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Podcast #0008: Terrance Houle

This week’s guest is Multimedia & Performance Artist, Terrance Houle.  Terrance is a prolific and successful artist from Calgary, Alberta, who also happens to be a First Nations Canadian. I’ve known Terrance for years, having interviewed him for another online magazine I was involved in, NAICA online, years back.  Then I met him a year or so later at a film festival in Toronto, and have kept in touch over the years, but not as frequently as either or us would like.

In the years that we haven’t kept in touch he has created a series of performances and installations that are, perhaps more sophisticated than his earlier works, but still bear his signature sensibilities in that they are hilarious, and include community building performance sets, such as his latest project, The National Indian Leg Wrestling League of North America in which he, and a crew of First Nations artists, adopt old-time wrestling personae. and take to mats across Canada to work out post colonial stereotypes, and have a good time leg wrestling.

His work is imbued with humor and merriment, but is also densely packed with historical and cultural significance. However, Terrance doesn’t beat his audience over the head with critical theories that don’t get to the point quick enough for his liking, which makes his work accessible to a broader audience, and is partly responsible for his latest successes. I’m actually a little jealous of him because he has the balls to put his work out there and has seen some success, enough to make his living primarily from art production, and good art at that!

So, I hope you enjoy this conversation, there were a few technical difficulties, Skype doesn’t do well Internationally, but it’s good enough! I think you’ll enjoy what he has to say, and if you do, go look him up and buy some of his work!

Terrance Houle on the Interwebs:

Official | Facebook | Purchase Givn’r on Amazon

Photo © Will Wilson

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The Rock (Soap) Opera of Jail Weddings

If former Starvations lead singer Gabriel Hart were a soap opera character (in his reincarnation as the lead singer of Jail Weddings that wouldn’t be a stretch – just watch their latest videos!) he’d be a cross between Blackie Parrish (General Hospital) and Erica Kane (All My Children) – at once a petulant heartthrob and supreme bitch goddess.

Filled with saccharine 60s pop chords, Jail Weddings’ recently released album, Love is Lawless, is the perfect compliment to the hysterical drama found on daytime soap operas and in Harts’ lyrics. The band itself could be his ensemble cast playing up his vaguely threatening croons – after watching two of the thirteen videos that will be produced for each song on the album, I half-believe the cliff hanger in this soap opera will be the bludgeoning of one or more of his band mates.
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Podcast #2: Sid Brown

When I was about nine years old Rapture by Blondie was a top hit. You could count on it being played at least twenty times during a day’s rotation. I loved Blondie. She was so cool with her white dress, red lips and black and white hair. So cool.

Around that time my then best friend had an older cousin visiting from Puerto Rico. He was the talk of the neighborhood. Nobody was as cool as he was. And no one was as fine – like ridiculously fine – either. He had a perfectly curly fro and café-con-leche skin. He wore really tight jeans, black Pumas, and a sleeveless T-shirt with the tagline, “Blondie is a Band”. I was in love. Trying to act all cool, like I knew some shit about the current music scene, I was like, “What?! Blondie ain’t a band! That’s stupid!” The cousin, he was like 16 years old or something, looked down at me real cool and said, “No nena, you’re the one who’s stupid ‘cause Blondie is a band.”

For years I didn’t realize Debbie Harry’s name was Debbie Harry and not Blondie, and it was, in fact, a band. So to spare you the embarrassment let me set you straight right now – Sid Brown is a band, or rather a duo. But before they were a duo/band Sid Brown was but a yearning in drummer Bryan Lee Brown’s soul. He had a need to create finely crafted treatises to primo pussy and all night benders. Seriously, the man likes to have a good time. He’s a musician in Southern California. He started the Sid Brown project a few years back with the intention that it would be a five piece band, but one thing lead to another with various band members coming and going in the fashion that band members do and then it was a solo project with just an iPod and go-go dancers for back-up. That seemed to work for a piece but then one fateful evening he met Patricia ‘PK’ Klein, a guitarist from Rio de Janeiro, and like some things do, it just worked out between them (background commonalities and love of good times helped) and now they’re a duo. They still rock the iPod and back-up dancers when the occasion calls for it.

After a couple o gigs in the Florida Keys, and some stints around Los Angeles, they’re working some fresh tunes with a Carioca vibe and have their eyes trained on touring even sultrier and sweaty cities –evidently they both dig extreme humidity – in the near future. For now, both musicians work side projects in other bands and record when they can. I had a chance to speak with BLB when he came off a tour of Northern California with his other band, Holloys.

 

Sid Brown on the Interwebs:

Facebook | Myspace

 

Luna Remembers by Paul Chaat Smith

Luna in the San Diego Museum of Man, circa late 80s

James Luna is a visionary, a truth teller, a romantic, and a hanging judge. For these reasons, I wish he lived someplace other than up in the clouds on a mountain located on the extreme western edge of North America. Or at least that his mountain looked over a nondescript valley of crows and cows instead of the Pacific Ocean. And I really wish his mountain wasn’t next to the one named Palomar, in the state called California.

The truth is he does live up there in the clouds, on Indian land, sharing the sky with the Palomar Observatory, for much of the last century home to the most powerful telescope in the world. He lives in the richest state in the richest country in the history of the world, ten miles from the horizon where the continent meets the sea, where destiny became manifest. California: the end of the line, the final stop on the trail. It is the last destination and therefore the newest place, where everything could be remade and forgotten. Media critic John Leonard must have been in Los Angeles when he spoke about “the unbearable lightness of being American.”
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