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Showing posts from September, 2009

Ikea Hieghts

IKEA Heights from DaveAOK on Vimeo.

I found this posted at the Dollar Bin blog. As posted by DaveAOK on Vimeo, "It's An Ikea furniture store melodrama created for" It's rather inventive and quite funny given its low ball narrative container. I wish more about the project was posted. There really needs to be a making of style documentary about the project.

Produced by David Seger and Paul Bartunek. Directed by David Seger, Shot by Paul Bartunek, written by David Seger, Spencer Strauss, Paul Bartunek, and Tom Kauffman.
Starring: Randall Park, Whitney Avalon, Tom Kauffman, Jess Lane, Dean Pelton, Wade Randolph, Abed Gheith and Del Shoopman.

Soup Danger, My Name is Bobby Too or excerpts from, the 36 Shorts

These sound pieces were developed from an earlier audio piece that was constructed for, Burnt Fried Set Aside: The Meat Show at Dogmatic in 1997. The work was conceived as an audio piece that would mimic the drone of house flies moving through space. After many weeks of poking at wave forms and layering tracks I abandoned the work.

Then later, many of these tracks were reassembled as a series of interchangeable pieces being paired with short animations, the 36 Shorts. None of which survive in that form. Two of these tracks, Beat Time, and Critique of Track No.03 were rescued and paired with a quote from Joseph Grigely and a series of still night time images in 2010 the work was intended as an homage to Maya Deren. But the still images are only mechanical contrivances, they don't mean meat and they are not nearly intentional enough. So the sound pieces themselves wouldn't come to their final rest until shortly after and then only after compiling them as Soup Danger, My Name is …

Good Bye John Gibbons

Hello John,
I've just heard that you passed away from me, from us. Sadly I missed the opportunity to share my new life with you. I never had the chance to be proudly married or share our joy with you. Sadly our last correspondence was about Warren Zevon and the Hindu Love Gods. I never said thank you for the sandwiches, or the coffee, or the time you helped Justin. I remember thanking you for helping with the beer at the ButcherShop. But I wished you would have stayed longer at the shows. I'll miss your support. I'll miss your surly laugh. I'll miss your suddenly surprisingly gone beard. I'll miss the care that you gave to the small things that made you feel happy and safe. 
Perhaps later we will catch up on all of little things that make me bitch and made you laugh. I would like that. I would like to talk with you about the things that I write. I want to have you over for a dinner, share a glass of wine, a warm beer, or a bottle of scotch. I would like to hear a…