Saturday, October 2, 2010
DOPE NEW VIDEO: Big Pauper - Prairie Fire (Ambient Edit)
Video from the FREE "Cops Eat Flowers" EP by Big Pauper.
Available for download October 26th 2010 from Circle In To Square.
Special thanks go to Sam Green & Bill Siegel.
More Big Pauper HERE
More Weather Underground sentiment: CLICK HERE
Circuit bent Atari Video Music (C-240) BY BIG PAUPER
By Big Pauper: "I've been modifying Atari Video Music units to do my evil bidding. If you are unfamiliar with them, they were Atari's failed venture in to stereo visualizers (circa late seventies).... they produce blocky nauseating visuals to whatever sound you run through them. My bent version features much nicer visuals, a glitch patchbay, patchable potentiometers and best of all... composite video! I will post better video of the actual unit shortly."
Hit up Big Pauper HERE if you are interested in a bent version or if you'd like Big Pauper to bend yours. He also does commission bent video pieces.
Music: "Limp Dick (Computer Edit)" by Big Pauper
Big Pauper's Beautiful Circuit Bent Video Works
Fritz Box v. 2
Fritz Box v. 2
This is the first in a series of fritz boxes utilizing the same primitive video circuit. It is based on the same circuitry as the first one only it has been improved upon greatly. More solid glitch design, physical build and reliable results. The circuit was built in to some bizarre old motel pay-tv speaker box designed to look like a stack of books. Very kitschy. It utilizes a patchable telegraph for rhythmic MPC-like cuing of distortions. It also has a nice blue light faintly seen in the photo upon powering it on. Movie of this in action coming soon.
Fritzbox v. 1 (prototype)
Fritzbox v. 1 (prototype)
This is a prototype of what Big Pauper's come to call the fritz box. It is a patchable video glitch synth capable of a wide array of visual distortions. It is excellent at creating many different forms of "poor communication." A wide array of static, snow & fuzz. It also has a line in that can create visual distortions to the voltage fluctuation in music (something Big Pauper likes to make standard on all this stuff). This synth was built in to an old antique turntable box making it too delicate for sale.
SOME PIECES ARE FOR SALE..CLICK HERE TO MAKE INQUIRES WITH BIG PAUPER
Fritz Box v. 2
This is the first in a series of fritz boxes utilizing the same primitive video circuit. It is based on the same circuitry as the first one only it has been improved upon greatly. More solid glitch design, physical build and reliable results. The circuit was built in to some bizarre old motel pay-tv speaker box designed to look like a stack of books. Very kitschy. It utilizes a patchable telegraph for rhythmic MPC-like cuing of distortions. It also has a nice blue light faintly seen in the photo upon powering it on. Movie of this in action coming soon.
Fritzbox v. 1 (prototype)
Fritzbox v. 1 (prototype)
This is a prototype of what Big Pauper's come to call the fritz box. It is a patchable video glitch synth capable of a wide array of visual distortions. It is excellent at creating many different forms of "poor communication." A wide array of static, snow & fuzz. It also has a line in that can create visual distortions to the voltage fluctuation in music (something Big Pauper likes to make standard on all this stuff). This synth was built in to an old antique turntable box making it too delicate for sale.
SOME PIECES ARE FOR SALE..CLICK HERE TO MAKE INQUIRES WITH BIG PAUPER
anonymous poem (found in our inbox)
'Up Your Ass'
today I'm depressed
I comb through old lovers in my mind
draft letters to them that I'll never send
Send them letters that I've never written
Try to hold my composure and look cool
not let on that I'm in love
My Doris. Would you like to know how I seek out for you and all the others
to fill me up.
But it's you I want to fill.
My Lesley do you know you represent the over sexualized synonym.
How I fantasize over my sink of you and that night you gave me the scare.
In your ass with you passed out in the fridge
How I cried out when you passed out in my arms.
And then I think of Africa and the big black snake.
