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  • Movies and Music Return to Loring Park

    MUSIC
    Movies and Music in the Park featuring The Alarmists




    This annual tradition is one of my favorites. I still remember my first
    time in 1992 or ’93…I was an angsty 15 year old when I went to see Babes in Toyland play – a band which I held in the highest regard (and I had the Lori Barbero-style dreads
    to prove it). That evening became a memory that I still identify as
    being one of the first times I really felt like I was part of an
    important scene. While Movies and Music in the Park
    may not become such an epic memory for most, I still relish the thought
    that a few young and inspired music fans may find their way there to
    experience the camaraderie that I did on that long-ago summer eve. Tonight’s musical act is The Alarmists,
    an energetic troupe of local phenoms whose indie pop-rock sensibility is as
    charming as it is danceable. Following their performance, enjoy a
    screening of the Marx Brother’s comedy, Duck Soup. Bring a blanket to sit on!



    Music at 7pm, Film at Dusk, Loring Park, Hennepin & Grant St., Minneapolis, Free


    READINGS

    Susan Quinn: Furious Improvisation



    Tonight at Common Good Books get up close and personal with author Susan Quinn, who will read from her new book Furious Improvisation. A gripping recount of an epic time in American history when the Depression was in full swing and the controversial Federal Theater Project,
    a daring experiment by the U.S. government, engaged, inspired, and
    offended audiences far and wide. Focusing on remarkable visionary Hallie Flanagan,
    director of the Theater Project, the Roosevelt administration, and the
    social turmoil spurred on by anti-communist sentiment, Quinn documents
    a captivating era in this fascinating portrayal.



    Want to make an evening of it? Try tasty tapas or a lamb burger at W.A. Frost’s bar popular for its upscale but affordable fare – just around the corner from Common Good.



    7:30pm, Common Good Books, 165 N. Western Ave., St. Paul, Free





    FILM

    There Nor There



    If you’ve never been to the historic Suburban World Theatre before, you’ve simply got
    to check it out. Lucky for you, I’ve got the perfect excuse for a jaunt
    to this beautiful old Uptown landmark! Through Wednesday, The Suburban
    World is offering a special deal for screenings of locally produced
    independent film There Nor There, complete with a glass of wine for $15. A cute date night for filmies, There Nor There is
    a dramatic portrayal of four friends struggling to find their place in
    society after college. After one of the friends unexpectedly commits
    suicide, leaving a bizarre note behind, the group is thrown into an
    altered state, loosely based on Dante’s "Purgatory", where nothing is
    what it seems – and the future depends on one final choice.



    7:30 or 10pm Showings, Suburban World Theatre, 3022 Hennepin Avenue, Uptown, $15

    MUSIC
    The Swingset

    Did the long work day take the spring out of
    your step? Head down to Cafe LoTo for a hepcat-friendly happy hour that
    will have you snappin’ your fingers in no time. The Swingset is a
    bi-weekly series that will feature the snazzy jazzy stylings of Supreme Privacy,
    a trio comprised of Devon Gray and Sean McPherson of Heiruspecs, and Andy
    Blessing. Come relax in the clean, modern ambiance of Cafe LoTo, sip
    cocktails and try out LoTo’s expansive menu of tasty fare that ranges from upscale bar food to gourmet pizzas to succulent steaks.

    5pm-8pm, Cafe LoTo, 380 Jackson Street, Downtown St.Paul, Free


  • A Cultural Complaint

    I was recently quoted in print saying, "I don’t particularly like complaining." This came as a huge surprise to many of my friends, who immediately contacted me about what they perceived as a glaring inaccuracy in the article. Of course, I protested that it all made sense in context: I was being interviewed about a music festival I co-curate and produce, and was trying to explain the genesis of the event. I was tired of hearing that there was "nothing going on" in town and decided to make something happen and give the lie to that particular complaint. I’ll admit, though, that anyone who knows me well will have often heard me complain about a number of pet issues. (e.g., Unless you have some time on your hands, don’t get me started on Daylight Saving Time. If you must, ask me about that in the fall, when you "gain" an hour.) However, I stand by my statement: I don’t particularly like complaining.

    I have two explanations for this seeming contradiction. One is somewhat legalistic: I don’t like complaining; it’s just that the world too often conspires to force me to do it. The other is closer to the truth: I think that once you find yourself complaining about something repeatedly, you have two options–either do something to create the change you want to see or shut up, OR get used to it and leave the rest of us in peace. Ideally (though this is often not the case) a complaint has a function, like the pain that makes you pull your hand out of the fire. It ought to help you organize your thinking about the world you wish to see and spur you to some kind of action.

