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teeth dreams // Terminal Delta (Radio Bar) // 13 Jan. 2024

Played alongside: Pathological Function, null hypothesis, Byte Crusher, Bacchus Harsh, & Noneless.

Bonus photo of me and my buddy Hydi getting loose during Christian (aka. Bacchus Harsh)'s set.

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teeth dreams // The Old Bar // 7 Apr. 2024

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Super fun night with an incredible crowd! Played alongside Lucas 'Granpa' Abela (fka. Justice Yeldham), UBOA, & Yvette ofa Agapow

Xandra & I ordered pizza for dinner but we ran overtime with soundcheck and ordered it a little late, so it arrived right after my set started. She ended up bringing it onstage so we could have a little snack during my set.

📷: bridgette

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NEW MIXTAPE OUT NOW

GOOD MORNING!! It’s BANDCAMP FRIDAY! And it’s MY BIRTHDAY!!

My release ARC4NA0-THE FOOL is up ON BANDCAMP! Featuring remixes from my friends aeri, galen tipton, mark scott, and draseil :) streaming will be up in like 2 weeks! If u feel like doing something nice for my bday, BUY MY MUSIC! Today only, THE FOOL and CANDY are both NAME YOUR PRICE!

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It's BandCamp Friday and rent is due. Any little bit of income helps!

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HUGE NIGHT FOR THE LOCAL NOISE PERVERTS

im playing with lucas abela (fka as justice yeldham, yes the death grips glass man) + yvette ofa agapow + the incredible @teethdreamer . @ the tote, this sunday 6pm, melbourne/naarm australia. Tickets here.

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'no exit' + 'no escape,' 1989 in louise bourgeois: the secret of the cells - rainer crone + petrus graf schaesberg (2008)

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LOUISE BOURGEOIS, Cell (Glass spheres and hands), 1990-1993

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Richard Serra, God Damn These Reeds on Which Men Stand, (paintstick on paper), 1973 [SFMOMA, San Francisco, CA. © Richard Serra / ARS, New York]

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Snow Storm: Steam-Boat off a Harbour's Mouth, J.M.W. Turner, ca. 1842

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Joseph Mallord William Turner, Sketchbook pages, c.1800s

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I don’t understand what the deal is with the hate towards the scarlet 2i2. This audio interface was my first intro hardware for audio production. I loved her. I would take a ran-thru scarlet 2i2 than anything else any other day. Focusrite May suck but this is my best friend. When you make memes about how everyone uses her you hurt her. She loves you. Make your shitty emo album on her and upload it to Bandcamp.

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Jackie Mulder.

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Just heard this for the first time, and the fact I didn't know about it until now makes me feel like I've been fucking up!

Always a delight when I bump into something like this!

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"There are no ghosts in the paintings of van Gogh, no visions, no hallucinations. This is the torrid truth of the sun at two o'clock in the afternoon. A slow generative nightmare gradually becoming clear. Without nightmare and without result. But the suffering of the prenatal is there. It is the wet gleam of a meadow, of the stalk of a slip of wheat which is there to be extradited. And for which nature will one day answer. As society will also for his untimely death."

(Antonin Artaud, Van Gogh: The Man Suicided by Society. pg. 499 in Selected Writings)

Vincent van Gogh ( NL 1853–1890) Mountainous Landscape Behind Saint-Paul Hospital

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"What van Gogh cared about most in the world was his idea of a painter, his terrible, fanatical, apocalyptic idea of a visionary. That the world should be organized under the command of its own womb, should resume its compressed, anti-psychic rhythm of a secret festival in the public square and, in front of the whole world, should be returned to the heat of the crucible.

This means that the apocalypse, a consummated apocalypse, is brooding right now in the paintings of old martyred van Gogh […] No one has ever written, painted, sculpted, modeled, built, or invented except literally to get out of hell.

And I prefer, to get out of hell, the landscapes of this quiet convulsionary to the teeming compositions of Brueghel the Elder or Hieronymus Bosch, who are, in comparison with him, only artists, whereas van Gogh is only a poor dunce determined not to deceive himself." (Antonin Artaud, Van Gogh: The Man Suicided by Society. pg. 497 in Selected Writings)

Wheatfield with Crows by Vincent van Gogh

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Karl Nordström - Coastal Cliffs (1904)