Utah 2k14 pt 2

After a wonderful, rainy long weekend, we’re back with more photos and thinking dry. Very dry.







One of the more haunting places I’ve been was this place — Upper Calf Creek Falls in the Grand Staircase-Escalante area. Behind this tree lay a winding and windy plunge of a hike down to the namesake falls.



Edge of falls shown here; not shown is the 80 or so foot waterfall that I could not figure out how to see/get a photo of. But oh, could I hear it. Perhaps as a consolation, there were some smaller falls to check out.



Anyway, enough for now — and still more to come.


Utah 2k14 pt 1

Took a trip out to Utah in May 2k14 and brought along the Canon T70 I picked up off ebay a couple years back. Climbed some mountains, hiked some deserts, drove some ATVs, shot some guns. V cash. Mad photos, so here’s the first part. Some of these are from the Uinta-Wasatch National Forest, others are from various trails up around that area.


It kind of looked like The Shining







Anyway, more to come.



Whether you love it or wish it would crawl back into whatever strobe-lit cesspool it first womped out of, there’s no denying that dubstep and the bass heavy sound it’s associated with have become immensely popular. Already, we’re seeing it’s influence seep into the mainstream, what with radio-friendly “alt metal” “band” Korn claiming that they invented the genre and the bespectacled Skrillex breaking into the Top 40. All we need now is a few Kidz Bop covers and we’ve got the culture trend of the 2010’s covered already!

However, dubstep’s popularity – like that of any major electronic genre – has been a long, long time coming. While electronic instruments, such as the haunting Theremin, have been around for almost a century, they didn’t really come into widespread use until the 60’s. It was then that bands like The Silver Apples started to popularize them in music, a trend which culminated in the first all-electronic band, Kraftwerk.

Formed in 1970 in Duesseldorf, Germany by Ralf Huetter and Florian Schneider, two students at the Robert Schumann Hochschule music school, Kraftwerk combined electronic sounds with the rigid organization of a drum machine. After some early experimental work, they eventually came up with a sound both bizarre and regimented. Or – essentially — they made the most stereotypical German music ever.

After releasing two self-titled LP’s in 1970 and 1971 and Ralf und Florianin 1973, Kraftwerk had developed some respect within the music world, and, with 1974’s Autobahn, the band saw some commercial success – an amazing feat considering the album contained a 20 minute long song about driving in a car. An edited version of this song can be heard in the featured animated film, which sets the track to a bustling landscape of moving lights, shapes and anthropomorphic cars, all terrifying in the way only late-1970’s animation could be.

After putting out Radio-Aktivitat in 1975, Kraftwerk finally struck the nuts-and-bolts-encrusted gold they were looking for. In 1977 and 1978, they released Trans-Europe Expressand The Man Machine, two albums packed with the robot grooves (and featuring the horrifying album covers) that would become their best-known works. Rigid, beautiful and even danceable, these two albums would set the stage for the several good (and countless terrible) synth-pop bands just a few years later.

As their fame grew, so did the mythos surrounding the band. Since Kraftwerk rarely granted interviews and didn’t have a phone at Kling Klang, the studio they were based out of, stories about the members were often allowed to linger in the gray. In fact, the band’s relationship with the telephone, which Huetter once described as “an antiquity – you never know who is calling, there is no image, it is an outmoded product that constantly disrupts work,” was itself a major component of the band’s technology-obsessed image.

Tales of Huetter’s obsession with bicycling were also popular, depicting him as a fanatic who hopped off the tour bus 100 km away from their next stop and cycled the rest of the way. Another famous story, which Huetter denied in a 2009 interview with The Guardian, has him getting knocked into a coma after a cycling accident in the early 80’s. When he woke up in the hospital, his first words were reportedly “where’s my bicycle?” His enthusiasm for the sport was apparently so profound that other members of the band began to blame it for their lack of new material, and said in the same interview that he still rides several thousand kilometers a year. Which is a lot.

Though additional members – and even Huetter himself – came and went as the years passed and their very non-mechanical bodies aged, the core sound of the group remained similar over two more albums. Today, Kraftwerk continues to press on, playing shows despite not having released a full album of new material since 1986’s disappointing Electric Cafe and the departure of Schneider in 2008.