    One of my favorite recurring complaints regards the visual arts coverage in the Twin Cities. Or, rather, the near complete lack of it. Our local media seem quite happy to repeat, ad nauseam, that we have a strong arts scene, or that the Twin Cities are somehow supportive of the arts. Well, this may or may not be true, but there is a difference between supporting "The Arts" and having any sort of meaningful or engaging discussion of any specific art. This is especially troubling as visual art thrives on discourse and withers in its absence. In some ways the difference between a piece of art and any other object is that the art object is a locus for discourse, an attempt to embody, however tenuously, some kind of idea or meaning, and to engage in some way with the history of those ideas. This means, in turn, that works of art are always contingent objects, and require community and context for their very existence.

    Oddly, though the local dailies and weeklies have "Art" sections, this tends to mean CD, film, theatre and dance coverage. Of course, there is nothing wrong with any of these forms, but when I tell people I went to art school, they rarely assume I must therefore be an actor. It’s been somewhat galling to me, as an artist, that the "Art" sections have precluded it’s very namesake: art. It seems odd to me that any day of the week I can find a review of a play, a dance piece, a film, a new album, or even of live music events that have already passed, yet seldom find any coverage at all of visual arts exhibitions, despite the fact that they are on display for a month or more. I was especially troubled this past year (troubled enough to cancel my subscription) when the Star Tribune "Fall Arts Preview" listed exactly four upcoming visual arts events. Of those, three were at the major arts institutions in town, and only one had any local content. The only other visual art related article in the entire section was reprinted from the New York Times.

    So, what will follow in my upcoming posts is my attempt to do what little I can to contribute to a change, to be part of a larger conversation, and to put my money where my mouth is. Offered the opportunity to be part of a group attempting to start some discourse about local art, I really couldn’t say no, despite several reasons to be reticent. As a practicing artist, I fear any implication of conflict of interest. Having many friends in the local arts scene, I worry about being either perceived as too partisan or having honest criticisms received as unduly harsh. As a non-writer, I may not be the man for the job. I guess we will see. I am happy to say that my fellow writers here have already given me less to complain about. All the same, I am sure more complaints will follow.

  • Dracula, Paella and Drinking Organically

    Where would Count Dracula dine if he visited the Twin Cities? We don’t have any Romanian restaurants, but if he misses the cooking of his native Transylvania (now a part of Romania), he’ll have a once-a-year opportunity on Saturday, July 26, when Saint Stephen Romanian Orthodox Church, Saint Paul, sponsors its annual Twin Cities Romanian Festival. The menu will feature Romanian sausage, grilled chicken, salad, Romanian pastries, beer and more. A Romanian music ensemble will perform in traditional costumes, and tours of the church will be offered.

    On second thought, this probably isn’t a good bet for the Count: the festival will be held only during daylight hours (11 a.m. to 7 p.m.), and the tour of the church is sure to include an abundance of crosses.

    July Special At Saffron: I’ve never really understood why the 112 eatery always seems to be jam-packed, and the terrific Saffron, right across the street at 123 N. 3rd Street is often half-empty. Don’t get me wrong – Isaac Becker is a great chef, and I love the food at 112 Eatery, but the decibel level can be awfully high, and the last couple of times I have tried to dine there, the wait for a table was longer than I could handle.

    I have never had to wait for a table at Saffron, which, for my money, ranks as one of the best restaurants in the Twin Cities — and offers a much quieter and more relaxing setting. Some of the entrées are a bit pricy, but there are also a couple of options for under $20, and sometimes we just share a few of the mezze (Middle Eastern tapas, $4-$6) or small plates (mostly $8-$10).

    The owners call the cuisine "Mediterranean and Middle Eastern," but that doesn’t really convey the sophistication of chef-owner Sameh Wadi’s cooking. They’re offering a three-course tasting menu again this month, but this time it’s a dinner for two, for $55 — or $50 for a vegetarian version. The July menu starts with a selection of mezze, followed by paella for two — made with chicken, seafood and saffron-flavored rice, with assorted ice creams and sorbet for dessert. Call 612-746-5533 for reservations.

    Drinking Organically at Agri: The cuisine at Cafe Agri, 4300 Bryant Ave. S., Minneapolis, may be a little too healthy for my tastes, but I would gladly go back, grab a sidewalk table and try some of their extensive list of organic and sustainably produced wines and beers, especially at these prices: lots of choices wines from Argentina, Chile and Italy, priced at $4.50 a glass or $18 a bottle, plus an interesting selection of organic and gluten-free beers, both domestic ($4) and imported ($7).

