Showing posts with label post punk. Show all posts
Showing posts with label post punk. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 23, 2014

Ruin Radio 7: Lonely Xmas Edition (12/22/2014)


hey. i made this. ^

i’ve had a number of lonely holidays, whether home alone or otherwise. maybe that goes for you, too. this year i’m spending christmas with family for the first time in a few years and i’m hoping for the best. but even if all goes well, this episode's inspired by lonely parts in me. it's dedicated to anyone who feels too lonely to talk about it.

Tuesday, December 9, 2014

Poster for Underpass Show at Hollow Earth (11/21/2014)



this is a poster i drew for a show at hollow earth.

at one point that night, the promoter described it to me as a punk show, though that seemed a little reductive considering a third of the show was improvised cello music and the headlining act sounds a lot like the cure.

and when i say third, i mean subsequent pleasures didn't show up. whatever, i still got to draw a nifty synth with patch cables. 

i had fun doing this, but like just about everything i commit to, it was extremely time-intensive. this is also the first elaborate poster i've made in years (definitely the first hand-drawn one in a long time), and maybe the first i've made for a concert. i learned some things in the process, like how to remove an extra "ue" from the word "subsequent" in an image editor, and how easy it is for "filled-in" spaces to look sloppy when something's photocopied. important stuff. those are little eye-cars, by the way. they were inspired by this.

Ruin Radio 4: The Sleazy Sex Dungeon Tapes (12/01/2014)



show: ruin radio
airdate: 12-01-2014 at 7-8 in the A
episode: 4
episode title: the subtle sleazy sex dungeon tapes, vol. 1
how to hear: hollowearthradio.org
why: if you're feelin morny
what: excerpts from the soundtrack for the 1971 film vampyros lesbos, chicago house moans, carnal new beat cheese, peter "sleazy" christopherson, a dirty little cover of a david bowie ditty, and more.

i thought about calling this "the basement tapes, or, dubious transmissions from the subtle sleazy sex dungeon," but honey that's just too much talk.