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Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Friday, August 6, 2010
Six Heads - 'Six Heads or The Appearance of Hairs Band'
Six Heads - 'Six Heads or The Appearance of Hairs Band'
suRRism-Phonoethics is ultimately excited as well as proud to release Six Heads!
Based in Toronto, Canada and formed by multidisciplinary artist W.A.Davison in 2000 from the ashes of the former junk instrument project Urban Refuse Group, Six Heads is an ensemble of six instrument-builders and sound experimenters dedicated to exploring the rarely trodden territory of surrealist sound collage - aware of the trails previously blazed by other audio surrealists but charting their own path by means of free improvisation, homemade instruments, and live mixing as opposed to studio manipulation/composition.
Members of Six Heads have performed at the 2008 Whitney Biennial (NYC), Festival International de Musique Actuelle de Victoriaville (Quebec), Y2K8 International Live Looping Festival (San Jose, California), Liz Was and Miekal And's Festival of the Swamps (Madison, Wisconsin), on Wire magazine's Resonance FM radio station (London, UK), and at legendary tape networker Hal McGee's Dictaphonia Fest (Gainesville, Florida) as well as having collaborated with members of numerous other noise, experimental, andimprovised music projects such as Nurse With Wound, Nihilist Spasm Band, CCMC, AMM, and Govt. Alpha.
Recent Six Heads releases have included tapes on american labels Black Horizons ("The Popeye Scat", 2009)and Psychform ("Ether", 2007) and an upcoming full-length vinyl LP on Wintage Records.
Six Heads is
William A. Davison, Sherri Lyn Higgins, Colin Hinz, James Bailey,
Pete Mosher, and Linda Feesey.
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hence the time was boxed in years quite fast, ftl -
massless particles, such as demure perhaps front on faceless skills of and or hairy energy.
For example talking in virtual demures this consists of smacks in one guild.'
- undRess Béton on date to date 2010
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Thursday, August 5, 2010
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Tuesday, March 9, 2010
Songs of the New Erotics "DU(BU)ET"
Thursday, March 4, 2010
S.O.T.N.E. - Songs of the New Erotics
Songs of the New Erotics performances are exceedingly rare these days. I do hope you will do WHATEVER it takes to make it to this one!
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PERFORMANCE NIGHT #4.5:
( s a t u r d a y ) March 6th. 2010
S h o w at 7
(at) Studio 303
888 Dupont St., Toronto
PWYC.
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Filip Anton
Lanie Chalmers + Ducan Stewart
Roman Pilates
Songs of The New Erotics
Special screening of:
"Shadow Play" by Dahye Bell Kim
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s e e y o u t h e r e !
L o v e,
Da
~~~~~
Love from me too!
- William A. Davison
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Tuesday, March 2, 2010
Recordism
Will the real Recordists please brandish their lobsters
No, this is not Recordism... (the following link)
http://www.recordism.org/2008/09/what-is-recordism_14.html
So, uh, this person couldn't do a Google search to see if someone might already be using the term? No alarm bells went off when recordism.com was already registered?
WTF???!!!
- William A. Davison (humble originator of the one-and-only true Recordism, 25 years and going strong - AND online since 1999 I might add! harumph)
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
Sunday, December 6, 2009
Wednesday, December 2, 2009
Monday, November 30, 2009
Friday, November 20, 2009
Wednesday, November 18, 2009
Terry Blee. LOL
Tuesday, November 3, 2009
recently spoken
do I have to speak out the word,
or was the word already taken by the suspicious thought?
we smiled
recently as I discovered the mentioned far site theory, wearing my task to leave,
the road was cleared by paths of her past.
rinsing wounds
apparently scouted as mantled order taken clown from aridanus flat tire visions had disguise,
but then as those that called her by the name
she of us were them stuck to labels as wasted furniture people’s advices.
shy provoke
meanwhile sipping the colors from the wall scratching my loose head barely that of such kind worth to mention
“regressive stanch rant flaws of speaking times as words recall your nothing” he said.
as for response
the curtain would just suite me right to leave my sight besides the vision of crkela & exon shuffling
however we were bound to make the call just as of now. he ran.
sparkling glamour of grease passing the route of the time’s measurement ,- faulty faulty I dare to speak…
when traveling the scale makes sense
we’d appear to be revealing scattered tiles of our shaded minds
- dead flowers wouldn’t reach the thought anymore.
she whispered.
slight tense…
Thursday, October 15, 2009
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Tuesday, October 6, 2009
Monday, October 5, 2009
Andre Pissoir in Deboredom
Thursday, October 1, 2009
Wednesday, September 30, 2009
currently unrecording
Tuesday, September 1, 2009
my press surrounded....
you'll tape sounds ways;
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Thursday, August 27, 2009
should them...
hear can or of from essences
applause crackled thumb for its smell
but those are not an still but also sound
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
trashed ‘bangs’
he decided to hence, so the rest already did try to do cancel.
fortunate sample was times as they also noticed colors-
while realizing the wait the step was caused!
larry was out of reach…
could wanting to deceive a mission?
ranting cause trashed ‘bangs’
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blu and er
full inspiring about
Sunday, August 2, 2009
Thursday, July 23, 2009
just a thought towards letter exhibitions
this more have general managed Roger
forsake in I also
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Monday, July 20, 2009
Collaborative texts, July 19/09
The lake of mud quivered slightly as she emerged, slowly and obliquely angled. Her bonnet remained hopeless but fear gripped the throng of onlookers and hippies sat in the back in a haze of goats' hair. The sack remained motionless, humming slightly for the return of England and other outmoded extravagances. Questioning whether it was possible to put both legs in one compartment, Lady Anthracite blinked and fluttered in the fog. "It's all a sham!", she moaned as the mysterious lights slowly moved under her smock. Scarlet flowerpots fell from a tremendous height only to ascend rapidly again mere seconds before crashing. Protective magic might serve to hide those unsightly folds of flesh worn by the Barbarian tribes but around here the cowboys have got it all wrapped up!
