Last time, on the trials and trevals of squids,

I think I mentioned (once, twice, a million times) that me, the kitties, and the Husband were moving.  We are safely tucked into our new house, but we are still totally in the unpacking stage; therefore, there’s not going to be a whole lotta art talk today.  However, there will be pictures of the house and the beautiful, beautiful studio.

Also, if y’all are in the Green Bay area on Saturday, come by the The Art Garage and see my art in person!  I have two pieces in the show.  You might even get to see me win some money.

So, without further ado!  Our new house!

     This is our gianormous cloakroom.  There will never be a need for coats or shoes to be misplaced again.

     The front room.  There’s one of my sculptures hanging out in the back.  It’s guarding the back hall (below).

     The bedroom replete with a sleepy kitty (above), and the library/music room/office replete with confused identity (below).

     And, the pièce de résistance, my amazing studio–still a wreck! /o\–but still completely awesome.

     So, that’s the new house.  Of course, there are rooms I didn’t show–because I didn’t want too!  *cackles maniacally and runs about sill-li-ly*  Really, I thought the complete wreckage was just too much to share.  When it’s less wreck-ish, there will be better pictures.

     Ciao, my doves.

*languishes*/ETA *squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee*

***Wordpress is still not spacing correctly.  *FLAILS*  Mad squid is mad.***

     I’m waiting to hear about The Art Garage competition I entered.  I haven’t heard anything yet.

     *is jittery and crazy to know*

ETA:  I just got the call that my both of my pieces were accepted! *EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE*

     Totally compounded by the fact that I now volunteer there.  Talk about a conflict of interests.  <–I was told it wasn’t, but y’all know me, I can’t help but be a worry-wart.

     So, I had promised that I was going to post pictures of the sculptures that I entered.  I was waiting until today because–I don’t know–it seemed appropriate to wait until the competition is over?  Does that even make sense?

     So, my (not-so) little friends.

     The prompt for the show was–

Seeking works of art in all media that focus on personal memories and the essence of our past. Artwork will need to be created with some recycled materials in order to promote the importance of being environmentally responsible.

     And the application asked for–

A brief artist statement must be submitted with the images explaining what inspired this piece of artwork and what recycled materials were used.

     So, my first piece is unnamed friends:  from the 100 acre wood, and it is, basically, a tree stump (yes, there is a joke in here about my nickname being ‘Trie [tree]).

     This thing was crazy to make and is freaking huge.  It’s about 4 feet tall, hand built (and sewn) from brown paper grocery bags (building a tree from dead trees makes sense to me), has a felt face with buttons, and has crocheted accents and a cardboard interior frame.

     It took a really long time to build.

     The other piece is also quite large.

     Okay, it’s huuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuge too.  Nearly 4 feet again.

     I keep making things that are nearly the size of me. o.O

     The second piece is unnamed friends:  narwhal, and it is built from old coats that were purchased from the local Goodwill.

     Again with the “it took forever to build.”  Considering I hand-sew everything, that makes sense, but then again, I wouldn’t get the same fluidity and–yes, I’ll admit it–awkwardness if I didn’t hand-sew.

     The artist statement for these pieces was–

The inspiration for unnamed friends:  from the 100 acre wood and unnamed friends:  narwhal comes from a combination of kawaii culture, children’s storybook narratives like Winnie the Pooh, and memories of my own most beloved toys.  The scale of the sculptures, in relationship to an adult, evokes the feeling of childhood where everything feels large and strange—even one’s toys.  The materials, even though they are primarily recycled, gesture to those parts of childhood that are recycled from others:  clothes that have been handed down, toys that have been inherited or made from old clothes, and books that belonged to older siblings.

The recycled materials in unnamed friends:  from the 100 acre wood include brown paper grocery bags, cardboard from a shipping container (ironically from Dick Blick), and felt inherited from another artist.  The recycled materials in unnamed friends:  narwhal include a leather coat and a suede-and-faux-fur coat from Goodwill.

     So, those are my friends.  They took weeks and are taking up huge amounts of real estate in my current studio, but they are so freaking cool.

     I shall sleep the sleep of the accomplished tonight. \o/

This is the piece that never ends. It goes on and on, my friend.

