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Flight

A Flight to Blackout was one of the first bands I got into who played in the instrumental rock genre. This is from their MySpace page:
It is true, the world is full of underground posers, sharpening their sticks for the coming revolution against an opposition that doesn't exist, artistes who haven't done a lick of real artistic work , who use their supposed underground artistic cred to get them in bed with whomever they can scam, would-be rock stars that think they are evolving music by turning it into a vapid fashion show, and supposed followers of old school DIY punks who haven't yet realized that their ideological stance, though noble in its way, simply limits them. But there are also daring innovators and experimenters, willing to risk all to contribute their perspective to the ongoing narrative that is our collective heritage. So how can I say "there is no counterculture?" I can say it, and mean it, because these people would ask you what you're smoking, if you asked what it's like, being a part of "The Counterculture." There is no Grand Unified Scene. These innovators I'm speaking of are the people who push their own boundaries, and the boundaries of the culture around them enough that they are simply classified as "counterculture" or "revolutionary" because the culture, and the media, doesn't really know what to make of them. (My hope is, you could very well be one yourself.)

Shock

A bit of shock treatment to cure addiction? Or just a creation of a hater? (who is probably thinking they are being so ever so witty) If only getting people to quit was as easy as popping on InDesign and wasting glue.

Press

Adam Ferguson, Australia

Two days ago, I went to the World Press Photo Exhibition 2010 that was held in the beautiful Art Nouveau building of Smith & Caugheys. I knew it would be an excellent exhibition. It is in such exhibits that every photo is EPIC, there is no space for pushing around your food, or hesitating over killing a fly. In a way, 'high end' journalist photography is a brutal sort of art.

And as per the photo by Adam Ferguson, which was printed on every leaflet for the exhibition, most of the photos are windows into the life of others. A cliché expression, I know. But when you think that whole worlds, in time as much as space, is framed by this medium, you begin to wonder what is beyond that frame. And of course, I read into the details, as I do for everything; the most trivial can become the most significant.

Here is a glimpse of the exhibition, the images and placement of each etched into my mind: a great amount of middle eastern warfare; oranges in China, affected by toxic waste, creating stunningly abstract photos if nothing else; a pretty boy, admiring his chest after a waxing treatment; a boy recovered from anorexia, a rare thing in males; sport, including tribal rites from Africa; explicit pictures of someone stoned to death with peculiar white stones; an iridescent white beach in the UK; a slaughterhouse; a mother hugging her headless son.

The exhibition closes soon but to all those who went to it, I'm sure it has imparted a great deal of the holistic world to their body of knowledge.