hi everybody.

i just made about 1000 4x6 prints, which include photographs shot on multiple Xiu Xiu tours over the last 4 years or so.

i have a pile of extras. a huge pile.

if you want one of these prints, you can have one for free.

mail me a SASE (self addressed stamped envelope) to:

david horvitz
bard mfa
po box 5000
annandale on hudson, ny 12504
USA

*** on the back of the envelope write: "xiu xiu photo" so i don't mix it up
**** i will only do this until the end of july
***** some of these include xiu xiu in the photos, some don't, so don't be surprised if you get a photo of just a motel bed that we slept in. ok?!?!
****** OK!
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have you ever seen the original solaris? it is really intense.
"i'm not hari!!!!!!" i am watching this and the remake tonite. taking a break from mixing.
in my living room i have a pile of 500 stuffed animals that i bought from a claw machine whole saler. (there is a photo of them as a pyramid on myspace.com/xiuxiuforlife)
the cat frequently jumps into whatever construction might be attempted so usually they are just scattered everywhere in a plush explosion of fixed eyed colors.
in my house also there are incredibly scary millipedes with terrible jointed long legs and long antenna. i hate them. they are living YUCKY and look like what satan would have as saliva.
the cat has gotten interested in killing them. i this. i like that she protects me as i protect her.
she however chased a really huge one into the frontier of 500 plush toys and dove in and out of it trying to skewer her prize.
it was as if she were some kind of kali on the cusp of heaven and hell. not caring nor understanding that she had dominion over light and dark, over all. she is the middle of her plush universe. at this second, her paw is holding down the king of the millipedes. i love her amidst both cute and evil, both white stuffing and green blood. perhaps it would be she who would be my hari sent to me by the sentient ocean of solaris.
earlier today i spent a couple of hours walking along the eno (yes the eno) river in my stupid town.
it feels like a fantasy. upon ones inevitable carving of a suicide note into the bark of tree, this might be the place for it.
have you listened to "your funeral my trial" (if you skip the carny) as of late. oh
oh
oh
to be literally moved to tears. music. oh really! yes! really! more than ever ever ever

 

 

thinking of you.
thinking of you.
thinking of you.
thinking of you. thinking of you.
thinking of you.
thinking of you.
thinking of you. thinking of you.
thinking of you.
thinking of you.
thinking of you.
thinking of you. thinking of you.
thinking of you.
thinking of you.
thinking of you.

 

 

i blogged about a dance night but then it has been awhile since i have been to one.
so if i ever complained about there being no one hot in oakland, there are 1000% fewer hot people in durham.
so, to my 1000% surprise, tonite, dance night, there is a hot person on the dance floor.
of course this does not mean anything other than, oh it is so much nicer to be surprise chimed by the hot than it is to stun blanked by the plain. and she can dance.
anyway, the music is not so great so i am just playing game boy, drinking drambuie (lie, just beer) and occasionally looking up at the small crowd. there is life. there is light.
i got a new game. it is a good one.
once in awhile a good jam arrives and i jump up and try to feel it and it is funish, but not enough to keep me there. so back to the nintendo (no friend oh!) i go.
then........
the aforementioned hot bot grabs my feet and pulls me out of my chair onto the dance floor and says
(ahem)
"you dance with no abandon. i make my own reality."
THE END

 

http://www.bbc.co.uk/worldservice/specialreports/saveoursounds/index.shtml


please go to this link. it is totally wonderful and makes you want to live or stop living as it will not get any better than this if you are a sound obsessed nerd on alert like me. i know you are one. i will see you in the great beyond with headphones on. thumbs aloft! and eyes closed or poked out!

"We want you to help us build an interactive map of the world. So get involved and send in recordings of sounds from where you live." www.BBC.com

i heard about this driving home from NYC this weekend. the commentator also talked about writing a list of every sound she heard within and hour's time and being amazed at what she discovered was around her.
do you think that this would exciting to do and then read or would it be tedious to do and then read?
the answer is IT WOULD BE EXCITING!!!!!!!! and LIFE CHANGING AND EXCHANGING!!!!!!!!

please, if you would like, email to willitburn@hotmail.com, a list of every sound you hear within an hour and i will post it at www.xiuxiu.org

please include your name and where you live. please do or do not feel constrained by reality. abuse your illusion or be TOTALLY HONEST. truth is stranger than diction!

the sound of street protest in iran being crushed by right wing jocks!

 

there is a spider that has laid 3 egg sacks on the window that is next to the desk where i write music. my land lady sent someone over to power wash the house and i asked the man if he would please not wash that window as i was waiting for the eggs to hatch. i thought he would think it was weird but he just said, "no problem."
a few days later one of the sacks opened and there were what looked like 100 grains of brown salt with little legs orbiting it like 100 moons. they were not moving and then one day they were gone. there were many many more webs on the window but i could not see the spiders.
it does not look like the mother has moved at all from where she has been for the last 2 weeks. her body moves so i know she is not dead but she does not move from her post.
today i saw that the next sack had opened. a moment after i had noticed the newest set of 100 spider moons, i saw that a about a foot away was a small, light green caterpillar inching its way up a thread of silk. mechanically going up up up to the eave on my roof.
i looked at it, sitting at a celesta i rented. then like a crazed murderer, a different spider slid down the caterpillar's silk and appeared to bite it. the caterpillar thrashed its body in every direction and threw the spider off of itself down to the ground. it fell 2 stories and would never find the caterpillar again nor ever eat it.
the caterpillar began to contort and writhe. it looked as if it had been poisoned. it went on for five minutes. i could not get back to work. it turned itself inside out and into a ball. but then suddenly, a little more slowly, began to inch back up the silk and made it over the eave until i could not see it anymore.