Okay, I’m still buried (no pun intended) in my sculpting. The unnamed friend that I’m building for the Art Garage competition has eaten around 14 lbs. of poly-fill, and I’m not done sewing him all together yet.  *laments and tears my hair*

 

Toss into the mix that I’m still building the other sculpture (tree stump-ish creature), and my hands really, really hurt.

 

One day, I will  have a sewing machine that doesn’t hate me so that I can do some of my sewing on it.  <–Okay, that really wouldn’t work with the way my critters are built, but I can dream, can’t I?

 

So, I promised some out loud thinking about ecology and world building as it relates to my conceptual process.

 

Be prepared.  It isn’t fully developed yet.  Mostly because it was a typical-for-me shower revelation.  <–My best ideas either come out of taking a shower or insomnia.  When I can get them to work together?  Pure magic.

 

I’ve always know that I was building creatures and habitats that exist in the same sort of world, but I’ve started to suss out where they exactly fit into that world building.

 

The taxonomy series really come out as the insectoid creatures of the world–which makes sense since, in my head, taxonomic structures are connected to insect collections.

 

I had one when I was a kid.  In a cigar box.  Grasshoppers were the hardest to catch.

 

The chimera series are almost like the old gods of the world.  Giant, eyeless, removed from the rest of the inhabitants of the the world, and totally without compassion for the other creatures that live there–which probably explains why a lot of the references in this series are dependent upon popular culture, fairy tales, and archetypes.

 

The scrump series would be the algae of the world.  Especially, since the amorphous ubiquity of the scrump comes from the mass in Tenchi Muyo, although the name and grotesque nature of the scrump comes from Lilo and Stitch.

 

The habitat series are the places that some of these creatures live (mostly the taxonomy insects).

 

It’s not eloquent or complete, but it was nice to have some of this world building situated more firmly in my head.

 

And, now, I must be away to sew more on the Sculpture That Will Not End.

World Water Day=snowpacalypse

It’s kinda ironic, if you think about it.  Not that the now isn’t beautiful (and I have totally been taking night photos of the snow storm–they are forth-coming).

 

So, last week, I told y’all about the two pieces that I submitted for “The Voice of Water” competition at College of Menominee Nation‘s Sustainability Institute.

 

Both of my pieces placed!  The photograph placed third, and the painting placed second.  Honestly, the third place means more to me because there was more competition for it, but both of the pieces placing is very exciting since neither medium is my preferred medium.  <–Although, the painting is kinda sculptural due to the use of modeling paste medium.

 

What I didn’t remember to tell y’all is that “The Voice of Water” prompt was for World Water Day (I’m not sure I actually knew it at the time I entered).  I went to the little showing at CMN because I totally wanted to see the Best of Show (it was an art quilt; it was awesome).  I also wanted to see the little kids interpretations of water.  They were looking really good.  Loads of potential.

 

Also, today–because World Water Day and a snow storm just wasn’t enough–I did my guest lecture thing for the Husband’s Humanities class.  There were a whole four people, but it seemed to go well.  Since an hour-and-ten-minutes really isn’t enough time to do more than a cursory drive by of the 20th (and 21st) century, I did a more “let’s talk about how we perceive and define art and how that has changed through the 20th century” thing.  The kiddos talked (*shock* *awe*), and there was even a bit of contention between students about what constituted art.  I did a drive-by of ontology and a reminder of semiotics, and I got the chance to show them some of my favorite artists.

 

It was shiny.  Probably in my top ten teaching experiences.  And!  There wasn’t all the normal pressure of teaching since I was just a guest!

 

Later this week, there will likely be another blog.  I wanna show y’all the night photography I’ve been doing (got a new tripod, thanks to the Husband), I can tell y’all about the fabulous coffee and cheese prizes I got for my art placing, and I can tell y’all about Gallery Night at The Art Garage.

 

*points*  If you’re going to be in Green Bay Thursday night, come to the Gallery Night!

The Fiction Project

So, as I’ve said previously, I’m participating in “The Fiction Project” which is described as

“Share a story.

Calling all authors, ‘zine makers, comic-book writers, diarists, poets and storytellers: Our library needs your words!

