G O D C L U B

Molly Landreth has a new blog!

Sorry ya'll, God Club has been really busy, moving, opening for the Prodigy, and jus--you know, livin' life.

How come I never knew about this?? Black Eye Peed herself. ( I know this is way old news)

Also, I emailed a place looking for handmade things for their store. I sent them pictures of my (sweet) cat toys and this is what the dude wrote back (you may know his store American Pop in Ferngully):

"Cat toys are readily available wholesale as well as at the dollar store.
Your designs are cool, I suggest you think of smaller versions filled with cotton to be worn as jewelry; also adopting the toys into coin purses by creating a zipper on one side, and try some pliable vinyl scraps that would have a shine and be spot resistant instead of felt."

WHATEVER MANNNNN. Don't tell me how to live my life.

GOD CLUB group show:






and then Ryanne and I will have a sculpture on view for our dear friend John Ryan here:


John Ryan & Detroit By Design Present ::

THE REVENGE OF DOCTOR DISKO DUST

Friday May15th 2009 † BOHEMIAN NATIONAL HOUSE

3009 Tillman St. Detroit 48216

DJ SETS BY

BRENDAN M GILLEN (Ectomorph)

CARLOS SOUFFRONT

JOHN RYAN (Spacelings & Bassheads)

NAI SAMMON


ARTWORK BY

NAI SAMMON † CHRIS POTTINGER † DAN BING
ISAAC R & RYANNE † ZACH ZALAC & CHRIS SPRAGUE


VIDEO ART PROJECTIONS BY DEMONBABIES

flyer by demonbabies & john ryan

You know what's really fun? PAINT FIGHTS.







Thanks, saram0nk. And thanks to Corey to ruining my favorite hoodie (it was all his fault, actually). Oh, and thanks to Mike Burnlab for pointing out the serendipitous moment (he had seen this video [the Kills aren't so much my thing] the night before, and we'd been to the show that night). Nuts!

Wishing I was here:



Because
A. Soulja Boy is totally cute

and

B. They have Flamin Hot FRITOS!

Shut the fuck up!

jealous...

SORRY FOR BEING SO THIRD WAVE, BUT

this is pretty sweet.

I really don't want to suck Amy Poehler's dick any more than necessary, but it's kind of exciting to see people very publicly reifying how cool it is to be a smart, weird little girl and to not tip toe around Feminism, even if it is super watered down and commercially supported by Barbie. It sends the message that a necessity for consciousness raising doesn't have to be a polemic and that just living can act as a testament to the power of difference.

Plus, little girls in middle school with hobbies is like, the cutest thing ever and makes me wish I didn't feel like I needed to be a boy at that time in my life and would've been an even more intense faggot.

I can't help my apathy for the art that I see in Detroit lately, or just living in Detroit in general and how bleak things really are around here. But here is a recap of some shows I have seen lately. Some good, some bad.

Yes Farm

Yes Farm is actually pretty great. I was confused by a lot of the art and I wish I would have known who was running it so I could have asked questions, but over all the space is really cool. It's in a house and you walk through rooms and there is art all over. There is also a performance space. I didn't see any of the performances but I was told they were cool. It seems like a 'community' place that wasn't just young white people taking over a neighborhood and actually not including the neighborhood. There were people who lived close-by who made food, and their kids were there hanging out. Also, they have a community garden.

Design 99

Design 99's new space is a lot better than the last one, but I am still confused as to how they stay in business when they don't have that much stuff in their store (they might start carrying Wowzer's Meowzers cat toys). I didn't really know anything about Stupor the 'zine the show was about, but I really like what I saw/read. The dude who writes the 'zine had Detroit artists design covers for the issues he was selling during the show, and the one I bought was only $1.50. Also it was a beer and chip reception, which I appreciate.

Detroit Artist Market

The Artist Market is one of the only galleries in town that always has a huge turnout for their openings and where I always see work being sold, and people buying stuff from their shop. To be honest I was there to see the art, but also to see how they had my cat toys displayed (in a glass bowl, it's pretty great). This is an all media exhibit, there was some interesting work. Something I am confused about lately is why I keep going to shows and photos that are blatantly, unembarrasingly manipulated in Photoshop win awards.

Cpop

The end of an era? Not to me. I keep having weird conversations with people on why I don't like Cpop and I don't really care that they are closing (or not really closing?). I don't care about kitsch art, or pop art. Aren't people over it yet? There is an age group that I think will never get over it and have never looked beyond the art that is shown in Cpop and don't think there is anything beyond that sort of art. To me it's not that interesting, and there is never anything new shown or done with it. I don't dislike everything shown at Cpop, and when I was 17 I thought it was the coolest place ever, but I got over it pretty quickly. The whole time I was there I felt like I was having a panic attack and that I was trapped forever inside a Niagara painting. I'm not saying I like seeing galleries close, but galleries close all the time in real cities, it's not the end of the world.

In Conclusion

There are always new venues and art spaces popping up all over Detroit. They usually don't last that long. People who run these places really need to get together and think of ways that they can make their spaces more sustainable and where people will actually come to the shows, and they can somehow make money and stay open.

Who is interested? I am really tired of listening to shitty music every day of my life, so I think we should start channeling the dead, beginning with Tamion 12 Inch. I miss the pre New-Hippy Detroit music scene, and its mainly because I honestly don't care about much music that happened before Kate Bush and I don't want to hear anything that sounds so blatantly nostalgic of a past that none of these people were involved in. So instead of going backwards generations, why don't we go backwards, like, a few years and have a seance for Tamion. We can try and remember the passwords to our PhotoBucket accounts from 2004 and find photographs, we can read zine articles I wrote about them and we can dance and yell and cry all night, or at least for the length of their discography, which may only be like, 90 minutes, but whatever, it'll be great.