Teaches of Peaches

@ The Deaf Institute

Weird but interesting Danish band Liima @ The Deaf Institute in Manchester (anyhow, for some minutes felt like back in the 80s/90s when going to gigs with a backpack packed with all sort of alcoholic drinks).

Industrial lustfull drawings in Northern Quarter

Blowing the brain out with so bad painter when the milleau laid is pack with sapphic drawings, simingly abstract, lustfull adult.

Manchester

Meanwhile, in Manchester, is pouring gravely. In a stringency moment went back to that tight, sensations flowing and warm felt hug lasting years, on a chance encounter, which had last less than a minute.

The 30'ish Birthday party

Day One:

Work visit to the business complex of Canary Wharf (birthday gift by/with EdS)

Day Two:

A new inspiring visual poetic book about 'Private' life for my collection (birthday gift by/with Mona Kuhn)

Day Three [1st July]:

Picnic at London Fields park, in the "Leafy Islington, formerly Trendy Islington, formerly Stabby Islington", on the warmest day in the UK (birthday gift by/with JP)

Day Four:

Gig in Shoreditch, in the historic East End of London, (birthday gift by/with MS)

Day Five:

Late night sparkling wine drink (birthday gift by/with TC)

Day Six:

London Art Week (birthday gift by/with Myself as an art critic)

Day Seven:

Lunch at the Michelin Star St. John's in Clerkenwell (birthday gift by/with GS)

Ain't Gonna Rain Anymore

Ain't Gona Rain Anymore by Nick Cave and the Bad Seeds

Once there came a storm in the form of a girl
It blew to pieces my snug little world
Sometimes I swear I can still hear her howl
Down through the wreckage and the ruins

And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone
And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone

Now the storm has passed over me
I'm left to drift on a dead calm sea
And watch her forever through the cracks in the beams
Nailed across the doorways of the bedrooms of my dreams

And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone
And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone

Now I got no one to hold
Now I am all alone again
It ain't too hot but it ain't too cold
And there is no sign of rain

And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone
And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone
And I'm
Here I'm on my own

She ain't coming back no more
She ain't coming back no more
She ain't coming back no more
Say what you will, I don't care

And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby's gone, yeah
And it ain't gonna rain anymore
Now my baby has gone

Ryoji Ikeda: Spectra

Ryoji Ikeda
Spectra

Sculpture in The City: João Onofre's Box sized DIE featuring Unfathomable Ruination

... 20 minutes later...

Sculpture in The City: Joao Onofre's Box sized DIE featuring Unfathomable Ruination

Preview, July 2nd 2014, 20h45
The Gherkin
30 St Mary Axe
London EC3A 8EP

A London

at Ping

Andy Warhol had photography running through his whole practice. From the screen prints of famous people, to the soup cans, he used photography in a diaristic way taken one to three films a day. A combination of expressions about life; an interest in the non-hierarchical of contemporary life and everyday life things, and also on the reproducibility of the image. His work alludes to the reproducibility of the image, like a wall of mirrors, of photographic reproduction. By stitching images together (like the ones of the ice cream van, in the photo below) he produces a unique art work. With a sculptural quality. With him we see "famous" people laying together with, positioned on the same level of recognisable objects, brands, those desirous things/wants that define the society where we find ourselves immersed in on an historical level. He said things about life, sex, playing, felling both ways with music and things we can't say about food and about you, it is about two, three, the night and day be together.

at Rum Kitchen

Andy Warhol's Ice Cream van photographs at The Photographers' Gallery

Jon Hopkins: Collider

An accelerator in which two beams of particles are made to collide.

Klezmer in the Park

Klezmer in the Park
Regents Park, Bandstand

Marnie Stern - Immortals

Amanda Palmer - The Killing Type

Political disobedience! Urban poetics! Public curatorship!

It is what makes Europe so rich in terms of discourse, thought, culture and liberties... to bad the last sentence on the first video... delivered from the womb of social revolution and common disobedience, by the social-destroyers of history - the French.

Keny Arkana - La Rage

Keny Arkana - Vie d'artiste

Keny Arkana - Capitale de la Rupture

Sunday evening

Although the music was pleasurable and melodious to bad the sound was not in it's best, because I couldn't understand a word of what the Marble Jacksons' were singing at The Old Queen Head, in Angel.

Late at Tate Britain: Hello GoodBye

A Creature I Don't Know

I am not concerned with what you do think about. I was one of the few privileged that was at Laura Marling concert down in London tonight. Two thousand people stayed together in silence to listen to the 2011 Female Voice in a ten UK sold out tour to support the promotion of her new solo album A Creature I Don't Know. At first I've got misled to the somber pieces composed by Drake, words drawn by the works of William Blake and other of the kind, but these were more of the kind of the one I can only find in nature. Not a sea, sun and sand music, but more into the roots. Trawling for warmth along green valleys and streams of fresh water running down the hill. A timeless sensation! In a place where acoustic music has the ability to touch people, Marling's voice made me feel in love, holding in my arms the one who do love me. Like everything in life it is just about emotions with a clear-headed mind. Thank you very much. Hope you have had a good time. I know you did!

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Amadou & Mariam
La Realité

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Ruido Rosa
Dentro
2010