The Fiction Project is an opportunity to tell stories in a different way by fusing text and visual art. Add your voice to this year’s coast-to-coast tour and create new work grounded in the act of writing. After traveling across the country, the Fiction Project will enter into the Brooklyn Art Library’s narrative collection, archiving your stories to share them with the public.

Anyone – from anywhere in the world – can be a part of the project. To participate and receive a journal that will travel with the 2011 tour, start by choosing a theme to the right.”

 

My theme is “It will be fun.  I swear.”  I’m kinda trying to decide what to do for it.  They want 51% of the moleskin to be handwritten text (not a big deal), but I’m not sure what to write about.

 

Suggestions?

 

I’ve been thinking about the zombie!bunny apocalypse or detailing the misadventures of Stymie (all Justin’s fault).

 

Maybe both?

 

I can see it now–haiku poetry about the ending of everything and death brought on the rotting, softly plophop of zombie!bunnies.

 

So cute.  So deadly.  So smelly.

 

In my defense, there hasn’t been a zombie!bunny novel yet (as far as I know); the best that I can come up with in that department is Bunnicula.  Obligatory Wikipedia article over————————->here.

 

Did y’all know that there was a third book in the series?  I mean, so few people know about The Celery Stalks at Midnight, but I’ve never heard of Howliday Inn.

 

Actually, there’s a bunch of Bunnicula books.  Maybe there’s a zombie!bunny in there somewhere?

 

With Stymie, I’m not sure what I would write about.  I have this weird thing going in my head that he’s very sad and morose–kinda like Eeyore–but that he bounced and drip-drops like one of those post-egg but pre-limb Digimon.

 

The Husband and I were also playing with Stymie’s plushie rendition and decided that he can fly, but in order to fly, he has to flip himself upside-down.  And, then, he kinda putputputs rather than zoooooooooooooms.

 

Maybe, that should be the plan; somehow, have the “It will be fun.  I swear.” as part of the shennanigans that Stymie and his other awkward friends get into and have little pencil/pastel drawings and plushie things in there.

 

*plots*

 

This might work.

 

I’d still be happy for suggestions or prompts, so feel free to share or suggest.

 

*tra lala la las away*

Making up for the spamming…

It seems like everything I’ve been posting of last has been promotional spam.

I apologize.  That isn’t fair to y’all who wander through here looking for weird squid-made art to look at.  ’Cause, really, why would y’all want to read the stuff I write for Handmade News; it’s more than a little dull, I think.

*POINTS*  See!  See what I did there?  It’s insidious and nefarious.  That promotion–stuff–is infiltrating every aspect of my life, and it has got to stop.

The real point of this post, aside from profuse apologies, was to show y’all what deconstructing pierott looked like in action.  It was accepted to an online magazine, which I’ll pass along when it’s going to be published!, and they wanted a short video for it! \o/  So, here it is–

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The piece itself if over in my wearable art section along with several of my other pieces, but in case y’all don’t remember what it looks like in its non-worn form, here are the images.

My lovely model in the video is my friend Genna.  The model in the photographs is my lovely model and flatmate Ian.

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deconstructing pierott

2008
3’6”x1’6”, dimensions vary
chicken wire, feather trim, tulle, ribbon, paper, jingle bells

deconstructing pierott is a wearable art piece that deconstructs the idea of the pierrot from commedia dell’arte while simultaneously referencing late 19th and early 20th century women acrobats and gesturing at the movie Prophecy. In its deconstruction, this piece also addresses the issue of being female, its restrictions, and the way in which women, even today, are displayed. The piece also jingles when it is worn to replicate the sound of the zany and the capering of the pierott.

Tulle: The Bane of My Existence

In other words, Opal and Vanya’s tutus are finished and shipped! *Kermit-flail of GLEE*

 

For those of you playing the home game, these are tutus that are being word as Opal is married and Vanya is her bridesmaid. <——–This is quite possible too cute for my to adequately express, so let’s leave it at AWWWWWWWWWWW!

 

PICTURES!

 

Opal’s (The Bride without the Kill Bill Vol. 1 conotations) tutu:

 

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Vanya’s (OMG!  Is this the cooliest name ever?  Y/Y?) tutu:

 

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The concept for the tutus were a peacock and her child with a (very) little bit of steampunk, lolita, and Victorian circus to it.  Whether they succeed in this is another matter, but these were the places I was taking inspiration from.