I was told the man in the house will put a spell on you and sneak it up
your butt.
today I'm depressed
I comb through old lovers in my mind
draft letters to them that I'll never send
Send them letters that I've never written
Try to hold my composure and look cool
not let on that I'm in love
My Doris. Would you like to know how I seek out for you and all the others
to fill me up.
But it's you I want to fill.
My Lesley do you know you represent the over sexualized synonym.
How I fantasize over my sink of you and that night you gave me the scare.
In your ass with you passed out in the fridge
How I cried out when you passed out in my arms.
And then I think of Africa and the big black snake.
I was told the man in the house will put a spell on you and sneak it up
your butt.
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Brad Hamers & Jennifer Griffo in ART OPENING THIS THURS.(9/20)
"I am, therefore I think #4" at the Goodfoot (2845 SE Stark, Portland, OR). It is part illustrative memoir, part social commentary show. There are over 75 artists with over 300 works, and a variety of mediums (etching, painting, drawing, photography, collage, etc). Opens Last Thursday of the month (THIS THURSDAY), Sept 30th from 5-11pm. Show stays up until Oct 26th. Come and check out some of the latest work by Brad Hamers and Jennifer Griffo.
BIG PAUPER CREATES VIRTUAL INSTRUMENT COLLECTION. PRODUCERS SAY HOORAY!!!
Big Pauper has been working on creating a collection of virtual instruments based on the world-renowned circuit bent electronic instrument designs of Arius Blaze & Ben Houston of Folktek. After over one year in the making and utilizing over 30 grand worth of gear, the Token Recluse outfit is proud to offer you the Folktek Collection volume one. It features sixty five high quality sample based virtual instruments utilizing Native Instrument's awesome software-sampler, Kontakt. Folktek is responsible for cultivating a unique and cutting edge sound. The Folktek Collection Volume One gives the producers working in avant garde, ambient, dance, electronic, noise and soundtrack their cutting edge sounds for a fraction of the price (Folktek instruments go from anywhere in between 400 and 4000 dollars). Come & visit the web site they had built for the occasion... you can check out sound samples, download demo instruments & buy your copy from what is the beginning of the New Folktek Site. CLICK HERE
Saturday, September 25, 2010
NEW FREE EP, "VANISHING TWIN," FROM BIG PAUPER
One of only a few goodnight kisses left from the ol' Token Recluse label. Big Pauper coming at you with a free unannounced three-track EP of symphonic ambeince and noise. "First Month, Second Trimester" is like an epic new age cassette melting on a sun-bleached dashboard somewhere. It follows the alleged Cynthia through her short but eventful two months in the womb. "Valor In To Dreams" reminds me of how dope the circuit bent medium is. Unwieldy and unpredictable, this one is not for the faint of heart. The album closer "Runaway Bunny" is a serene moog piece with written symphonic accompaniment featuring the beloved Shannon Steele playing the violin parts and also featuring three very talented cellists. Don't forget that Big Pauper has both a FREE mini-lp (October) & full length LP (February) coming out from Circle Into Square.