Though their days of churning out new music appear to be largely finished (although they do still put out new tracks occasionally), their influence is literally undeniable. Hell, they’ve even been nominated to join the Rock Hall of Fame, whatever that’s worth. Whole genres exist because of them: without their pioneering, there would (likely) never have been disco, dubstep, or trashy European techno. Whether you’re into LMFAO and Skrillex or Aphex Twin and Boards of Canada, chances are that you probably hate disco and are still confused as to what all of the subgenres of house are.

For all of this and more, we have Kraftwerk to thank. Danke.


Future Rock Legends: http://www.futurerocklegends.com/artist.php?artist_id=Kraftwerk

Listverse: http://listverse.com/2008/12/25/top-10-influential-artists-in-electronic-music/

Only Solitaire: http://starling.rinet.ru/music/kraft.htm

The Guardian: http://www.guardian.co.uk/music/2009/jun/19/kraftwerk-hutter-manchester-international

The History of Electronic Music: http://www.phinnweb.org/history/



As things (US and global economy, congressional gridlock, global warming, other ughhh things) continue to get grimmer and grimmer, thinking back to that wonderful decade that I spent all of eight months alive for becomes rosier and rosier. From what I can remember from being an infant, (memories supplemented, of course, by ample amounts of movies and music), the 80’s was a time of stability and success, featuring kids with bad hair cuts skateboarding, awesome music from all genres, and a strong economy full of Gordon Gekkos.

Sure, the USSR was still kicking it back then, but “it” was so close to being “the bucket” that you had movies like Red Dawn fetishizing a Soviet invasion while a million Rambo knockoffs lonewolfed their way from the box office to Moscow and back. In fact, the 1980’s seem so chill that a plot centered around nightmares being the number one concern of both the free world and the President of the United States is practically believable. Which, in the case of 1984’s Dreamscape, is an extremely good thing, or else not a damn second of that movie could be taken without a shaker of salt.

Only joking! Of course nightmares aren’t the number one concern of the free world. Only the President’s nuclear holocaust ones are of any apparent threat to national security here!

Set at some point in the 80’s and possibly taking place in California, Dreamscape follows the exploits of Alex Gardner, a 20-something psychic played by Dennis Quaid doing his best wise-guy routine. Though his only psychic abilities appear to be picking winning horses at the racetrack and guessing what color is on the back of a card, the audience is led to believe he’s capable of much, much more.

How much more? Why, entering the dreams of others, for one! Or at least, he will be able to after he’s trained to, which is exactly why a team of scientists decide to kidnap him. The fact that this kidnapping saves Quaid from a gang of horse gamblers in the process is fortunate to both Quaid’s character and the audience.

After his rescue, the learning begins. Over a series of scenes that would have been better suited to a montage, Quaid jokes around as he goes through tests and lessons, falls in love with Kate Capshaw’s hot young scientist character, and plays the saxophone. Of course, Quaid also begins to uncover a political plot as well, the details of which remain (perhaps unintentionally) murky until people start getting killed.

Typical 80’s thriller fare, and none of it even particularly “thrilling.” In fact, nearly the only thing that manages to pluck Dreamscape from the list of movies set to be riffed on by the offshoots of Mystery Science Theater 3000 are the dreamscapes themselves.

Fun to watch and occasionally brilliantly shot, these dream scenes capture both the creativity and the authenticity of a dream in a way few movies have since. Forget the over stylized, BDSM and latex drenched dreams of The Cell and The Matrix (which, together withInception, clearly owe a large debt to Dreamscape), the dreams here are the real deal. At once lucid and surreal, they venture everywhere from a child’s nightmare to the wife of a middle-aged man cheating on him with practically every guy he knows. They only get better as the movie goes on, concluding in such an awesome way that I won’t spoil it, even if it is pretty predictable. All I’m saying is that Inception wasn’t the first to leave you hanging when it comes to dream movies.


IMDB – http://www.imdb.com/title/tt0087175/