 

So, in addition to work and Script Frenzy, these are what have consumed the last month of my life.  Isn’t it grand?

…ArtWear update

I posted a new …quixotic or not.  We’re back to the Memento Mori, or an Alphabetic Squid ’cause I had time to fight with the knot-work on the “B” today.

 

*is annoyed at B*

 

But, there has been other excitement.  After two weeks (which really, if the time spent at work was removed, would have equalled one week) of intense, non-stop arting, the pieces for the ArtWear show are done and shipped and, with any luck, they won’t be returning to me, but I’m not holding my breath.

 

So, here is what was sent.  Some are old; most are new; all will be on display at the show and for sale.

 

 

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Ensembles:

 

  

 

wedding present, or incidentally gender politics

 

  

 

 

deconstructing pierrot

 

 

untitled, or under constraint

 

Accessories:  

 

    

penelope

 

 

moebius

 

 

parvati

 

 

clarabelle

 

 

scrump on the go

 

  

 

elizabeth

 

As always, my lovely housemate.  *applauds*

 

That’s what I sent.  13.5 pounds of wearable art.  Insured and eeeeeeeverything.

 

*collapses exhausted*

 

Now!  I write my Comp I syllabus.  I did mention that I got the teaching job at Kish, yeah?

 

*tra lala lala la la*

 

*STRESSED*

…rejected by a toaster, the high point of my day

I finally heard from Acci and they rejected me, but it was a very nice rejection, very “you don’t suck, we just didn’t have space” which is entirely possibly since they had over 1000 submission and only accepted 55.

 

*considers*

 

I can live with that.

 

I do wish that I’d hear from McColl and HardTwist, but what can I do?  I’d add ArtWear, but it just got there and everything.

 

ION, Craft Alliance in St. Lous is hiring faculty (which I’m probably not qualified for) and a registrar (which means I’d never had time to art), but they’re real jobs.  The applications are going out tomorrow.

 

But, since Gail has her very own artist working in the Writing Center (me!), she’s been having me install pieces.  So, in a way, I have my own little solo exhibition! \o/  The dress I submitted to ArtWear is down there, but also the collective scrump is too.

 

Here is the scrump all installed.

 

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See scrump.  

 

See scrump pile.

 

Pile, scrump, pile!

 

In addition, I’m also working very hard on my entry for the Smithsonian National Gallery’s Portraiture competition.

 

It’s getting there.  Really.

 

‘Kay.  Ciao, kiddos.  Stay outta the shadows.

…random blathering

Today, I–

 

*dramatic pause*

 

*keeps pausing*

 

*just a bit more*

 

–mailed my ACCI Gallery submissions.

 

*waits for cheering*

 

*crickets*

 

So, okay, it might not be a fantastic amount of stuff done, but it was important.  I also drew out the pattern for sock-geisha, cross-stitched patches, so that’s something too.

 

…now, I just need to cross-stitch one.  *headdesk*

 

Not necessarily related to art, but related to mailing things (and does anybody else completely hate the post office and their move to “first class” stamps rather than how it used to be i.e. based on weight and money? *seethes*), I mailed Theory Sarah off her mixes today, which was shiny.  Now, must make ones for Micha.

 

Since there’s nothing visual today, here are Theory Sarah’s mixes with commentary!

 

…sorta.

 

Disc 1:

 

1.  “Oops, I did it again”, Palast Orchester & Max Raabe, Hitpalast

 

A truly bizarre and unholy mixture of Britney Spears and German cabaret.  Brilliant and disturbing.  They have a myspace page.

 

2.  “Dizz Knee Land”, Dada, Puzzle

 

How can you not like a band named after this art moment?  And they live up to the name too.  They are disjunctive and surreal and political—just like the Dadaists.

 

3.  “They write books about this sort of thing”, Say Hi to Your Mom, Discosadness

 

It just seems like it should be the theme song for every literature person in the history of the universe.  Nice and pop-y and rather shiny.

 

4.  “Alice in Wonder Underground”, Buck-Tick

 

A random slice of j-pop which really should be in FLCL, but meh.  Pretty pop with pretty Asian boys—it really can’t get much better than this.  There’s a video of this song of youtube somewhere.  Definitely worth the watch.

