Anarcho Semiotics: Dave King Exhibit @ Goteblüd

For full disclosure, I was 2 when Dave King created the iconic snake-cross image that came to represent Crass. For further full disclosure, I was never much of a Crass fan. I like what they represent(ed) but not their music. That being said, "destroy power, not people" resonated deeply with me when I was first cutting my teeth with hardcore punk.


Dave King and I with two fresh stencils. Photo: Matt Wobenstein

The symbol--both a sign and a signifier--is too ubiquitous to ignore and it was with great pleasure that I found my way to an exhibit of Dave King's original images at Goteblüd, the fanzine shop that's literally out my back door here in the Mission. Saturday's opening was fairly well attended despite the rain, and King himself was incredibly generous with his time, answering questions and enjoying the steady trickle of folks who came by Sunday afternoon to have t-shirts, skateboards, and even pillow cases stenciled.


The original mock-up

If you're in the neighborhood, stop by and support Dave's work as well as the shop's. Spots like these are few and far between.


Dove "remix" on coquille board


A powerful sentiment, though I wish it'd been coffee


Ban the Bomb-snake


From the show's catalog/zine


At the opening

Cobra Crack, Squamish

(re-posted from Mason Earle's blog)

Falling off the Cobra from Mason Earle on Vimeo.

... damn!

Between the Notes: Pandit Pran Nath, Birds, Sunn O)))

In Between The Notes: A Portrait of Pandit Pran Nath (1986) from Maxime Guitton on Vimeo.

ihearashadow

I hear a shadow
I hear a shadow
I hear a shadow
I witness a scream
I drink of this a poison Eucharist
Your blood your assimilation
Created for comfort
For convenience



These boundaries nurture ignorance
Finding meaning in nothing
This void fills the space
It fuels darkened cries
Listen to this eclipse rise
I hear a shadow
I hear a shadow
I hear a shadow



These sick rituals pass time
Awaiting this execution passes time
Gargle with glass
Awaiting this execution passes time
Withered icons cut veins
Drown in this pacification



Denial will only slow the process
It fuels darkened cries
Listen to this eclipse rise
Drink this essence of freedom
(Rorschach)))



Photos: Gilman, 9/16/11
Video (above):Thee Parkside, 9/17/11
All were shot by me.

Rorschach - 7/20/93 - The Rose, Rapid City, SD from Rapid City Punk Rock Archive on Vimeo.

(7/20/93 footage, The Rose, Rapid City, SD c/o Rapid City Punk Archive)

Venturi Effect, Incredible Hulk

The Hulk inspires. Period. As summer gloom settles in here in SF and it feels more and more like winter elsewhere, it's good to remember the warmth of late day light on the East Side after a long, intense day on the high lonesome.

Croft and Nettle's Venturi Effect has become the backcountry test piece, and with good reason. Rapping down the upper headwall reveals some of the most pristine rock anywhere. It feels light years away from where I'm sitting now, but these videos give all the more reason to keep training and dreaming big.

BD athletes Kate Rutherford and Brittany Griffith attempt Venturi Effect (IV 5.12) on the Incredible Hulk, High Sierras, CA from Black Diamond Equipment on Vimeo.

Don't Be Late: Bean Bowers RIP

The late Bean Bowers on St. Exupery, Fitz Roy Massif (Jvan Tresch photo)

I never met Bean Bowers, but the stories being shared in the wake of his passing make me feel his absence all the same. Each year brings another death within the tribe and with each death the reminder to cherish our partnerships, double-check our knots, and make the most of our time together.

Read Andrew McLean's tribute here.

A fundraiser to help defray the cost of Bean's cancer treatment and assist his wife can be found here.

Sleestak Liberation Front/MCMF

M*C*M*F*








Pat Benetar meets New Model Army at a Bomb Squad after party

A week in 'The Creek'

It was time: my grades were posted, gear was assembled, and much coffee had been brewed. All that stood between me and a care-free week in Indian Creek was a seemingly endless drive across I 80, the kind I've been swearing off the last few years. With the help of an audiobook version of Satanic Verses and an able-bodied co-pilot, we set off for what will hopefully become a new spring ritual; a new tribal rite.


What exactly has become of public art in Utah?


Soaring windgate and the uber-classic 'Luxury Liner'


An arsenal fit for wide fetishists and weak-ankled youth alike


Big bros...of many kinds


Late light in the throne room of the gods






Bizarro architecture...what is holding up that flake?


Not to be deterred, Em jammed on, earning her red badge of courage