CLICK HERE TO HEAR &/or DOWNLOAD FREE EP
Monday, July 26, 2010
an excerpt of "Grandfather Clock" (the history of bells) by Brad Hamers
every five minutes he
needs to be reminded that she didn't leave him
the gun is so well hidden someone hopes it goes off
pills are like doors only someone else has the master key to
she can't tell him it's not a prison
they haven't spoken since she bent over to pick something up
it's been physical therapy (since)
every audience member with a wad full of silly putty
every piece of newsprint faded from the photocopier's light
each day the sun became closer to being a Canon
the moments became more like counterfeit currency
every five minutes he needs to be reminded she's in the hospital
the nurse-bell is so well hidden no one knows it's a special event (or commemoration)
he doesn't know the person in gloves administering his medication
she can't tell him (we) hope he dies soon
they haven't spoken in over fiftyfour meals
some bells were invented for war and just burning things down
each day was another layer of sun
one more copy of the copy
no one can tell him what had happened 2 weeks ago
some bells lasted two&ahalf centuries (the audience clapping out into infinity)
we were tourists in a museum
tongues like bells behind glass
ziggurats to-be bell-towers counting the rings in our ears
the clock can be heard over long distances
the origin was a tree we carried from house to house
the roadrunner-clock left in his condo was a 78rpm record
every time it hit twelve
something no one could carry for too long on their mind
every five steps produces five more to climb
down
some bells
were too large
were (built) clamped mouth down (stuck inside a fire alarm)
the gun might as well not even exist
pills were seven more pieces of mail to open
each day he seems to lose himself a little more
(she can't tell him who he was)
a photocopier becoming obsolete
(less need for actual pieces of paper)
they haven't spoken in over fourteen signatures on prescription notes
she couldn't write out a schedule for his pills anymore
the audience keeps showing the stamp on their hand
everyone showed up because no one could bare to watch what they would become
the cannon he was shot out of was lit
(with a flame that was struck) possibly decades ago
and the cloud of smoke it produced lasted many days
many of us forgot how to count the years
he was another man when it came to dying
midnight on a compact-disc going off in a bell tower in the center of our now
how many pills does it take to hit 90(something)
they haven't spoken since sometime in the early thousands like they had in the 50's
and may not speak
ever
again
he needs to be reminded how much he loves us
the war is so well hidden it doesn't even have death
or anywhere to hide itself
we sat upright (or slouched) in a mass grave
washing stones (like blabber)
to build another rock wall
another discovered emotion that knows its own borders
one day we will walk over it all
far from now
in arms and walkers
i die every time before i walk into a room
(every dream out on display behind museum glass (like the next round of pills)
it was like one could actually prepare for being woken up
the rooster was a recording of a bell going off in
bumblefuck idon'tknow at hell in the morning
maybe pergatory is alzheimer's
incurable life
"a process of purification or temporary punishment"
the house had too many stories
the sun could never speak over it
the moon jumped to get out of the way of us
his body wanted to last longer than his mind
it was a race
of pills
down his hoarse(dirt-road)throat
to which could hit the bottom (the last house) first
her mind was well equipped to outlast her body
it was a matter of utilitarian choice
"no instinct goes extinct without willing itself too" (somewhere in its cells)(somewhere in its cages)
the row of knees and o(a)rs says from a water cooler on the sideline
the only cheerleaders were angels
(and everyone knew they weren't real)
it was always easier to complain
faking dancing was much harder than actually doing it
do we wish he would have remembered where the gun was (when it was possible) (and mattered)
does years off your life take years to live out (years of living it out)
where does the cuckoo(roadrunner)clock run out
of road
and highway
CLICK HERE to read FULL POEM
needs to be reminded that she didn't leave him
the gun is so well hidden someone hopes it goes off
pills are like doors only someone else has the master key to
she can't tell him it's not a prison
they haven't spoken since she bent over to pick something up
it's been physical therapy (since)
every audience member with a wad full of silly putty
every piece of newsprint faded from the photocopier's light
each day the sun became closer to being a Canon
the moments became more like counterfeit currency
every five minutes he needs to be reminded she's in the hospital
the nurse-bell is so well hidden no one knows it's a special event (or commemoration)
he doesn't know the person in gloves administering his medication
she can't tell him (we) hope he dies soon
they haven't spoken in over fiftyfour meals
some bells were invented for war and just burning things down
each day was another layer of sun
one more copy of the copy
