Work

Many things are happening. I've no urge to summarize. Suffice it to say: there are passions and forces at play. And as always: the Pentecost is inevitable. 

Been editing for a week. And by "a week" I mean that excactly. Seven days' wide-eyed craftsmanship. I am making a piece of sturdy propaganda. Shhh.

So, there's no space in lobes-n-heart to talk about how I'm leaving for a week to go to Molly's in Inverness to finalize the script for The Possessed. No room to give even an approximate account of the imagination, genius, and kindness behind the Wiggly Tendrils and how I'm going to make a short film out of one of their albums: The Life, Death, and Persistence of Captain Charles Fort. Much to come regarding the Wigglies, but for now, just know this album has been a solace and a stimulous for me. I consider its concern with invention and open invitation:

- Kindrid Parker

Annie Lipetz plays After the War at ARK221

Annie Lipetz playing at Ark221 for one of the first times with Mark Matos. We were projecting a time-lapse of the Joshua Tree night's sky shot by Justin. With the stars drifting over her sunglassed face, Annie captivates (indoctrinates) everyone with her calling card song After the War. A Last Wave documentary about S.F. musicians is in the works and will feature this moment and more from Annie and Mark Matos.  

Annie will also play a teenaged runaway musician in the upcoming Last Wave feature the Possessed. The film will also feature her music as a prominent element.  

Music Video Review: Tearist performs live on KXLU 88.9 FM Los Angeles

It affords much credible attention. My gaze was fixed, eardrums humming like heavy engines. It's clear that something is going on here. Milquetoast punk? It aces aggression yet the force is not applied. Any kind of punk (even synth punk) sustains and proves itself when a crowd watches and listens. As far as musical style is concerned here, it harkens to Adult., Ladytron, Richard James, Crystal Castles, and Siouxsie, and these two keep to form. I like the girl, her bends and twists rage and imply a leash on passion. She can fight. She would go down fighting. She would bury you in a pit from which only your head shows. Then she would take off her tights and plant her pussy upon your face and cry. She would laugh, too, but between sobs. She would tell you about a childhood day when she crushed a baby bird with a hammer. She would say it looked just like you.

By Green La Fleur

Week-End at Joshua Tree Park

Ham! (test from rough cut)

This is a test exported from a rough cut of Christening. This project was written and directed for a private patron. Here Jean Shelton steals the scene.