is okay. That's just the kind of band they are.
So what do all these bands have in common? The Lost and Lonesome Recording Company. It's a collection of thinkers who want the best for Melbourne music. Their genesis story wasn't a grand meeting of earth, water, contracts and money; it was the result of a few beers and a mutual realisation that their friends all played in bands that needed a label.
It began between The Lucksmiths member Mark Monnone and musician of The Foots, Jane McCrackin, and in 2006 Nathan Nott joined them. Today, Lost and Lonesome represent 21 bands, manage international tours and have even more musician friends than when they started, 11 years ago. And at the end of this month Lost and Lonesome are bringing back those 14 skinny white kids who will shake Melbourne's patootie like they did last summer.
www.lostandlonesome.com.au
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SASKIA PANDJI SAKTI AND TRISTAN JALLEH
When Saskia Pandji Sakti and Tristan Jalleh talk horror films it sounds like they're explaining exactly how cute their pet poodles are. Tiny grins form at the sides of their mouths and a fondness for gore sparkles in their eyes. Their mutual interest in themes surrounding death have led to assembling group shows, and over-coffee discussions about how the occurrence of death effects, well, everything.
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"Horror movies deal with moral issues and reflects the fears of the public. I'm fascinated how horror focuses on the flesh and the way we have such a physical reaction to it", says Tristan. Tristan's art deals with the crossover between fictional and real world stories. Saskia's photography focuses on the rituals surrounding death and the positive influence it can have on the way we communicate. She has a fascination for the split-second moments before death.
Together their shared interest in death, horror, bereavement and fantasy has led to a profound interest in one another's work. In recent months, Saskia and Tristan have translated their art to curatorial practices. TwentyByThirty gallery is the pea-sized 20cm x 30cm gallery space in Pushka's front window. On the first day of each month, Saskia and Tristan dust out the old and make room for a brand new artwork in the form of video, canvas, ephemera or whatever materials the artist chooses.
Last month's exhibition was by Heather Leighton (pictured), a work that beautifully wilted over the month of December. It commented on cosmetic vaginal surgery - labiaplasty - bemoaning contemporary ideas of feminism. TwentyByThirty's next installment will be by Jesse Hogan. Remember his work from Until Never's recent exhibit Tragic Magi? You know the one that was like the curiosity show hosted by wizards? That was his. While Saskia and Tristan allow the commissioned artist to work freely, with only the space as their limitation, it's clear that their obsession with gore, death and destruction have subtly leaked into their curatorship like blood leaking through floorboards.
Jesse Hogan's exhibit will be installed from January 1st, 2009.
www.twentybythirtygallery.com
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TO SELL: AN OLD BUT STILL VERY AWESOME DVD
Having recently upgraded to blu-ray to better appreciate Keanu's cheekbones in HD, some guy is willing to let his old DVD copy of Jan De Bont's Speed go for just $1. (That's only two cents for every mile per hour they have to drive to stop the bus exploding!) It's not only a worthy conceptual successor to Die Hard, it also has the smarts to intentionally make Keanu's character a little on the dim side. So pop quiz, hotshot. What do you do? What. Do. You. Do?
If you feel this old copy of Speed is closest thing your going to get to Keanu's 1994 rippling physique and Sandra Bullock's sultry, sultry pout, then email us at howdy@getnotmag.com
This is the classifieds section of Get Notorious. Whatever your thing, we're happy to help you get rid of it. Just email
howdy@getnotmag.com
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ADVICE BOOTH
Dear GN Advice Booth,
I live very close to the sun, in Collingwood. How do I stay cool this Summer?
Clammy and frightened,
Michael.
Oh, Michael!
We're all a little bit scared. *dabs reader's brow with damp cloth* But when the heat is on, like it was for Glenn Frey, there are a few things you can do to lower the digits. First and foremost, do not leave the house. You will catch on fire and that'd be a real nuisance for everybody involved. Soak a wet tshirt in cold water and wear it. Take a photo of yourself in aforementioned tshirt and send it to howdy@getnotmag.com. Then sit in front a fan and listen to a mixed selection of Mungo Cherry, Shaggy and Jazzy Jeff on your preferred music player; do this and you'll get nothing done all of summer and you'll be getting nothing done at roughly 12 degrees Celsius.
Crushed ice and love,
GN Advice Booth
Do you have a crisis that involves love, bad luck or science? Just email howdy@getnotmag.com
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THE GLITTERING PRIZE
The Lost and Lonesome team are a generous bunch. For this month's issue they've donated a hamper heaving with their label's delights. Think Chrisco but not as edible. Swap the Sara-Lee pudding for Cryptacize's Dig That Treasure; replace the Steggle's frozen chook with The Lucksmiths' First Frost; throw out the Birdseye Corn Kernels and pop in a copy of The Zebras' latest EP; keep the packet of JATZ because everyone knows they're delicious; lose the Gravox and throw in Je Suis Animal's Self-taught Magic From a Book and remove every packet of Maggi Noodles to make room for Still Flyin's Never Gonna Touch The Ground. Voila, delicious audibles for your listening pleasure.
For your chance to win the Lost and Lonesome Post-Christmas Hamper email howdy@getnotmag.com and tell us why you'd prefer this to the Chrisco hamper.
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