no one can tell him what had happened 2 weeks ago
some bells lasted two&ahalf centuries (the audience clapping out into infinity)
we were tourists in a museum
tongues like bells behind glass
ziggurats to-be bell-towers counting the rings in our ears
the clock can be heard over long distances
the origin was a tree we carried from house to house
the roadrunner-clock left in his condo was a 78rpm record
every time it hit twelve
something no one could carry for too long on their mind
every five steps produces five more to climb
down
some bells
were too large
were (built) clamped mouth down (stuck inside a fire alarm)
the gun might as well not even exist
pills were seven more pieces of mail to open
each day he seems to lose himself a little more
(she can't tell him who he was)
a photocopier becoming obsolete
(less need for actual pieces of paper)
they haven't spoken in over fourteen signatures on prescription notes
she couldn't write out a schedule for his pills anymore
the audience keeps showing the stamp on their hand
everyone showed up because no one could bare to watch what they would become
the cannon he was shot out of was lit
(with a flame that was struck) possibly decades ago
and the cloud of smoke it produced lasted many days
many of us forgot how to count the years
he was another man when it came to dying
midnight on a compact-disc going off in a bell tower in the center of our now
how many pills does it take to hit 90(something)
they haven't spoken since sometime in the early thousands like they had in the 50's
and may not speak
ever
again
he needs to be reminded how much he loves us
the war is so well hidden it doesn't even have death
or anywhere to hide itself
we sat upright (or slouched) in a mass grave
washing stones (like blabber)
to build another rock wall
another discovered emotion that knows its own borders
one day we will walk over it all
far from now
in arms and walkers
i die every time before i walk into a room
(every dream out on display behind museum glass (like the next round of pills)
it was like one could actually prepare for being woken up
the rooster was a recording of a bell going off in
bumblefuck idon'tknow at hell in the morning
maybe pergatory is alzheimer's
incurable life
"a process of purification or temporary punishment"
the house had too many stories
the sun could never speak over it
the moon jumped to get out of the way of us
his body wanted to last longer than his mind
it was a race
of pills
down his hoarse(dirt-road)throat
to which could hit the bottom (the last house) first
her mind was well equipped to outlast her body
it was a matter of utilitarian choice
"no instinct goes extinct without willing itself too" (somewhere in its cells)(somewhere in its cages)
the row of knees and o(a)rs says from a water cooler on the sideline
the only cheerleaders were angels
(and everyone knew they weren't real)
it was always easier to complain
faking dancing was much harder than actually doing it
do we wish he would have remembered where the gun was (when it was possible) (and mattered)
does years off your life take years to live out (years of living it out)
where does the cuckoo(roadrunner)clock run out
of road
and highway
CLICK HERE to read FULL POEM
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Monday, July 5, 2010
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Thursday, July 1, 2010
Art Opening Tomorrow in Portland
Brad Hamers & Jennifer Griffo are both showing some New Art in an Opening on the evening of Friday, July 2, 2010 in SE Portland, OR...come check them out if you are in the area...(SE Stark and 15th)
Wednesday, June 30, 2010
an excerpt of "fevered dreams" by victor sousa
The vastness of ultimate solitude
crushes you and suffocates you
You were stillborn in the womb of time
You who live in the madman's house
and have locked him in the basement
You are not Lord of the Manor
Shame!
Fear made the bed you sleep in at night
It colors the phantasms of perception
The theater of recollection
and the projection of resurrection
The crucifixion of thine own Son
Who knows what strange things lurk
in the hearts of Men
A beast of passion
that devours his own Genius
A clever architect
that built the labyrinth too well
The corridors of the mind
twist always inward
and burrow downward
towards the lair
of dark Fantasy
Dream a dream and stumble
searching for the ghost
of a ghost that is your true-false self
These slumbers are pilgrimages
to a blasphemous Holy Land
Hidden but not Lost
Socrates drank the hemlock
A man of conscience
was born to die
To scale Olympian heights
with haughty confidence
And take flight
on the wings of conviction
A wise man is a critic
and a critic stands alone
at the center of a void
Shifting sands underfoot
All facts are provisional
And all men are the facts they choose
To judge without warrant
and hold the whole world in your eye...
If every man is a kingdom
This man is a republic of tyrants
A contradiction of contradictions
The most foolish of the Wise
-------------------
click here to read full poem (written daily, May 9th - June 8th 2010 AD)
crushes you and suffocates you
You were stillborn in the womb of time
You who live in the madman's house
and have locked him in the basement
You are not Lord of the Manor
Shame!