  • Golf Sex

    On a recent sunny afternoon in Minneapolis, four fabulous looking ladies put some serious sass into the usually bland game of golf. As the young fasionistas shimmied across the grounds of the Walker Museum’s new Artist Designed Mini Golf Course, the women combined ample cleavage and golf putters to make the fantasy of millions of American males finally come true. Astroturf never looked sexier.

     

    The gorgeous golf girls, who were all in their twenties and in ridiculous high heels, casually flitted around the unique sculptures/golf holes that were on display, even occasionally trying to hit a ball. On Hole Two, where numerous empty glass bottles hung from ropes over the putting green, the group giggled lightly as one of the women jokingly did a sexy come hither burlesque walk through the bottles. Ten feet away, a male golfer in a classic visor and Dockers nearly swallowed his tongue.

    Immediately following the four sultry women, my son and I stepped onto the golf course and the whole sex vibe instantly died. I’m a stocky Barney Rubble look alike and my son is Bam Bam dressed in Gap Kid clothes. There is no greater buzzkill in the world than a four year old boy wielding a golf club. With his index finger rammed up his nostril, constant barrage of mind numbing questions, and possible hot pile of poop in his pants, my son is two legged anti-Viagra.

    When the four hotties sauntered off to Hole Three, we moved onto the platform to the Hole Two bottle fun. Without a single word of instruction from me (I’m about as good at golf as I am at speaking Mandarin), Murphy drew the club back behind his ear and violently slap shot his golf ball all the way across the frame and out onto the lawn. The sex kittens playfully giggled as my son tore off into the bottle maze to find his ball. Within seconds, he couldn’t navigate the bottles dangling from above and soon looked like a drunk staggering around in a house of mirrors. I reached in and lead him out. After he retrieved his ball, he promptly slam dunked the thing into the cup and raced to the next hole.

    The course was at times difficult and at others just plain odd. With the sports aspect taking a back seat to wenches and weird metal roosters, at times I felt like it was something Andy Warhol probably came up with in gym class while all the dick hard jocks were tagging him with dodge balls. But each hole was inspiring and unique and the entire local artist congregation designed environmentally sound and challenging pieces.

    There were holes with water towers, giant carpeted waves, Paul Bunyan, and even one where we shot our balls into Teddy Roosevelt’s mouth. And amazingly, they were all made from recycled or reused materials like crushed glass and rubber tires. We spent a solid ten minutes at a hole where we had to peddle a stationary bike backwards to shoot our ball into a giant pinball machine, then use the hand brakes to move the flippers, and finally had to putt our balls through a labyrinth of slots.

    We finished golfing and took a nice leisurely stroll through the Sculpture Garden across the street. With the heat slowly fading away and the blue sky just beginning to fill with stars, we walked hand and hand under an awesome summer sky that was filled with both day and night. We playfully chased each other into a grove of trees where our innocent Father and Son moment was punctured by the sight of two young people dry humping the bejesus out of each other on a secluded bench.

    After I saw my son’s worried expression, I told him, “Those people are just wrestling.”

    “Like those two bears at the zoo?” he innocently asked.

    “Ugh, yep.”

    (I chuckled because every time we see two living creatures engaged in foreplay or intercourse, whether it is two horny twenty-somethings fresh from two-for-one drinks at Liquor Lyles or mating grizzlies at the Minnesota Zoo, I always tell him that they are just wrestling. And I don’t know why I do this. Maybe it’s because I went to Catholic school for thirteen years and was told that God would send a plague of locusts after me if I had premarital sex. The whole wrestling excuse seems to cover all the logistics of the situation. But I can’t help but think that when my son has his first sexual intercourse experience [when he’s married of course!] he will greet his partner with a flying forearm shiver as he leaps off the bedpost.)

    We quickly left the happy humpers and returned to the golf course to eat a small snack from the golf shack which featured food from Wolfgang Puck’s Gallery 8 Cafe. Darkness was just beginning to cover the grounds and the downtown city lights twinkled in the distance. The course was now bustling with a whole legion of people on dates. There were straight couples and gay dudes, all noodling each other as they swung golf clubs around. As we walked to the car, you could feel waves of summer loving wafting off the golf course.

    Who knew that a sport normally reserved for rich white guys could be such an aphrodisiac?

  • Having "It," but not necessarily talking about "It"

    Note to "media types:" Your power by using sexual innuedno to get the "prized audience" isn’t working so well…anymore!

    I have been spending a lot of time lately doing research on what people read and why. There are a few important areas that seem to bug the future of this country and the ones who will ultimately be the ones to make or break the disastrous state of our economy.

