NIGHTMARES...#6

... about zombies.

God is the only being who, in order to reign, doesn't even need to exist.

Charles Baudelaire

NIGHTMARES...#5

They Live (1988)... um grande filme de John Carpenter.

American Gothic part II

Outra foto...
Outro rei.
Um cenário mais caseiro, familiar...
A música agora é outra; Ring Of Fire.

Love Is A Burning Thing
And It Makes A Fiery Ring
Bound By Wild Desire
I Fell Into A Ring Of Fire

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

The Taste Of Love Is Sweet
When Hearts Like Ours Meet
I Fell For You Like A Child
Oh, But The Fire Went Wild

I Fell Into A Burning Ring Of Fire
I Went Down, Down, Down
And The Flames Went Higher

And It Burns, Burns, Burns
The Ring Of Fire
The Ring Of Fire

by Johnny Cash

American Gothic

Por falar em reis...
Escuto Johnny Cash, When The Man Comes Around, e lembro uma foto que gosto muito.

Opening Introduction (Spoken part)

And I heard as it were the noise of thunder
One of the four beasts saying come and see and I saw
And behold a white horse

Song

There's a man going around taking names
And he decides who to free and who to blame
Everybody won't be treated all the same
There'll be a golden ladder reaching down
When the Man comes around

The hairs on your arm will stand up
At the terror in each sip and in each sup
Will you partake of that last offered cup?
Or disappear into the potter's ground
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling, voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

Till Armageddon no shalam, no shalom
Then the father hen will call his chickens home
The wise man will bow down before the throne
And at His feet they'll cast their golden crowns
When the Man comes around

Whoever is unjust let him be unjust still
Whoever is righteous let him be righteous still
Whoever is filthy let him be filthy still
Listen to the words long written down
When the Man comes around

Hear the trumpets, hear the pipers
One hundred million angels singing
Multitudes are marching to the big kettledrum
Voices calling and voices crying
Some are born and some are dying
It's Alpha and Omega's kingdom come

And the whirlwind is in the thorn tree
The virgins are all trimming their wicks
The whirlwind is in the thorn tree
It's hard for thee to kick against the pricks

In measured hundred weight and penney pound
When the Man comes around.

Close (Spoken part)
And I heard a voice in the midst of the four beasts
And I looked and behold, a pale horse
And his name that sat on him was Death
And Hell followed with him.

by Johnny Cash

The Fans

from Los Angeles Times...

Nick Ut / Associated Press

Jay L. Clendenin / Los Angeles Times

Genaro Molina / Los Angeles Times

Reed Saxon / Associated Press

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Andrew Gombert / EPA

Mary Altaffer / Associated Press

Carlos Osorio / Associated Press

Tasos Katopodis / Getty Images

Michael Jackson R.I.P.

Acabei de ouvir na Sky News que Michael Jackson morreu.
Hoje é uma thriller night...

Its close to midnight and something evils lurking in the dark
Under the moonlight you see a sight that almost stops your heart
You try to scream but terror takes the sound before you make it
You start to freeze as horror looks you right between the eyes,
Youre paralyzed

cause this is thriller, thriller night
And no ones gonna save you from the beast about strike
You know its thriller, thriller night
Youre fighting for your life inside a killer, thriller tonight


You hear the door slam and realize theres nowhere left to run
You feel the cold hand and wonder if youll ever see the sun
You close your eyes and hope that this is just imagination
But all the while you hear the creature creepin up behind
Youre out of time


(...)

Bridge
Night creatures call
And the dead start to walk in their masquerade
Theres no escapin the jaws of the alien this time
(theyre open wide)
This is the end of your life


Theyre out to get you, theres demons closing in on every side
They will possess you unless you change the number on your dial
Now is the time for you and I to cuddle close together
All thru the night Ill save you from the terror on the screen,
Ill make you see

That this is thriller, thriller night
cause I can thrill you more than any ghost would dare to try
Girl, this is thriller, thriller night
So let me hold you tight and share a killer, diller, chiller
Thriller here tonight

(rap performed by vincent price)
Darkness falls across the land
The midnite hour is close at hand
Creatures crawl in search of blood
To terrorize yawls neighbourhood
And whosoever shall be found
Without the soul for getting down
Must stand and face the hounds of hell
And rot inside a corpses shell
The foulest stench is in the air
The funk of forty thousand years
And grizzy ghouls from every tomb
Are closing in to seal your doom
And though you fight to stay alive
Your body starts to shiver
For no mere mortal can resist
The evil of the thriller

written & composed by Rod Temperton

4 years late...