Fear made the bed you sleep in at night
It colors the phantasms of perception
The theater of recollection
and the projection of resurrection
The crucifixion of thine own Son
Who knows what strange things lurk
in the hearts of Men
A beast of passion
that devours his own Genius
A clever architect
that built the labyrinth too well
The corridors of the mind
twist always inward
and burrow downward
towards the lair
of dark Fantasy
Dream a dream and stumble
searching for the ghost
of a ghost that is your true-false self
These slumbers are pilgrimages
to a blasphemous Holy Land
Hidden but not Lost
Socrates drank the hemlock
A man of conscience
was born to die
To scale Olympian heights
with haughty confidence
And take flight
on the wings of conviction
A wise man is a critic
and a critic stands alone
at the center of a void
Shifting sands underfoot
All facts are provisional
And all men are the facts they choose
To judge without warrant
and hold the whole world in your eye...
If every man is a kingdom
This man is a republic of tyrants
A contradiction of contradictions
The most foolish of the Wise
-------------------
click here to read full poem (written daily, May 9th - June 8th 2010 AD)
Sunday, June 20, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Saturday, May 8, 2010
a transcendent threat - by victor sousa
One in full quest of the spirit
Knows that the goal of life is death.
He's a good man. Good at what?
Generally people are only as good as circumstances
allow them to be.
I believe that all systems of government are corrupt.
And that ours is less corrupt than most.
That China will wait 500 tears before they make a move.
They are that patient.
And that the Muslims own half of Manhattan!
Watch out for Nancy Pelosi.
She's had so many facelifts she can't stop smiling!
Experience has taught me that it is never a good idea
to tell the truth to a cop.
Q. Are you a PC or a Mac?
A. I'm a man god dammit, not a machine!
Your money is racist.
I have a hooligan for a son.
There are a lot of unstable, irrational, people out there.
I'm always nice to my kid.
I don't want him to beat me when I'm old and feeble.
Sometimes I feel like I went straight from being too young
to being too old.
No in between. Aint that always the way?
Everyone gets to be young. Not everyone gets to be old.
Listen, some things you don't want to know.
The insolent and undisciplined.
It's just gaping holes these days.
Man, porn is getting too violent.
I believe in pro choice because I believe in women's liberation.
Kant - categorical imperative - human beings should always be treated as ends, never just means
Some days I don't eat. I'm like a boa constrictor...
By going out of your mind you come to your senses.
If you go looking for a fight, you'll probably find one.
My heart is heavy like a stone.
It's funny isn't it, how quickly love can turn to hate.
This is the great mystery at the center of things...
No man is beyond redemption.
A Lightning Strike.
The Philosopher King!
If the sublimation of libido is the foundation of civilization.
And sex is the clearest expression of libido
then sex is more of a threat to civilization than violence.
pedophile is such a ugly word.
Look at this guy! Look at his face! Like a fucking movie star!
RE: John Fowles, The Collector, They give this book to kids to read?
Listen Man. I need this shit for my mental health problems.
He's asking for a different kind of physician...
What kind of physician?
A Metaphysician.
Obama is the most radical president ever!
Yes, agreed, he is TOTALLY radical!
We are "atoms of consumption"!
I'm listening... I like to think I have an open mind.
There's a lot of ill will in this country.
Pragmatism expressed in the sentiment
Anything that happens, it must be for the best.
A sociopath is someone who is incapable of feeling empathy.
The Grandest of delusions of grandeur. I am the God of Gods.
The heart is deceitful above all things.
What could the next ten years teach that the last ten have not?
I didn't make this world.
The crime is the art.
No one really knows you like the people that knew when you were young.
What do you do? I play video games.
a transcendent threat.
I'm not a loser, I just haven't won yet.
The fiction is the truth. It is true life that lies.
I don't believe in God or the Devil. But I do believe in hell.
"white glove" service
Emerson: "These young men owe us a new world."
Emerson was the superior writer, Thoreau was the superior human being.