    First of all, kids, for the most part, are honest about everything. They are informed, sometimes too much, and can smell a phony from miles away.

    I asked my "research group" to help me understand what drives them to the sources they use for information, besides what they learn in school. The conclusion of my study was not surprising to me personally, but may be to some of you "media types…"

    Let me begin with this: The people I have been doing research with are teenagers from ALL walks of life and from different socio-economic backgrounds.

    Without giving away too much of the valuable information that I have accumulated over the last several months, I will share with you this, a portion of what I heard: "Don’t think we can’t figure out when someone has to use SEX in a headline to get our attention. If the writer has real experience and wants our attention, then it will happen naturally because we are inundated with images of SEX all day long and are numb to it. Thanks to the Internet, cable TV, bad radio shows…etc…We don’t think that SEX is any big deal."

    This, to me, a 40-year-old woman who is not embarrassed to say that I still feel shy about sex, is sad and disturbing.The allure of those great things in life we call "Chemistry" and "Love" seems to have hit the skids. And the adults who are using the innocence of young people to take away one of the pleasures we look forward to in life are responsible. This admittedly including myself at times.

    Sex may sell to some, but after a lot of conversations with the young ones, the excitement of the unknown, the mystery of what makes you fall in love and experience sex are still right where they should be: in their hearts. They still want it to be experienced the old-fashioned way: through unconditional love, honesty, kindness, respect, compassion, and friendship. Not from a "media type" who clearly would not have to talk about something sacred if they were getting that something sacred at home.

    As I was told by my parents and try to convey to my own teenagers: If you have "it," enjoy "it," and appreciate "it." The ones who don’t have "it" are easy to spot; just go on your gut and your morals and you will know.

  • Zinefest: Where Street Cred Meets Literature

    PERFORMANCE

    SuperGroup: GroupWork One



    I’ve got a soft spot for artsy weirdos, and artsy weirdos these are. New avant garde performance troupe "SuperGroup"
    will premiere their brand-spankin’ new
    dance/performance/art/theater/sculpture piece this weekend at the
    Bedlam Theatre to most likely baffled, but surely enraptured audiences.
    Collaborating with NYC-based performance artist Abby Browde, the group
    with take you on a journey of the absurd and the beautiful in this
    movement exploration of construction, destruction, monument and art. As
    the group says, "There’s no it to get – or maybe infinite its to be gotten". Want to make an evening of it? Feast at the Red Sea right around the corner, then head to the Bedlam for drinks and glorious oddity.



    Friday, 7pm (Through Sunday), Bedlam Theater, 1501 S. 6th Street, West Bank






    ART

    Face the Nation


    The affect of the changing world on typography will be on display when
    the Minnesota Center for Book Arts presents Face the Nation,
    a new
    exhibit that begins July 12 in the Star Tribune Foundation Gallery. The
    changes in typography between 1900 and 1960 – a period that
    encompassed two World Wars – will show how the desire to reinforce,
    redefine or transcend national identities shaped their design thanks in
    part to changes in technology. Two coordinating exhibitions will
    feature the work of two designers who explore typography in
    contemporary graphic design. There will also be several presentations,
    workshops, discussions and screenings included throughout. – Andrew Newman



    Friday, Reception 6-9pm, MN Center for Book Arts, 1011 Washington Avenue, Minneapolis



    SPECIAL EVENT

    Zinefest



    An annual tradition, the Minneapolis Zinefest
    plays host to some of the Midwests’ best homegrown artists and writers.
    This two-day event at Steven’s Square Center for the Arts celebrates
    independently published and DIY books (zines) made by Twin Cities
    zinesters. Over 30 exhibitors will be peddling their wares throughout
    the weekend along with displays of vintage Minneapolis zines, an art
    show, demos, discussions, and documentaries. Reading local zines is a
    cool way to beef up your underground pop culture street-cred, and
    Zinefest is a great place to get schooled on this interesting and
    little-known Twin Cities subculture.



    Saturday 11-5pm, Sunday 11-4pm, Stevens Square Center for the Arts, 1905 3rd Ave. S, Minneapolis, Free






    FASHION

    Rox Summer Sip



    Did you know Robyne Robinson made jewelry? Well, she does, and it’s totally gorgeous! Rox Jewelry,
    her line of strong and earthy diva-wear features one-of-a-kind
    creations designed and hand assembled by Robinson herself. Shiny
    baubles and raw stone compliment sparkling filigree, tusk, bone, and
    precious metals in this aptly named collection. Join Robyne at Bar
    Lurcat this Saturday afternoon for a glass of vino and a leisurely
    perusal of her finest wares. She can help you select the perfect
    compliment to any outfit, from a dazzling centerpiece necklace to the
    teensy glint of a delicate earring. Don’t worry boys – Robyne’s got a
    men’s line too!