CASUAL ART
Miss Rabbit the Teacher

You're not my dream girl,

You're not my reality girl,

You're my dreams come true girl



All the troubles in my past

thats just what they are

And all the delusions that to post and passed

Have only made my immunity strong



You're not my dream girl,

you're not my reality girl,

You're my dreams come true girl



I've been blessed, your eyes are two moons

I hope this voyage will not be ending very soon...



Dreams Come True Girl by Cass Mc Combs

Im the trouble starter, fuckin instigator.
Im the fear addicted, danger illustrated.

Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.

Im the bitch you hated, filth infatuated.
Yeah. Im the pain you tasted, fell intoxicated.

Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.

Im the self inflicted, mind detonator.
Yeah. Im the one infected, twisted animator.

Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Youre the firestarter, twisted firestarter.
Im a firestarter, twisted firestarter... starter... starter...
Starter...

Firestarter by The Prodigy

NIGHTMARES...#4

Oiço Morphine (Like Swimming),... uma malha habitual nos meus sets:

Early to Bed

Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man or woman
miss out on the night life
Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man or woman
miss out on the night life

One drink call it a early night
Soon you're curled up beneath the reading light
Or you bathe in the TV's blue tint
On your pillow an after-dinner mint

Early to bed so you can wait
For three buses a trolley and a train
I think it's worth it for you to stay awake
Maybe tomorrow you'll be a little late

But early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man or woman
miss out on the night life
Early to bed and early to rise
Makes a man or woman
miss out on the night life

You'll miss out on the night life

Aproveito para ver no dicionário; PANDEMIA. s. f. Med. Doença que ataca ao mesmo tempo um grande número de pessoas, na mesma região ou em grande número de países. || 2. Grande epidemia.

O hype da nova estação?

Gajas boas ( hot chicks )... #2

Demi Moore

Venus in furs

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

Whiplash girlchild in the dark

Comes in bells, your servant, don't forsake him

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Downy sins of streetlight fancies

Chase the costumes she shall wear

Ermine furs adorn the imperious

Severin, Severin awaits you there

I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that would awake me

Different colors made of tears

Kiss the boot of shiny, shiny leather

Shiny leather in the dark

Tongue of thongs, the belt that does await you

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

Severin, Severin, speak so slightly

Severin, down on your bended knee

Taste the whip, in love not given lightly

Taste the whip, now plead for me

I am tired, I am weary

I could sleep for a thousand years

A thousand dreams that would awake me

Different colors made of tears

Shiny, shiny, shiny boots of leather

Whiplash girlchild in the dark

Severin, your servant comes in bells, please don't forsake him

Strike, dear mistress, and cure his heart

lyrics by Lou Reed

PORTUGAL POP

Tornarmo-nos esfinges, ainda que falsas, até chegarmos ao ponto de já não sabermos quem somos. Porque, de resto, nós o que somos é esfinges faloas e não sabemos o que somos realmente. O único modo de estarmos de acordo com a vida é estarmos em desacordo com nós próprios. O absurdo é o divino.

Fernando Pessoa in Livro do Desassossego, (composto por Bernardo Soares, ajudante de guarda-livros na cidade de Lisboa).

Dia de Portugal no Museu Bernardo, Caldas da Rainha 2009

As primeiras sardinhas do ano...
numa noite especial nos jardins do museu.

Lançamento do livro DOCUMENTO com os convidados:
Fernando Poeiras, Sérgio Taborda, Teresa Fradique e o
dj set Almirantes do Romance.



















fotos by dj nightmare e miss rabbit

POSTCARDS FROM... #3

ñ é NY, ñ foi em BerliM, nem seKer Londres... directamente de CACILHAS city * Margem Sul. - photos by biG friend UiU + sweetALMAH

: cold.NIGHT's.life :
( » » with a view « « )

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Epílogo

No rescaldo da minha participação no Junho das Artes na pele de jovem criador, no meu ver um erro de casting injusto para quem já anda nisto à mais de 12 anos, o balanço que faço resume-se a duas questões:
Será a Arte feita em Portugal um simulacro?
E onde está a sua identidade?
Como conclusão deixo uma sugestão para temas futuros:
Lápis azul.
Sardinhas.
Vacas sagradas.

Até breve.

Dj Nightmare @ home 1.1.2009
foto by Afonso Figueiredo

Road to nowhere by Talking Heads

WELL WE KNOW WHERE WE'RE GOIN'
BUT WE DON'T KNOW WHERE WE'VE BEEN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE'RE KNOWIN'
BUT WE CAN'T SAY WHAT WE'VE SEEN
AND WE'RE NOT LITTLE CHILDREN
AND WE KNOW WHAT WE WANT
AND THE FUTURE IS CERTAIN
GIVE US TIME TO WORK IT OUT

We're on a road to nowhere
Come on inside
Takin' that ride to nowhere
We'll take that ride

I'm feelin' okay this mornin'
And you know,
We're on the road to paradise
Here we go, here we go

CHORUS

Maybe you wonder where you are
I don't care
Here is where time is on our side
Take you there...take you there

We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere
We're on a road to nowhere

There's a city in my mind
Come along and take that ride
and it's all right, baby, it's all right

And it's very far away
But it's growing day by day
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

They can tell you what to do
But they'll make a fool of you
And it's all right, baby, it's all right

We're on a road to nowhere

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Montagem, cap. #11 final.

