Thursday, July 09, 2009


Call it Squee/Skwee, call it Dublin/Detroit Down-beat Boogie-Down, call Glaswegian G-Fonk.Wonk, call it - call it whatevr the fuck you like. To be honest, Kek wasn't (n still ain't) really feeling Flying Lotus when he saw him last year, but he's (finally! - yeah, like 15yrs after the fact) started to seriously warm to some of the more (cough-)syrupy-sounding abstract helium-voiced e.fonk stuff. Favourite bits're when it's collaged, chopped into snippets (the smaller the better) that hint at a wider, broader, wobblier canvas - a misplaced, miniature world of found.sound that seems to sit in some sidereal '80's/'00's NonNuum. And the 7" seems the perfect format. It's nice to sit and imagine what this is the soundtrack to - to what world do these brrrrpy-splatch splinter-beats belong?

A few more nudges - a few more philter'd VCOs and sluggish snip-n-paste neon-smeared android-snares - and it might even blossom into a full-on robotik G-Sexxxx romance.

Damn. Bring it awwwn, girl.

All City.


HudMo + Mike Slott = HOC.


Recent sparcity of bloggage mainly due to immersion in The (Official) George Lucas Project - not its real name o'course (that's a Non-Kek Secret) but it'll do for now. And, no, it's not fucking fan-fiction.

Anyway, this is all chudderin' along v. nicely, tho still a fair bit to go. Kek'm not the fastest of writers - and neither am he a slowcoach - ah, but those young turk Bizarros, some of whom recently chalked up 100 pages in a three day marathon *sigh*...well, guessing that most of 'em ain't got kids, etc, etc. Moorcock usedta write some of his early SciFant stuff in short-ish 10-14 day bouts and Keruoac, well, you know...

Kek's research has led him into all sorts o'interesting areas aside from Canonicity/Non-Canonicity (carpentry, animatronic puppetry, the post-structuralists, etc), so the damn thing'll eventually either make a major splash or get him sectioned or sued. Could go any way. The trick is not to lose yer nerve with these things.

Now, one of the story's main characters has to build something - a construct that's been designed within narrowband conceptual parameters, using non-metallic pseudo-early-80's tech, soooo decided it might be fun to try'n figure out how such a thing might have possibly be constructed back then in The 'Real' World. 'Course, it's not really feasible to make such a device, buuu-ut: if you were trying to do this back in the day, how might you approach the problem?

Luckily, one of my friends is a former aeronautical engineer (now on wheels) who just happened to do his doctorate back in the mid-80s, so he let me raid his dissertation for clues to the sort of background tech available in that era:

Yes, yes, I know: 'tis only a piece of fun fiction, but stuff like this helps 'me' Kek could happily read 'tific papers n academic.lit til the cows come home. He was raised on Jack Kirby and The British Journal of Microbiology. Looove the dry descriptive narratives that inhabit these sort of texts - they're not plot-less, but Total Plot, w/ implicit characters, goals, values, etc - the footnotes, references, indices, hyperlinks to other secret knowledge: this is SubMetaFiction, part of some vast HyperNarrative that dwarfs the imagination.

Viral genetics get me off every time; they come complete w/ their own set of beautifully mind-boggling asthetics; it's as elegant as any great whodunit or piece of 'experimental' prose fiction. Intelligent Design: don't make me laff. Life is self-assembling, innit. Systems tend towards unimaginable levels of stacked hypercomplexity and sometimes you just have to sit back and dig the Nth-ness of it all.

Reading's fun. Learning's even better.