    Saturday, Noon-5pm, Bar Lurcat, 1624 Harmon Place, Loring Park, Free





    ART

    Serious Art



    Here’s a truism of modern art: Every new generation of emerging young
    artists is convinced it will reinvent the culture. And, strangely
    enough, they all go about this reinvention pretty much in the same way:
    By making a bunch of meaningless noise. Think of Tristan Tzara here,
    and his poems that go nowhere. Think of Jackson Pollock’s random
    splotches and drips. Think of the long and ambling filmic experiments
    of Warhol’s Factory. It’s not surprising, then, that the upcoming show "Serious Art" at First Amendment Arts of work by young artists Michael Gaughan and the group that calls itself Hardland/Heartland
    traffics in the realm of the bizarre and incongruous. Even the PR
    material are in on the act, abecedarianally describing the show as,
    "absurd, barbaric, concerning, despicable, entertaining, flippant,
    gregarious, half-baked, intellectual, jarring, knowledgeable,
    ludicrous, mellifluous, non-sensical, outlandish, perplexing,
    quadrangular, ridiculous, subversive, typical, urban, verbose,
    whimsical, xeroxed, yawn, zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz boring." What
    this means, likely, is a colorful and head-scratching aggregation of
    colorful drawings, collages, paintings, installations, hand-made books,
    music, and fashions. – Michael Fallon


    Saturday, First Amendment Arts, 1101 Stinson Blvd., Basment Studios, Northeast Minneapolis, Free





    SPECIAL EVENT

    Bastille Day Block Party



    The fearless folks at Barbette
    throw yet another amazing block party in honor of French independence!
    If you’re familiar with owner Kim Bartmann’s other endeavors such as Bryant Lake Bowl and The Red Stag Supper Club, you’re well aware that this crew is well-seasoned when it comes to block party throwing. Their annual Bastille Day
    celebration will definitely feature more fun in the sun than you’re
    used to on a Sunday afternoon, with a Northstar Rollergirls Mini Derby,
    an aerialist, a flea market, delicious organic food to your heart’s
    content, and a stellar musical lineup that will knock your beret off!
    Rock out to local notables such as the Sensational Joint Chiefs, Faux
    Jean (the original lineup!), Romantica, Black Blondie, and more.

    4-10pm, Outside of Barbette, Irving & Lake Street, Uptown, Free

  • The New Dada

    Part the first — History Is the Past

     

    History is something that happens to other people. -Anonymous

     

    WELCOME STUDENTS. I’d like to begin today’s seminar with a pop quiz. (No groaning, people!) Please take out your Bluebooks and answer the following two-part question:

    1. Identify the following historical era: In the early years of a century, at the end of a long era of prosperity, there occurred a contentious generational baton-pass between an older, tradition-minded generation (often called the "Civic Generation," but also sometimes the "Greatest Generation"), to a younger generation noted for being insecure, disillusioned, and "lost." That new century’s dreams for continued prosperity and peace had been ended by a brutal war that, while at first very popular, was later deemed the deceitful, wool-pulling act of a reactionary leadership bent on preserving a dying world order. The resulting atmosphere of destruction, death, disappointment, and demoralization defined the history of an entire generation.

    2. Identify the movement that was birthed of this era, and describe its location and surrounding circumstances: Out of the era’s despair and dismay, a group of young artists and writers gathered in a place of refuge and began venting their anger at the times in the best way they knew how: through art. Making use of new communications technologies (which often became a subject of the work), the loosely linked group took to questioning the meaning, and subverting the value, of what had been held sacred by the generations previous. The resulting art was often obtuse and insensible, but it also captured the underground anger of an age and shocked an otherwise apathetic public.

    Everyone got your answers? Good, let’s check em.

    Question 1: This era occurred circa 1916-1923, and is sometimes dubbed the years of the "Lost Generation." The war was World War I — a.k.a., the Great War — and the reactionary leaders were the last, blind rulers of the old Empires of the 19th century.

    Question 2: The place of artistic refuge was Zurich, Switzerland; the recent communications breakthrough was the rapid expansion of cheap printing methods on newsprint, and the art movement came to be called dada.