Sexta-feira 5 de Junho, amanhã é a inauguração.
Cera no chão, lanche no supermercado e está pronto.

Último dia de montagem.
Regresso com Miss Rabbit pelo bairro da Nossa Sra. da Luz..., boa luz à partida.






fotos by Miss Rabbit e Dj Nightmare

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Montagem, cap. #10

Quinta-feira 4 de Junho, dois dias...
Acrescento mais um desenho.
Mais uns acertos na disposição.
E está concluída a instalação...

Para amanhã, último dia de montagem, fica a limpeza do chão, concluir a memória descritiva e testar a ligação ao exterior.

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Montagem, cap. #9

Quarta-feira 3 de Junho, três dias...
Descobri um ninho à entrada.
Lá dentro, já com o retroprojector...
a manhã é passada a pintar tag na parede.
Almoço com Pedro Bernardo e Luís Nobre no restaurante Apiadeiro na Da Gorda.
Onde, entre outros assuntos, comentámos o facto de Ronaldo não ter realizado o treino matinal tendo-se limitado a fazer trabalho de ginásio.

À tarde...
Coloco mais 3 trabalhos na parede.
Mas não é definitivo...

Coisas passadas... #2

Carnaval 2009...
... apesar de aparecer 2008 no cartaz.
Sábado dj set by Nightmare e Miss Rabbit.

Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up.
Change my pitch up, smack my bitch up.

The Prodigy

fotos by Miss Rabbit

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Montagem, cap. #8

Terça-feira 2 de Junho, quatro dias...
Nem sinal do retroprojector.

Contudo, aí vão três...
A koisa começa a ganhar forma.

Casual Art...

... domingo nas corridas com Miss Rabbit.
... sunday in the tracks with Miss Rabbit.











Battle for the sun

I will battle for the sun
And I won’t stop until I’m done
You are getting in the way
And I have nothing left to say

I will brush off all the dirt
And I will pretend it didn’t hurt
You are a black and heavy weight
And I will not participate

Dream brother, my killer, my lover
Dream brother, my killer, my lover

I will battle for the sun
‘Cause I have stared down the barrel of a gun
No falling
You are a cheap and nasty fake
And I am the bones you couldn’t break

Dream brother, my killer, my lover
Dream brother, my killer, my lover

I will battle for the sun


Lyrics by Placebo
Photos by Miss Rabbit

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Montagem, cap. #7

Segunda-feira 1 de Junho, faltam cinco dias.
Houve inundação na sala e a pintura do tecto não provocou o efeito desejado.
O branco foi o possível.
Afastada que está a hipótese de mais luz no tecto, fica a intenção.
Decido avançar pintando de preto o friso junto ao tecto, por necessidade de marcar uma linha de fronteira entre os planos verticais (paredes) e o plano horizontal superior (tecto).

Coloco a primeira tela...

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Montagem, cap. #6

Quarta-feira 27 de Maio, sexto dia.
Estadia breve para libertar a sala e intervir no plano raso (chão).
Entretanto o tecto vai ser pintado de branco.

A ideia; transpor as paredes da sala de aula para o interior de um espaço expositivo simulado.

Dj Nightmare 4 Mama Goes To Vegas

As gajas agora têm roupa para gajos.
Apresentação da colecção Verão no bar Trinca Espinhas.
Ver tudo em www.mamagoestovegas.blogspot.com

foto by Pedro Bernardo

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Montagem, cap. #5

Segunda-feira 25 de Maio, quinto dia.
Sem rádio, o trabalho fez-se, em silêncio.
Decidi por enquanto anular qualquer referência ao exterior (excepto o som do tráfego... reparei!).

Próxima etapa os planos horizontais: chão e tecto.

RAPHAEL, Exposição colectiva no Museu Bernardo - Caldas da Rainha 2009

O António Maria revisitado por dj Nightmare 2.9
drawing in progress / instalação

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Montagem, cap. #4

Sábado 23 de Maio, quarto dia.
Cheguei cedo... o dia estava uma merda.
Apesar da chuva ficou concluída a primeira parte do isolamento ao exterior.

Lá fora já é quase tudo negro... e agora? Deixar uma réstia?
Essa é a questão...

Coisas passadas... #1

Passagem de ano 2008-2009...
ao som de Sleepyhead dos Passion Pit.

