רעב דבר (The Hunger) is on Myspace.

Originally looking for something completely different, I came accross this article about The Israelite Church of God in Jesus Christ, apparently very famous, whose disciples claim to be “the true biblical and ethnic Jews.” The foundation of the ICGJC doctrine consists in the following statement: everything we’ve been taught is a lie: The real Jews are black.

The article was written by Ms Angela Valdez and published in The Washington City Paper on March 21th, 2008.

Following a pretty simple explanation (obviously), we end up facing the possibility that Hebrews actually had and still have “skin as dark as the earth”. The article is directly linked to stories the journalist apparently experienced herself. Extract:

The teacher calls upon his reader to recite from the Song of Solomon, Chapter 1, Verse 5.

Here is the entire verse from the King James edition: “I am black, but comely, O ye daughters of Jerusalem, as the tents of Kedar, as the curtains of Solomon. Look not upon me, because I am black, because the sun hath looked upon me: my mother’s children were angry with me; they made me the keeper of the vineyards; but mine own vineyard have I not kept.”

Whereas the psychological, philosophical, cultural and theatrical reasons why we keep looking for new explanations of our more or less conventional being on earth (may our skin carry a color that is more or less close to its) are most of the time either exhausting or boring to discuss, the resulting (but indeed, not only) aesthetical aspect of it is most usually an thrilling delight.

רעב דבר (The Hunger), at home.

Real Jews might be black, yes, just as much as True People are hedonists.

Patrick was born in Ireland. For the first two years of his life, Sullivan and his family lived on a farm in the small town of Kenmare. After immigrating to the U.S., the Sullivans resided in Westchester County, NY for four years then packed up and moved to New York City. Sullivan began his academic career at The Trevor Day School and finished at The Beekman School. Although he attended these institutions, both prestigious and educational in a conventional sense, Sullivan was also learning lessons from the city itself, continually drawing inspiration from street art around him. Around age 16, influenced by his family’s own collection and intrigued by the vibrancy of urban life, his interest in art evolved into passion. Since 2005, Sullivan’s been dividing his time between New York and Miami, mostly for buying and spectator purposes. His travels have awarded him the opportunity to not only meet and work with a handful of successful galleries, but to secure his relationships in the world of art dealing. For the past several years he’s been working with Art Watch, a program dedicated to prevent the over-restoration of paintings. After graduating from Christie’s Certificate Program in Modern Art, Connoisseurship and the History of the Art Market in June 2009, Sullivan has developed a keen eye for admiring and appreciating various media of artist expression. P.J.S. Exhibitions will be home to a series of exhibits, rotating every 45 days with a diverse selection of emerging artists’ work. Sullivan’s gallery will highlight work from photographers, tattoo artists and jewelry designers, amongst others, with every fourth exhibit aiming to benefit a non-profit cause.

METANOIA, ” a positive psychological re-building”, is constituted by a selection of works by Ryan Bonilla, Chris O’Donnell, Josh Egnew, Thomas Hooper, Jason June and Stephanie Tamez.
The show is taking place on 238 West 14th Street, between 7th & 8th Avenue, until August 29th.

It was easy to live without these things before we had them, but now we must not only have them, we must talk about them constantly. Was it really so bad to run to the corner in the middle of the night to use the payphone? How about when we, Europeans, left the continent to come to America, goodbye was goodbye, possibly forever? We cried, we felt sad, we committed suicide, we knew it was serious and didn’t want to fuck up.

Dear people of the future, this is how we lived, and how we will no doubt be re-enacted in your bizarre “period piece” movies: standing at payphones, writing letters, throwing rocks at windows, meeting up by chance, failing those things, weeing each other in dreams.

Cholesterol on the arteries, cancers in prostates, the joke is on us now. Especially on me.

Anyway.

Now give an ear to Akay’s flaring-up mixes!

(all vinyl, no computer wankery)
(and see blog for detailed playlists)

Mix9 100220 (nightXperience, Radio X 94.5, 2010-02-20) by Akay

Mix8 100206, 1/2 (Live at nightXperience, Radio X 94.5, 2010-02-06) by Akay

Mix8 100206, 2/2 (Live at nightXperience, Radio X 94.5, 2010-02-06) by Akay

Mix3 080504 > All vinyl (no computer wankery) by Akay

At the party I got stuck in the corner with the dorks.
I tried speaking some hybrid of canceled TV and the new next thing without coming off like a syndicated columnist.
This initiated a spirited game of grabass.
We showed “those motherfuckers” (and our dead parents) what’s up.
Not that I didn’t envy the absent geeks and their tediously subversive gadgets after I ran out of booze.
The dorks were appropriating lampshades. Soon we’ll have coats made of a thousand tiny cameras so you can be reflective and invisible and just go home.

Text by Dan Hoy
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Dan Hoy lives in Brooklyn and is coeditor of SOFT TARGETS. Recent work has appeared in Absent, Cannibal, Effing, H_NGM_N, MiPoesias, and elsewhere. His movie reviews and videos are available on his website.

Wish I was this smart.

I miss you, bona homie.

By Andy Baxter at London Tattoo.

Bob Roberts and Bert Krak
Known Gallery
441 N. Fairfax Avenue
LA, CA 90036
(310) 860-6263

July 31st till Aug 21st