     

    (A little bit of dada from back in the doo-dah…)

     

    Dada, the 20th century’s greatest and perhaps earliest art movement primarily intended to shock the established order, was birthed of war and its aftermath. Dadaist artists and poets, who comprised a wide range of styles and approaches — such that it’s difficult to identify any single dada style — were connected via a sense of protest and discontent and by their use of mild obscenities, scatological humor, obscure visual puns, nonsensical language experiments and imagery, and blasé gestures. (Think Marcel Duchamp’s Mona Lisa moustache, called properly "L.H.O.O.Q." (1919), or his flat-footedly presented urinal called "Fountain"). (Note: The title "L.H.O.O.Q." is a wry and baudy pun in French, because read aloud it makes a sentence, "Elle a chaud au cul," which, translated, means, "She has heat in the arse." )

                    

    The group’s primary goal, then, embraced by young artists around the world and across the ages, was to outrage and repel the public (read: the established elders of the time). Today, history suggests the dada movement is key to understanding the sense of meaninglessness of the post-War era.

     

    Part the second — History Is the Present

     

    History is the present. That’s why every generation writes it anew. But what most people think of as history is its end product, myth. -E.L. Doctorow

     

    OF COURSE, AS WITH ALL GOOD HISTORY LESSONS, I suggest there’s also a second, alternate, partial-credit answer possible to today’s pop-quiz.

    That is, the advanced students among you might have noticed that another era also fits the historical description above. Just substitute, for instance, in your answer to question 1: the Iraq War for World War I; the Bushies for the great old oligarchs; the malaise of now and the current generation for that of the early 20th century’s "lost generation" — et viola, what’s old is new again! (The only question that remains is with the impending death of older, newsprint-based information systems where can one find a movement of artists seeking a place of refuge from all the turmoil today and a method to express their discontent?)

    But you don’t have to take my word alone on this connection between then and now. Other commenters have suggested that the current conditions are similar to what created dada. Tyler Green, for example, reviewed a retrospective of dada at the National Gallery in 2006, and wrote: "[Dada] is a celebration of the power artists have to portray horrors, as well as a celebration of the voice they have in condemning the circumstances that produced those horrors. On view in Washington at a time when our nation is questioning the Bush administration’s conduct before and during war in Iraq, it is a rare — very rare — instance of an exhibition at our National Gallery of Art bumping up against the news of the day."

    Certainly, there has been lively activity among political-minded artists in recent years. The 2006 Whitney Biennial was filled with young artists venting a variety of grievances through artistic gesture. (It’s a personal hypothesis of mine that this show’s curators — Philippe Vergne and Chrissy Iles — had hoped to evoke the energy and subversive qualities of dada in their curatorial choices; as to whether they succeeded in any way, well, I’ll discuss that in a moment…) Even well-established artists — such as Mel Chin (in recent sculptural objects suggest makeshift humvee armor, for instance), Jenny Holzer (in recent paintings based on declassified government documents related to the Iraq War), and Siah Armajani (in a recent public monument that conflated Fallujah with Guernica) — have gotten the political bug of late.

    As Enrique Chagoya said in a recent issue of Art in America dedicated to political art, "I have noticed many more artists dealing with political content since 9/11. The world changed after that ominous day, and the topics are more urgent and global than ever. Just look at how many issues are making us anxious in our country and in the world: political and economic corruption, global warming and our dependency on fossil fuels, the rise of xenophobia, ethic cleansing wars, discrimination toward women and minorities, etc. — the list could be really long."

     

    (Recent image of the Bush administration by Enique Chagoya)

     

    Still, the current generation’s political art up till now has been greatly lacking in something, some je ne sais quoi, or magic if you will, to capture a wider audience. Mostly it’s been dull and dry and deadpan and rote, lacking spark and inspiration — or the power to spark imagination in others (and thus win them to a cause). In my view, it’s
    a great disappointment that in this day and age of so much to protest and rail against, there appears to be no movement among artists that has any of the depth and quality to upset, confuse, question, and subvert like the dada movement of old.

    So where, I ask you students of history, is the New Dada?

     

    Part the third — Nothing Is More Delightful Than to Confuse and Upset People

     

    Nothing is more delightful than to confuse and upset people. People one doesn’t like. What’s the use of giving them explanations that are merely food for curiosity? The truth is that people love nothing but themselves and their little possessions, their income, their dog. -Tristan Tzara

    SO, THUS BEMUSED AND DISTRACTED by my own ideas and preoccupations about the current times and its art, a few weeks ago I received a cryptic, and unsolicited, email from a sender I did not know — a guy named Alex, who apparently is a regular a reader of some of my more obscure web-based arts writing. The email included only a weblink, and no other explanation; no text, no greeting, nothing at all of an explicatory nature. Of course, being an incurably curious sort — especially when it comes to online offers and links of uncertain provenance — despite my better judgment I clicked through the message to the other side. And what I found was an inscrutably low-tech-looking, clunkily typographed webpage with, again, no explanation beyond another link, this time to a pdf file of a document written by one Alexander Lane — thus solving one mystery (who this "Alex" was), but leading to another (what did this guy want?).