 

5.  “White Rabbit”, Collide, Chasing the Ghost

 

I love this cover.  If Grace Slick had been born just a bit later, this would have been the original version.  Needless to say, Collide is ambient and noisy and industrial.  They, also, have a myspace page.

 

6.  “Vampire”, Antsy Pants, Juno Soundtrack

 

A couple of ten year old girls bouncing about on a bed and singing about a Jhonen Vasquez type vampire.  A random download that I completely adore.  Hopefully, you’ll like it as much as I do.

 

7.  “Pale”, Within Temptation

 

Celtic, melodramatic angst.  It’s pretty, though not my favorite.  It makes a nice transition though.

 

8.  “Insects”, Curiosity

 

Curiosity is a Chicago-based punkatorian/Victorianindustrial musician who does, in fact, dress in full-on lolita, which is rather shiny in my mind.  I like her.  She’s overwrought.

 

9.  “Glittering Cloud (The Plague of Locusts)”, Imogen Heap

 

Another random download in a River from Firefly fanmix (Beauty in the Breaking) that I have fallen in love with.  It’s perky and kinda Postal Service feeling, but by a girl!  Although, I always think that she sounds rather androgynous and like the lead singer of Savage Garden.  The different tempos are really fantastic.

 

10.  “Gasoline”, Enter the Haggis, Casualties of Retail

 

I saw them on Austin City Limits and that was it.  I was hooked.  They’re cute and Scottish and wear kilts and Docs on stage.  *swoons*  This is my favorite song of theirs.  It has banjos, fiddles, and bitchin’ about Scottish-things both traditional and new.

 

11.  “Furnace Room Lullaby”, Neko Case and Her Boyfriends, Furnace Room Lullaby

 

I first heard this song while watching The Gift.  It’s Celtic-American country at its absolute best.  Neko Case has a fantastic voice, absolute control of the pathos, and the song is damn catchy.

 

12.  “Let the Record Show”, Emilie Autumn, Opheliac

 

Emilie is another Chicago-based musician of the punkatorian/Victorianindustiral persuasion.  I think she might have even coined the term.  Maybe not my absolute favorite song of hers, but it’s up there in the top five.  Opheliac was her transition into full-on industrial music after more fairy-fantasy, heavily violin-oriented music and, before that, true classical.  I saw her in concert once.  Definitely worth the hassle. 

 

13.  “Just not rock and roll enough”, Heather Perry

 

A Chicago-based folk musician who I went to Columbia with.  Heather really is brilliant and funny.  Her BFA was in theatre of all things.  She performed Shakespeare.  She also liked performance art and she is as brilliant performing as she is on CD.  Heather’s one of my favorite people.  And, she has a myspace page and regular site too!  With downloads!

 

14.  “Gorecki”, Lamb, Lamb

 

I first heard this song when watching the Torchwood episode “They keep killing Suzie”.  It plays at the end of the episode.  I performed my google-fu and, behold!, “Gorecki”!  I love the delicacy of the beginning, how fragile the singer sounds like she’s sitting precariously on the edge of life and death.  Brilliant.

 

15.  “Delicious”, Kazuhisa Yamaguchi and Ichirou Imai, Petshop of Horrors OST

 

Ambient and lovely, “Delicious” is also the name of a TV episode and a manga episode of Petshop of Horrors where a bride, who is a famous pop idol, throws herself off the side of a cruise ship on her wedding night to get revenge on her new husband.  She, seemingly, shows back up as a mermaid who has amnesia.  The Husband buys her from D’s petshop and takes her home with him.  She, over the course of the episode and in good Japanese mermaid tradition, eats him.  It’s rather shiny.  This song is supposed to be one of the Bride’s songs.

 

Disc 2:

 

1.  “End of Creation”, Psyche Corp

 

Psych Corp is considered a steampunk band (although, I’m fairly certain it’s one person)—more or less.  I love how operatic the singer is.  She has a wonderful range and the story is compelling.

 

2.  “Ago”, Sky Salt, I Believe in Fairytales

 

Sky Salt, although no longer together, is a favorite band of mine.  I love their mix of fairytale and music.  The folkiness of this song is nice too, especially with the little bit of harder guitar towards the end.  They probably fall somewhere in the cabaret punk/baroque pop genre.  Where, I’m not exactly sure.  They referred to themselves as a “fairytale rock band”.

