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The Boss — Wed, 03 Mar 2010 05:48:18 +0000

“The World Turned to Ashes in His Mouth”

The Boss — Mon, 25 Jan 2010 03:58:44 +0000

All shots by Steven Miller. The title of this post is also the title of the first image.

Video Evidence of The Dorothy K.

The Boss — Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:01:11 +0000

Dorothy K NYC from Dan Isaacson on Vimeo.

Q

The Boss — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 13:56:27 +0000

Drawn to Mast

Anna Telcs — Fri, 18 Dec 2009 06:53:52 +0000

Victor & Rolf negative space and pounds of material

Lacroix Bride

M’Lady

S. S. Crab — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 22:07:51 +0000

“Let’s have some fun/This beat is sick/This is what we do on our business trip”–DRCM

Everyone: Mr. Hermes Phettberg

The Boss — Thu, 10 Dec 2009 20:36:09 +0000

A draft résumé from 1999 translates as: “Am pornographer, columnist and wreck. Would like to talk.”

Wake and Bake

The Boss — Wed, 11 Nov 2009 18:09:03 +0000

The Four Horsemen by Aphrodite’s Child

Some More Pictures From The Dorothy K.

The Boss — Mon, 09 Nov 2009 18:52:43 +0000

IV Fan Tracey Guinsburg says:

Hi all at Implied Violence. I saw your performance piece at the island in NYC and was impressed enough to buy the book and enjoyed the DVD very much and all the information provided about this group.
The photos I have sent here are of the 19th of Sept taken in NYC at the New Island Festival by my sister Tania Guinsberg, and I have just made a montage of the images as an expansion of the conceptual vision. All the best on this production and others for the future.

Ghostface Killah’s Possibly Fictional Chicken Witchcraft

Sarah Galvin — Fri, 06 Nov 2009 10:25:32 +0000

When I was visiting Manhattan for the Dorothy K, I went to the Cake Shop one night to see The Pharmacy. While sitting though a paralyzingly boring noise rock act, I started talking to this tiny guy in a neon windbreaker-thing and one of those gold sticker baseball caps. The conversation began when we made eye contact by chance and noticed that we each had the same pained look on our face.

“I like all kinds of music,” he said, “but not like when you ask a little kid what kind of music they like and they say everything. I mean, it’s something I really think about. I’ve studied sound design at three different universities and been kicked out of all of them.”

“Why?” I asked.

“I like to drink. And I don’t like authority. And sometimes I sell pills.”

I was impressed when he was able to predict exactly when a beat-long silence in a song would occur, and use this beat to yell, “Not impressed!”

He told me that though he liked everything, he had a certain preference for rap, so I told him that recently I had been really into Wu-Tang. This obviously pleased him.

“You know how they do a Behind The Music about Britney Spears or Madonna or whatever. There’s a reason there’s never been one about Wu-Tang. It’s because they’re on hallucinogens all the time. Every one of their albums was recorded while on mushrooms or acid.”

“I wondered how they thought of some of that stuff,” I said.

“Yeah. They did some crazy shit. They were making a video one time, and every night during the production of the video, Ghostface bought a bucket of chicken and buried it in the director’s yard.”

“Why?”

“For luck, I guess. I don’t know, he was fucked up on mushrooms. But anyway, at the end of the week, the director saw his cat scratching around in the yard–which, you know, is really unusual for a cat–and he found them, all the buckets of chicken.”

The Pharmacy came on, who didn’t impress him either, and then I went upstairs, where a woman from San Francisco asked me where all the lesbians are around here.

“I’m only visiting,” I said.