I am completely tired of people complaining. The infrastructure of our conditional realities are becoming more and more transparent yet we insist on pretending that we don’t understand how things work, so we can continue to complain and brood over trivial matters as to assign some twisted form of responsibility to our otherwise gradually deflating egos. Even more dangerous, is when we apply the same paradigm to more than trivial matters, and pretend to ignore the larger machines behind the curtains…which aren’t really there at all. Our ambitions become stunted as we continue to cultivate fear and insignificance in a world regulated by vapid and elusive standards, stilted merely by the arbitrary mechanics of commerce and power.

We are fucking magicians. Sorcerers. God damn wizards and warriors…Yet we continue to self-loathe and bang our heads against the fabric of time. We have to realize that its not about “figuring it out.” Nothing is finite. It may be entirely possible that we are beginning to evolve beyond our binary architecture…all we have to do is acknowledge it. We have the ability to believe ANYTHING we want. it only begins there…

So we make art. We conjure up noises and arrange light in space. Somehow we feel okay when see something new…

modern language, as it lay, has given us the power to override the the mental tyranny of idolatry and its "idols" therein. however, the cyclical nature of our evolution has folded time in on itself once again, as the "idol" gains popularity within the superstructure of the once, enlightening and revolutionary, now prevalent and familiar modern language.

the ancient ideals of love, respect, gods and hierarchy have been tabled as just that; "ancient." through the "great divide" of communications after the fall of polytheism, we had hoped to gain a more practical understanding of our reality and the origin of our being. while accelerating at almost uncomfortable speeds to a seemingly hastily "enlightened" state, we suddenly look back at the ancient ideals and relearn the languages as if we had landed here from another planet, poking and prodding at our history as a foreign entity, catergorizing our discoveries, writing essays, expediting our efforts into foreign lands, smoking the leaves of the ancients, hoping to catch a glimpse of their prophecy. what was once commonplace, has become the infatuation and fantasy of a world cloaked in a kind of front end, humanized "GUI," allowing us to stay disconnected from the ACTUAL, therefore experiencing the PERPETUAL VIRTUAL.

while we have developed and possessed a great and beautiful power to use this kind of interface to vicariously re-experience our history, we have often mistaken this vicarious (virtual) experience to be the actual. "if we have learned it, we must BE it." what ancient languages and communication as a whole had achieved, was a kind of presence that was undeniable, as if to say, "this is the way it is, because this is the way we understand it NOW." the grandiose idea of the future was perhaps more a simple mathematical function, rather than the prophetic END OF LINE that has plagued the modern perception of our role in time and space, henceforth driving us to near madness trying to "understand" as much as we possibly can, before its too late.

Catalyst Chicago...

hi folks....CHECK IT OUT!!!!

www.myspace.com/chicatalyst

this is the official "launch" of the Chicago branch of the Catalyst artist collective, based initially out of LA. We are going nutso over here making all kinds of things happen...

check the pictures, watch for updates to see the progress and find out whats going on...

More to come soon!!!!!
stay well....
max

every time i see someone i havent seen in a few months, or more, i am presented with this question: "what have you been up to?!" as much as i would love to flail my arms around and jump into a jubilant long winded description of what my life has been like over the last 6 years, i simply dont know how to do that anymore. i always hoped my life would be "interesting" but i never stopped to think about what "interesting" really means...

i live in the hood. im broke. im in debt. i have the most amazing friends in the world. im surrounded by art and music. i love all of them. i like to cook. there is a ringing in my right ear...im not worried about it. i am building out one of the most amazing spaces i have ever known, and i get to live and work within its walls. i am in love, i am out of love. i am proud of everything we have accompolished but cant help but feel slightly guilty in times of abundance. am i doing enough? im not really worried about it, but i think about it. i unabashedly want more more more... i embrace technology and the chaos it ignites. im not afraid of the future. i feel i owe my friends so much... i fucked up a little here and there. i dont regret any of it. i dont pretend to know what you want. i dont pretend to know that i have figured it out. i dont pay attention to politics. i dont vote. i barely pay my taxes and i dont have insurance. i have not been taking care of my body. i want to be healthy. i want to be "wealthy." i believe the world is about to change DRASTICALLY. i am ready to abandon ship if thats what needs to happen. i am ready to take over if thats what needs to happen. i am NOT ready to get a full time job and feel "cozy." i am beginning to understand. it doesnt matter if you know more than i do, or if i know more than you... i dont even know what that means. im happier than ive ever been and today looks fucking wonderful. everything will fall into place. just like we knew it would.

Good Abominable Twitch news coming soon!

OH TO BE YOUNG AGAIN...

(says the dead man in the hat...foaming at the mouth, ILLIN on some ILL shit).

OH TO BE YOUNG AGAIN...

(says the girl with green hair, unaware of her origin but sure of where shes going)

OH TO BE YOUNG AGAIN...

(says the nan0scopic self sustaining physical growth retardant)

im sure of it...

my new life...

so here i am...

we made the move into what was once known as the DubShack...i am officially moved in but still have some things left behind back at the range...but it feels good to wake up in this:

i finished my room a couple days ago...i have never slept so well...seriously.

now theres the rest of the house.
damn

Dalai Lama in chicago...

yesterday the dalai lama visited chicago.

i didnt really know what to expect. i wanted to buy tickets but it had sold out to some 100,000 people quite quickly...regardless i knew it would be an interesting experience. aside from the thousands of people seated in the park, there was an equal if not greater number of people scattered about outside the park, just there to feel what it was like to be there. some trying to listen to what he had to say, and some just trying to be still. i had never seen the city so calm. within the sphere that was created from this congregation an aura of complete stillness had taken over. i could not hear the traffic, i could not feel the city around me. there were some 200,000 people together at once, and every one of them was content, quiet, and attentive.

i couldnt hear most of what he was saying...but on the 200 foot led screen on the other side of the park, i could see him laughing and sharing insight...with 200,000 people. it was as if he was speaking to one person... which i suppose is the ideal of Buddhism to begin with. i looked around me and people of all shapes, sizes, colors, and backgrounds gathered in awe to witness something they couldnt really explain. they didnt really know what was happening but they wanted to be a part of it...to catch a glimpse of not just a person, or religious figurehead, but of what kind of words and energy were being iterated and exchanged.

and to top it all off, some wonderful friends had the pleasure of performing for dalai lama on stage. i am so happy for them and honored to know them... not just because they played music for the dalai lama, but because they were there. at that moment, for that reason, for those people. time and space working together to clear the air for those who care.

thank you.

i felt great. later that evening i played a show at subterranean and i think it was one of my best sets to date. it just felt right. and it was loud. i could have blown their system...but i decided to be nice. :)

and so it goes...