And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going to the beat
And everything is going –

And you said
It was like fire around the brim
Burning solid,
Burning thin the burning rim
Like stars burning holes right through the dark
You gave fire like saltwater into my eyes
You were an inch from the edge of this bed
I drive you back a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

They couldn't think of something to say the day you burst
With all their lions and all their might and all their thirst
They crowd your bedroom like some thoughts wearing thin
Against the walls, against your rules, against your skin
My beard grew down to the floor and out through the doors
Of your eyes, begonia skies like a sleepyhead, sleepyhead

Go ahead


Fotos by EvilEve

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Montagem, cap. #3

Sexta-feira 22 de Maio, terceiro dia.
João Bénard da Costa (1935-2009), morreu ontem, uma das grandes figuras da cultura portuguesa... r.i.p.

Descobri que comer um bife à portuguesa em Óbidos é caríssimo e vem com batatas fritas congeladas, o que é muito mau.

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

Montagem - Cap. #2

Sob as cicatrizes da fé, construo a memória descritiva, no palimpseptico quadro negro.
Back to the old school. E mãos à obra...

Quando é que o futuro passou de ser uma promessa para ser uma ameaça ?, Junho d'Artes - Óbidos 2009

A montagem - Cap. #1

... de volta às páginas do tempo.
Primeiro dia em Óbidos.
Viagem com Pedro Bernardo pelo bairro da Nossa Sra. da Luz..., boa luz à chegada.

Acção de propaganda pelas ruas.
Reconhecimento e levantamento das áreas de intervenção.
Ceci n'est pas a White Cube...

NIGHTMARES... #3

... at the end of the day, and everybody should be aware of it, there are not so many geniuses around and not so many great artists around.

Philippe Segalot, art consultant, New York

the brilliant robot painter by Leonel Moura @ Arte Lisboa 08 contemporary art fair

photo by miss rabbit

Junky cover #4

2002, Penguin Books edition

POSTCARDS FROM... #2

Berlin 2008 - Director's cut

photos by José Elói

DOBERMAN 2004

pen drawing on paper

29 x 21 cm

Ditosos os fazedores de sistemas pessimistas! Não só se amparam de ter feito qualquer coisa, como também se alegram do explicado, e se incluem na dor universal.

Fernando Pessoa in Livro do Desassossego, (composto por Bernardo Soares, ajudante de guarda-livros na cidade de Lisboa).

Gajas boas ( hot chicks )...

Blondie aka Debbie Harry

HEART OF GLASS

Once I had a love and it was a gas

Soon turned out had a heart of glass

Seemed like the real thing, only to find

Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

Once I had a love and it was divine

Soon found out I was losing my mind

It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind

Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

In between

What I find is pleasing and I'm feeling fine

Love is so confusing there's no peace of mind

If I fear I'm losing you it's just no good

You teasing like you do

(...)

Once I had a love and it was divine

Soon found out I was losing my mind

It seemed like the real thing but I was so blind

Mucho mistrust, love's gone behind

Lost inside

Adorable illusion and I cannot hide

I'm the one you're using, please don't push me aside

We coulda made it cruising, yeah

Yeah, riding high on love's true bluish light

(...)

from my personal vinyl collection and memories.

2 see more go to: www.youtube.com/watch?v=oUG0GjdoGHE

Sinthomas review:

photos by Manuel Simões e Cláudia...

NIGHTMARES... #2

In 2000, in the painting Waiting for God, I used for the first time a pin with a logo like a motive for my painting. This logo come from Aphex Twin aka Richard David James, an electronic musician and dj.

I decided to put this motive in my painting after watching Come to Daddy, the orgiastic mind-fuck video directed by Chris Cunningham in 1997 to the music of Aphex Twin.

To see it go to: www.youtube.com/watch?v=5Az_7U0-cK0

Aphex Twin's logo was created, not by Dan Parkes as some sources assert, but by designer Paul "Terratag" Nicholson in 1992. Nicholson: "Dan Parkes was the illustrator of the artwork that appeared on the "Ventolin" release. A s far as I know, that is the only artwork that Dan created for Richard. A little piece of trivia about the logo: at the time I met Richard, I had being doing artwork for a San Francisco-based skatewear label called Anarachic Adjustment. Their 'thing' at the time had been the whole "alien" vibe (remember, we are talking 1991). So, I had been creating loads of designs based around the letter 'A' which got knocked back. Richard, having seen the work in progress, liked where I was going with the amorphic shape and from these I developed what is now the Aphex 'A.' The logo was finished early 1992, in time to appear on the "Xylem Tube" sleeve." (1)

(1) information taken from pictograms.blogspot.com

Eight years later I revisited the lyrics of Come to Daddy in this recent nightmare drawing