YO. You all need to check this out FOR REAL. Right now.
I was there to see this live and was DYING! P. Kelly sex medley by the one and only Po’ Chop!!!
I am drawn to the dichotomy of sexuality and spirituality, for that has been an ongoing struggle of my own. P Kelly was created to explore this internal war that I know not just myself and R Kelly share.
Shout out to Josephine Shaker (video vixen), Trixie Sparx (choir) & Dirty Devlin (choir)!
Trouble in mind
Yes I’m blue
But I won’t be blue always
‘Cause the shine’s gonna shine
In my backdoor someday
Another rare Aaliyah track, one of my favorites. Her lower vocal register is fucking amazing in this song.
Death Of A Playa - Aaliyah (by urnsonz2vid)
Aaliyah- Erica Kane (by misssexxi2009ify)
Not too many people have heard this song, and I think it’s about a character on All My Children, which, strange, but I’m into it.
The beat is awesome, and Aaliyah’s vocals are great.
In honor of Aaliyah’s birthday today (Jan 16), I’ll be periodically posting videos and photos of the late singer/actress/fashion icon.
Aaliyah was immensely influential in my development as a singer and artist. She was my idol, goddess, a pioneer, someone who exuded mystery, beauty, vulnerability, and in her own way, challenged gender normativity.
Her death in 2001, at the age of 22, still haunts me today, and I often wonder how her career would have progressed, how many more lives she would have touched, had she been able to.
Happy Birthday, Babygirl.
Aaliyah - Age Ain’t Nothing But A Number (by AaliyahVEVO)
Do you know who keeps our beats and pulse? The guardian of our soundscape and gladiator of the spirit of our new city. The omnipresent dance floor muse SWAGUERILLA. (and me)
Swaguerrilla is a Chicago based DJ & Multimedia Artist. He is heavily influenced by soul music, the golden age of hip hop, future bass, and the tropics.
And he’s a sweet hottie/ hot sweetie.
Where are the boys? Tell me, Connie Francis, WHERE ARE THE BOYS?
Kiam Marcelo Junio, 2012
“I don’t know why humans are obsessed with grids and squares and straight lines,” my roommate comments from the living room. I am in the kitchen, making vegetable stir fry, cutting tofu cubes into smaller cubes.
“Nothing in nature is like that.”
“Maybe we’re aliens,” I reply. “It could explain why we think we have dominion over the earth. We always want order, but really, we just destroy everything.”
I toss the tofu cubes into the oil and they sizzle in the heat, slowly, surely, turning a nice golden brown. I think about how the soy particles coagulated to form these masses which I will gnash between my teeth, break apart in my body, and expel.
I wonder to myself if creation and destruction are human impulses. Have we only characterized aliens as monsters? Or are we the monsters ourselves? As a species, we’ve managed to royally fuck up this planet to near disrepair.
My roommate and I are really hoping for the apocalypse this year. Fingers crossed.
Let me tell you a story I heard repeatedly as a kid in the Philippines. Sometimes, no joke, I would hear this in church.
God was making man from clay. He fashioned a figure, placed it in the celestial oven, but took it out too soon. And so it became a white man.
He fashioned another figure and put it in the oven, but forgot about it, till it was dark and toasty. Thus it became a black man.
Then he carefully sculpted another and placed it in the oven, this time watching closely, waiting attentively, until his creation was perfectly baked. He took it out, and
Oy! Ang galing talaga! It’s a Filipino man.
“In order for there to be m
t from above to
there has to be a c a p i l l a r i t y
e at the same time.”
Last year in Costa Rica, I was volunteering at a farm with my sister.
We built benches and walls out of dirt, clay, dried grass, and cow shit.
Here’s a video of it: http://youtu.be/ULRDV7mfWX0
a most human contradiction
with the ability to exert
a propensity to control
a living history
unstable and perpetually changing
in a constant state of becoming
eyeless and voiceless
almost living beings
with a peculiar sense of independence
to leap from the ashes
a vigorous free spirit
forever set and doused
but not everlasting
My hands, small I know, but they’re not yours, they are my own
But they’re not yours, they are my own and
I am never broken
When it’s all over, what vestiges we would have left behind!
Freeways, skyscrapers, underground railroads,
Bathhouses, coliseums, shopping malls, and so much goddamn plastic!
They will study our majesty for millennia to come.
The Grid Book, Annah B. Higgins, “Introduction” and “Chapter 1: Bricks”
Mix by Swaguerilla and Vajaqueque
Cover by Kiam Marcelo Junio, 2012
I am reblogging this because this mixtape is SO GOOD, y’all. The transitions are SICK.
Seriously, do yourselves a favor and download it if you haven’t already. It’s FREE.
Nostalgia (Kapag Tumibok ang Puso)
Kiam Marcelo Junio
Created for Kokorokoko Presents: VIDEO GIRLS, a night of burlesque and performance celebrating the video girls of the late 80’s and early 90’s.
Held on August 8, 2012 at Defibrilator Performance Space, Chicago, IL.
The current 80’s nostalgia and 90’s revival movements in art, music, and fashion are centered on Western, particularly American culture. But this era did not happen in a bubble, and to some, 80’s and 90’s nostalgia mean something completely different.
This video art piece contains appropriated clips from momentous, political, and pop-cultural events from the Philippines, from 1985 - 1995.