Craft Works

It's possible that the only cure to Jack-suration is turning off the TV and making your own music. Lately, I’ve been exceptionally pleased with Bushmeat’s musical production. Never really sure what I’m doing in my basement of sonic delights, but the why of it gets stronger and more salient with each attempt at crafting the impossible sound. It is headphone music to be sure. A private audition for the individual listener. No attempt is made to anticipate or connect with a community of any kind, except perhaps community loosely conceived as that aggregate of individual listeners left out in the cold by the multiple failings of mass culture (even after you’ve subdivided that mass into every possible niche audience and clearly identifiable sub-culture). It is music that has returned to the warm embrace of the gift exchange with a singular mission to change minds (not just fiddle around with their contents). The people that I was tighter with in the 1980s and 90s, the brothers and sister, comrades, etc. with whom I spent a lot more time then than I do now waging struggle for progressive, even revolutionary political change might be sorely disappointed to read that I consider my current artistic project to be a non-violent means of securing liberated territory.

Here's a video made by Mark Cooley to accompany our performance at Point in Space on May 29, 2009. Go to YouTube to check out the other two parts and to post your comments.

American Dreams Part One

I switched from Coke to Pep now I'm a connoisseur.

-- Sly Stone

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