Who could have possibly imagined that a "Music and Art Fair" dreamt up by four young men would become one of the most talked about events in recent history?
Many skeptics believed that an event supported by a bunch of drug crazed youths would inevitably turn violent, after all the organizer were advertising a gathering of about 60,000 people. However, as a slap in the face to dumbstruck elders, the festival now known world wide as Woodstock, turned out bigger and more peaceful than anyone could have ever imagined. Not to say there were no problems, but considering that an estimated 500,000 people from many different walks of life were mixed together for almost four days with a limited food supply, few restroom facilities, an abundance of drugs and alcohol, a show stopping rainstorm, and don't forget the evil loud music, things were basically positive. Elliot Tiber referred to Woodstock as, "a Counter-cultural mini-nation in which minds were open, drugs were …
Strippers, insects, and zombie dogs mashed in
old time film against a back drop of experimental pop await those brave enough to face garbage dump wonderlands of collected media scrambled and reassembled
under monochrome names like Pop Poubelism. Some time around 2006 an
adventure of growing pains was undertaken and attributed to a childish
alter ego, Bram Urban. OddBlossom became a public archive of audio works discarded in inevitable growth and way past their
expiration date. Eventually explorations
in video led back to old musical exploration and once again the child has room
to play once again.
Cinema City by OddBlossom
2012 album "4 CM Off Reality. "
production by LogicalCurl.
on the Job is no good for any performer but sometimes, just sometimes,
it works out for the audience.
DaRk CiTy DaZe by OddBlossom. "4 CM Off Reality"
Video Edited from Dance Of Life
Armed with the artistic vision and commercial aspirations …
Old art and the acquisition of new skills leaves one to wonder whether or not they should go "George Lucas" on old projects and revitalize them or let them go and move on to the next creation, pushing forward once again into uncharted territory. A third option exists which is destroy it and never ever let it be seen. Ever. The great fear is perpetual turd polishing, that yesterdays little baby was in fact a giant useless piece of shit that needs flushing. The great waste is hoarding work expecting that some day its inherent value will increase like wine in a cask. One might consider art an exercise to develop self, but if the past is just training for that which is to come then should the fruit of that labor be disposable or hidden like a dirty secret. Art created in a vacuum might serve some cathartic purpose of time passage but will doubtful bring the outcome of self expression the artist needs. Art by its nature demands a sacrificial victim to experience the creation. …