The Bearded One!
Feathers and paint were the sole components of his elaborate and ornate vehicle. The wheels were aristocratic planets that creaked in a vaguely tuneful way as they turned the butterfly wings. Older men scuttled across the ocean floor like crabs while the young ones employed inflatable roses to float to the oily surface. Loose or tight, molded infants appeared in the wings, their plastic faces gleaming under shapeless garments or microscopic organisms. Magpies grew more formal and transparent as evening descended. A crippled mathematician disintegrated into a picturesque fog. The mechanisms were inspected carefully and cleaned of any errant hares and toads but witchcraft still seemed the more viable option under the circumstances. Oak or willow poppies clattered noisily in the driveway where earlier civilizations once provided bugs with floatation devices. Queen Elizabeth now appeared from under a rock. "Behold, the Bearded One!", she exclaimed while extraordinary discretion kept her from revealing her magnificently lathered apparition.
- S.Higgins, W.A.Davison, July 19, 2009
Thursday, July 16, 2009
Sunday, July 12, 2009
proprietorial
hence traditions allow you to live
gestures of scrambled perception handkerchiefs
undo you do stand will voodoo rhythm
time is your cell
measures most what lives their hell
ways of paths borrow street names as orientations
come back from past plastic ports
open to connect more than one part trial
fail as individual is the scheme
humbled sliced self esteem metorial memorial rhetorical
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
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Surr Jean,
The News from our Scriptorium.
Exit is binary Way & DemonTage is written.
You have to blog up someone Pation!
Relevance in Resonance-Show,
Blackblurri of our Diskurs.
Do you remember how I excavated your Inside
& made out of it some Posters?
But we forgot the Allmonds,
all those Months.
Nevermind Hunters!
The Ceremony will i.K. begin
after a Lecture of licking Door,
after eleven spreading Literatures.
So sitzen wir am Zoo und
opfern unsere Gedanken.
I ´mappel Lajdana ŽŽŽŽŽ
ŽŽŽŽŽŽ - oming out of me.
Ž modaliteti nemaju ništa sa namjerom gledatelja.
It is very angel!
We are drawn back to our No-Lands
& we can report.
Ikamine
Monachos in holistic Nihiližm
Surr Motorr
I’m driving my head without a stearing wheel
Through the Rapture of suRRalley
Acceleration BRancussi, - Underline, Dot EU.
Astronomic corset is bursting.
Oh that’s a lovely Sound.
Holy Ghost out of the exhaust.
Nebulous instance of truth.
SuRR Fashion MotoRR
Flat SuRR Rotating Umbrella
Against repressed reptile.
Mercy Pure MotoRR
Output SuRR
King Size Babby Doll
SoRRy. So Re you lost on lawn of empty.
Disc Brake with plenty of Opportunity
Arrived to spin.
SuRRealistic Economy
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Kingdom of PR.
Cutting Wax Roaring Surr, RR
Scream Flow,
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Friday, June 5, 2009
Tuesday, June 2, 2009
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Sunday, May 24, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
Tuesday, May 19, 2009
choices
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cortége travel screwed less among those longing thoughts
handled safely bliss returned vast smeared colors born as black fly in fright
simply put it was screaming vomit tearing guts for salted eyes watching esthetic terror
shaped misbehave was lust for ever metallic sparks shaving minds tented lazy flesh without pleasure
soggy wings tried to drag her down but never apart it could fact
ween was over as paragraph lost it’s own science in history as seconds
that’s light’s architecture became dark after missed version predatory choice implementation days
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
A Concise Questionarre for Mice
Well actually working on the street helps quite a bit 'cause I see the apathy that is so rampant with people in not just North America but in the world. People are apathetic and I think it's because they're not exposed to enough. Well maybe they're exposed to enough but not in the right way, not in the way that captures their imagination and really forces them to act. I'm gonna be trying to bring some of what I learn and the way I feel about these things through people I meet and with things that I do. Let me explain the roots of my loathing: The first day I moved in, I realized I was in trouble. It was July 1st, and a sweltering 95 or so degrees. I am carrying heavy boxes, and therefore wearing shorts, a tank top, and a bandanna. I instantly begin getting nasty stares from my neighbors
What are some ways you, or we, can help combat this apathy?
He worked at a moped store, fucked up hair all wrapped in a layer of American Apparel clothing. I love to see the look of repulsion and disappointment on their faces the first time they hear me speak.
Does this whole cohesiveness start with understanding?
Of course. Everything starts with education. You have to know the faults before you can change them. I hope. Naturally they buy cheap bikes, cheap used clothes,
and cut their own hair (or not) to appease this guilt. Who the fuck
do they think they're fooling?
You know those baby blocks where you have to put the square through the square hole and the triangle through the triangle hole?
There was SO much media coverage, the guy I was with alone was photographed a million times and interviewed. They want everyone to bring a boombox and play Neil Diamond's "Coming to America" while dancing, juggling, wearing capes, and just being gay overall. I'm not really sure what the point of it all is, but just thought you might want to know.