 

3.  “Fairytale”, Sara Bareilles, Careful Confessions

 

Sarah Bareilles is a new one for me, but how can you not appreciate someone whose essentially created a modernized, feminist version of fairytales which both renounces and embraces fairytales at the same time through song?

 

4.  “Paper Angels”, Sky Salt, I Believe in Fairytales

 

The image in my head of “paper angels” is too lovely and I hope that this whimsy carries over to you.  The glissandied waltz at the very beginning is so pretty and the rhythm of the song is so nice.

 

5.  “My Medea”, Vienna Teng

 

I always thought Medea was awesome:  strong and powerful and cut-throat in a completely understandable way.  And that Vienna Teng wrote a song about Medea and the labyrinth and what she’s killed makes me all a-squee.  I love her voice, her range, her composition, and her lyrics.  She so does not suck.

 

6.  “Bang Bang”, Violet Indiana, Casino

 

I first became acquainted with Violet Indiana through a compellation called “12 Tales”, which is really lovely and the insert art is by Amy Brown.  I love the murderousness of this song and how matter-of-fact it is.  I always think of speak-easies and gangsters when listening to this song.  Dunno why, I just do.

 

7.  “Carnival Justice”, Hannah Fury

 

Another one of those punkatorian/Victorianindustial musicians, but I really like her.  She’s a bit more whimsical that Emilie Autumn or Curiosity.  The layers make it so there’s always something new to hear every time you listen to it.  She has a myspace and regular website, both of which are worth a gander.  And, she sings in French and likes periot!  What more could you ask for?

 

8.  “Hollow”, Better Than Ezra, Before the Robots

 

Even though Better Than Ezra is totally a frat-band, they’re one of my favorite bands ever.  Their first album was the first CD I ever bought on my own.  “Hollow”, I think, is quintessentially them:  a little silly, a little bitter, a lot ironic.  Beautifully written, angsty lyrics and catchy songs.  I really hope you like them.  Did I mention they’re from New Orleans?

 

9.  “Cigarettes and Chocolate Milk”, Rufus Wainwright, Poses

 

My favorite Rufus song, hands down.  There are no words for it.  He’s hit everything that’s bad for you and brilliant and makes life something to be enjoyed.  The fact that Rufus is essentially a crooner only makes it better.

 

10.  “Smile and Wave”, The Headstones, Greatest Fits

 

A very, very new band for me; The Headstones are a Canadian band.  I don’t know much about them.  One of my livejournal friends (Salieri, troyswann on livejournal) turned me onto them.  I like the roughness of their music, the absolute “fuck you”ness of it.

 

11.  “Slow Me Down”, Emmy Rossum

 

The syncopation and variety in this is brilliant.  I stumbled upon it due to a River from Firefly fanmix (Beauty in the Breaking) again.  Very pretty.

 

12.  “Beautiful Disaster”, Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers, Real to Reel

 

The title always makes me think of Kelly Clarkson (what?  She doesn’t suck.  She’s fairly decent.)  Roger Clyne and The Peacemakers are the remnants of The Refreshments, Gin Blossoms (though he’s evidently returned to the Gin Blossoms), and Dead Hot Workshop.  They are borderland rock at its best.  Completely brilliant and more-than-a-bit silly.

 

13.  “Bohemian Like You”, The Dandy Warhols, Buffy the Vampire Slayer:  Radio Sunnydale

 

It funny and catchy and, due to an Atlantis fanvid, always makes me think of Radek as well as Xander.  I dunno.  I just really like it.

 

14.  “Let’s Talk about Spaceships”, Say Hi to Your Mom, Numbers and Mumbles

 

Again, because of an Atlantis fanmix.  I love the avoidance of this song.  It so works for slash pairings.

 

15.  “Ride on Shooting Star”, The Pillows

 

Another slice of j-pop that really is in FLCL.  It’s fun and catchy and really needs a yellow Vespa in it. Or, as Eric says, crunchy, ”Diamond Dogs” era Bowie with a good riff.

 

See ya on the otherside, kiddos!