and with @heart-revolution no less
Bastiaan Johan Christiaan “Bas Jan” Ader (1942-1975) was a Dutch conceptual artist, performance artist, photographer and filmmaker. He lived in Los Angeles for the last 10 years of his life. Ader’s work was in many instances presented as photographs and film of his performances. He also made performative installations, including Please Don’t Leave Me (1969).
Ader was lost at sea while attempting a single-handed west-east crossing of the Atlantic in a 13 ft pocket cruiser, a modified Guppy 13 named “Ocean Wave”. The passage was part of an art performance titled “In Search of the Miraculous”. Radio contact broke off three weeks into the voyage, and Ader was presumed lost at sea. The boat was found after 10 months, floating partially submerged 150 miles West-Southwest of the coast of Ireland.
His body was never found. The boat, after being recovered by the Spanish fishing vessel that found it, was taken to Coruña. The boat was later stolen. Ader’s mother wrote the poem “From the deep waters of sleep” after having what she described as a premonition of his death.
Best bridge written this century/best rip of the “Just Like Honey” drum beat by any non-JAMC band.
So many of my friends involved in this video - watch it if you love The Holy Mountain!
Don’t miss the second trailer for “Jean and I”, a look at art left behind by Jean Michel Basquiat through the eyes of his former girlfriend, Alexis Adler.
Catherine the Great’s sexually charged furniture, read more on www.sangbleu.com
Doug Benson: So is there anyone famous who would blow our minds, to find out you smoked weed with?
Tommy Chong: Frank Gehry…Arnold Schwarzenegger…oh and three out of the four Beatles, everyone except Paul.
1. Hymn To The Pillory #guiltyofeverything
Best new band, fantastic lyrics/poetry
You know when you’re driving on an empty highway, or in the middle of nowhere and there’s no cars around and its just forever every which way you look?
I always have the urge, or a need, or a wanton need to get out, lie down, and lay there until I die out there.
Just alone with the breeze and nothing else.
Can’t think of anything more wonderful…