    The essay, which, frankly, could have been written by a failing high school sophomore English student (who had never learned how not to use passive voice), was a rundown of a recent panel discussion at the New Museum in New York, "Net Aesthetics 2.0," which examined the phenomenon of something called "Internet art."

    Now, I consider myself a fairly open-minded guy, and somewhat youthful and accepting despite my advancing years. But like any busy contributor to the national economy, between you and me, I was getting peeved by all of Alex’s obfuscation and crypticism. Still, against my better nature, I dug in and tried to make sense of this essay, painfully as it was written (and painfully as it was presented), and as a result I learned the following nugget of gold: Apparently, a lot of artists are using the Internet to make art these days.

    Also, I learned, many of these artists often participate in something called "surfing clubs." I had never heard of such, but, according to another essay I dug up (via a couple of testy email exchanges with Cryptic Alex), a surfing club, as defined by Marcin Ramocki, is, apparently, a communal blog, usually run by artists, that may have several characteristics. These characteristics include: an internal dialectical and syntactical logic and narrative flow; a disregard for audience expectations in favor of its own infrastructure; a tendency toward semiotic and conceptual "games"; a connection to the act of "surfing" the Internet to find random materials and referents; a self-awareness of certain cultural codes inherent to the internet (among the most common being "Minimalism," "slacker art," "rock music," "youth culture," "programming language," "cute, extremely ugly eighties colors," "beauty for beauty’s sake," "porn,"and "video games"); and a tendency to evolve and change quickly (as per the culture of the Internet).

    The art done on these blogs is, I learned, at first glance rather off-putting and inaccessible, perhaps much in the same way Dadaist art and poetry must have been for the older generation of the time. It is raw, blatantly youthful, full of noisy, and seemingly random, disjointed imagery and gestures. The work denies any clear interpretation, and it is often repulsive and off-putting, confusing, upsetting, and resistant to clear explanation — just as Tristan Tzara may have preferred.

    In fact, it seems, the extra-credit answer to question 2 could be that the Internet is both the place of artistic refuge and the recent communications breakthrough for artists seeking to vent their frustrated modern spleen. And, it seems possible, that in this Internet Art movement we may well have the perfect analogue to the greatest protest art movement of the last century. That is, this cadre of young, disparate, unaffiliated, and angry online artists, who have found on the Internet a place to voice their underground discontent, may be the earliest wave of the New Dada.

    (Sample of art from a "surfing club" weblog based in Minnesota)

     

     

    The part in which I AM conclusory (or, at best, partially conclusive) — CHoosing Instead to Provide Links (with explanation) to Samples of This Internet Art Phenomenon (both local and national), So You Can Judge for Yourself

    WITHOUT FURTHER FUSS, below I present some practitioners of the obscure art of the Internet — from "surfing clubs" both national and local — for you to make your own call (as to whether these measure up to dada, or else seem something altogether different).

     

    National Surfing Clubs/Internet Art Groups

    (Art by Tom Moody, from Nasty Nets)


    Nasty Nets — Apparently this group began posting in 2006, and is credited with being first to coalesce a growing movement of artists interested in online blog art. The community is relatively small, comprised of artists, curators, and activists/bloggers pushing boundaries (in the manner of Dadaists of old), and in fact questioning whether what they’re doing is art at all.

    Loshadka — has existed since May 2007. The first post on the site, extant during that first month, says everything about the site’s aesthetic and m. o.:


    PWN

    everything

    billy you’re gay right?
    admin;

    2 Comments »

    1.
    yesyesyesyesyes
    Comment by billy — June 22, 2007 @ 7:41 am

    2.
    gives me a pwnr thinkin about it
    Comment by prawnstar — June 28, 2007 @ 5:08 am


    Spirit Surfers — A much more clean, graphic-designy, and less frenetic site than some of its competitors, Spirit Surfers is no less obscure and obtuse – nor biting and incisive — for all the cleanliness. One of my favorite posts on this site is Tim Skirvin’s documentation of the building and destruction of a scale lego model of a Star Destroyer (from Star Wars). It’s particularly poignant that the Star Destroyer was destroyed by a cat named Tulip.

    Double Happiness — Click on this site, and you get a frenetic soundtrack mixture of sounds from 1980s uber-soundtrack of Top Gun, hip hop music, and a 1-800 infomercial. Plus, chocolate chip cookies with bacon
    , Google maps to pizza places in Poughkeepsie, and an image of the Hulk having standing sex with Wonder Woman.