He who lives best thinks least about life.
You want to put me down because I want to be a ballerina!
You know, in my life I've embarrassed myself many times.
But, most of those times were when I was drunk.
I've never held a baby.
A medium cappuccino very dry.
Do you have a very dry cappuccino?
All my life, I've always been too old, too young,
too smart or too dumb.
Dune teaches us that the great weakness of the Imperial Saurdukar
was that they never experienced defeat.
An excess of virtue is vice.
The intellectual capacity to understand evolution
with any level of sophistication or even accuracy
is rare.
And we wonder why?
Our whole civilization is a Ponzi scheme.
Knows that the goal of life is death.
He's a good man. Good at what?
Generally people are only as good as circumstances
allow them to be.
I believe that all systems of government are corrupt.
And that ours is less corrupt than most.
That China will wait 500 tears before they make a move.
They are that patient.
And that the Muslims own half of Manhattan!
Watch out for Nancy Pelosi.
She's had so many facelifts she can't stop smiling!
Experience has taught me that it is never a good idea
to tell the truth to a cop.
Q. Are you a PC or a Mac?
A. I'm a man god dammit, not a machine!
Your money is racist.
I have a hooligan for a son.
There are a lot of unstable, irrational, people out there.
I'm always nice to my kid.
I don't want him to beat me when I'm old and feeble.
Sometimes I feel like I went straight from being too young
to being too old.
No in between. Aint that always the way?
Everyone gets to be young. Not everyone gets to be old.
Listen, some things you don't want to know.
The insolent and undisciplined.
It's just gaping holes these days.
Man, porn is getting too violent.
I believe in pro choice because I believe in women's liberation.
Kant - categorical imperative - human beings should always be treated as ends, never just means
Some days I don't eat. I'm like a boa constrictor...
By going out of your mind you come to your senses.
If you go looking for a fight, you'll probably find one.
My heart is heavy like a stone.
It's funny isn't it, how quickly love can turn to hate.
This is the great mystery at the center of things...
No man is beyond redemption.
A Lightning Strike.
The Philosopher King!
If the sublimation of libido is the foundation of civilization.
And sex is the clearest expression of libido
then sex is more of a threat to civilization than violence.
pedophile is such a ugly word.
Look at this guy! Look at his face! Like a fucking movie star!
RE: John Fowles, The Collector, They give this book to kids to read?
Listen Man. I need this shit for my mental health problems.
He's asking for a different kind of physician...
What kind of physician?
A Metaphysician.
Obama is the most radical president ever!
Yes, agreed, he is TOTALLY radical!
We are "atoms of consumption"!
I'm listening... I like to think I have an open mind.
There's a lot of ill will in this country.
Pragmatism expressed in the sentiment
Anything that happens, it must be for the best.
A sociopath is someone who is incapable of feeling empathy.
The Grandest of delusions of grandeur. I am the God of Gods.
The heart is deceitful above all things.
What could the next ten years teach that the last ten have not?
I didn't make this world.
The crime is the art.
No one really knows you like the people that knew when you were young.
What do you do? I play video games.
a transcendent threat.
I'm not a loser, I just haven't won yet.
The fiction is the truth. It is true life that lies.
I don't believe in God or the Devil. But I do believe in hell.
"white glove" service
Emerson: "These young men owe us a new world."
Emerson was the superior writer, Thoreau was the superior human being.
He who lives best thinks least about life.
You want to put me down because I want to be a ballerina!
You know, in my life I've embarrassed myself many times.
But, most of those times were when I was drunk.
I've never held a baby.
A medium cappuccino very dry.
Do you have a very dry cappuccino?
All my life, I've always been too old, too young,
too smart or too dumb.
Dune teaches us that the great weakness of the Imperial Saurdukar
was that they never experienced defeat.
An excess of virtue is vice.
The intellectual capacity to understand evolution
with any level of sophistication or even accuracy
is rare.
And we wonder why?
Our whole civilization is a Ponzi scheme.
Friday, May 7, 2010
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