     

    (Another sample of Internet Art)

    Heck, with Internet Art, you just never know what sort of visions you’ll see — nor how obscure and obtuse they will be.

     

    Minnesota-based Surfing Clubs/Internet Art Groups

    Here are some locally-based attempts at Internet Art, though (*please note) it is often difficult to know precisely where such "surfing clubs" are located. This is because the artists often eschew their very identity, including their names, locus, origins, and so on, when they get involved with such sites.

    The Shitizens — A mishmash of local artists hip to national Internet Art trends, this site also seems to be one of several efforts by a local artist/blogger named Hollingsworth J. McTubbins. Check out the silly whip fetishism in this fun post.

    Hardland/Heartland — A group of artists who seem to do a bit of everything (including old analogue art exhibitions, online stuff, zines, happenings, poetry, manifesta — and everything in between); you probably shouldn’t miss whatever they’ve got hidden up their proverbials.

    Hooliganship — These guys really seem to love, for whatever reason, the whole "cute, extremely ugly eighties colors" thing. The organization of the site is a bit tighter, and less fluid, than some of the others of their ilk, but still the artists involved seem just as dedicated to the eccentrically obtuse aesthetic as any of them.

    Lords of Apathy — These guys seem particularly sex-deprived, but then what do I know about modern art anyway?

    And, well, you get the picture. I’d love to hear if you come across any more of these artistic endeavors — both national and local — or if you have any opinions about this art. Submit any thoughts, comments, suggestions (as long as they’re not cryptic) to the comment section at the end of this post.

  • The Guthrie: After Hours with the Art Crowd

    SPECIAL EVENT

    Creative Context



    Help kick off this new monthly party in style! l’etoile magazine (one of my side projects) and The Guthrie team up to bring you Creative Context, a post-show party in the Guthrie’s Target Lounge,
    hosted by some of the most influential local women in arts and
    media. Every 2nd Thursday of the month enjoy happy hour drink specials,
    killer tunes by Jonathan Ackerman and DJ Bach, and an opportunity to
    pick the brains of some pretty amazing ladies – or just sip vino
    with your pals while enjoying the view. This month’s host is Emma Berg,
    Director of mplsart.com and head curator for the Gallery at Fox Tax.

    You do not need to see a play to attend the party, but I’d highly encourage it – you can see The Government Inspector for a mere $20 at 7:30pm tonight by calling the Guthrie’s box office at 612.377.2224 and quoting the price code "AH".



    10pm-Midnight, The Guthrie’s Target Lounge (2nd Floor), 818 2nd Ave. S, Minneapolis, Free



    ART

    Ars Insurgo & Three Way



    Rosalux Gallery does us one better with this evening’s double-header art opening! Debuting in the main galleries, Rosalux members Eddie Hamilton and Dan Young present Ars Insurgo.
    A journey of humor and nostalgia for the viewer, Hamilton and Young
    investigate everything from debate to youthful memories with their
    whimsical paintings and multimedia constructions. Don’t forget to pop
    in to Rosalux’s new "Pocket Gallery" which is opening Three Way, an
    eclectic array of work by up and coming artists (and exiting interns)
    Mike Carney, Lauren Chezik, and Sarah Reuter. Want to make it a date?
    I’d definitely recommend checking out Spill the Wine a cute and classy little wine
    joint and restaurant about half a block from the Gallery.



    7-11pm, Rosalux Gallery, 1011 Washington Avenue, Downtown Minneapolis, Free






    FILM

    4 Sheets to the Wind & Sikumi (On the Ice)



    Lucky Minneapolis! Not only do we have one of the top art museums in the country, but they let everyone in for free on Thursdays ! Stop into the Bazinet Lobby before 7:30 to snap up your free tix to an evening screening of Four Sheets to the Wind and Sikumi (On the Ice).
    What makes these films special you ask? Both films have been heralded
    for their artistry with prestigious awards from the Sundance Film
    Festival and both films are written and directed by Native American filmmakers. The feature length Four Sheets to the Wind,
    directed by Sterlin Harjo, weaves the tale of a young man in search of
    his identity on the reservation and beyond, with subtly humorous undertones
    and thoughtful cinematography. Sikumi (On the Ice), a short film directed by Andrew Okpeaha MacLean. The first film ever to be made in the Iñupiaq language, Sikumi tells the story of an Inuit hunter who inadvertently witnesses a murder.



    7:30pm, Walker Art Center Cinema, 1750 Hennepin Avenue, Minneapolis, Free