Thursday 23 July 2009

Beyonce as a peasant girl - "Ring on it" must be the oldest song ever written

Picture this: a peasant woman from an unnamed East European state is dancing in full ancient ceremonial garments in front of a backdrop of a painting of a beautiful meadow somewhere in central Europe. But the music isn't an obscure East European folk dance, it's Beyonce's "Single Ladies" (Put a ring on it), blaring, at top volume. See it here - http://www.youtube.com/user/GeryGeorgieva

And I watch the dancer she is doing all the exact moves of the famous Beyonce video we all know so well. But because she is dressed like a simple traditional girl and features in this context suddenly the dance seems to reveal itself as, well exactly what it is: thigh-slapping, finger wagging little song of a plucky peasant girl from the village green.










It's brilliant how this makes me question all the supposedly cool and up to the minute representations we scan everyday. We look down on so-called peasants from the past, or even on immigrants or refugees from Eastern Europe who we secretly deride as being out-of-date, or who do not understand our culture, but we are all watching some dressed up girl in a posh fashion costume from America, the land of the future, do a typical seduction / wooing dance from way back. So who is so culturally superior now?

The video is the work of performance artist Gergana Georgieva - featured as part of Goldsmiths College final year show 2009. Like Gillian Wearing she uses video work to question identity skilfully and originally. But her work has more universal themes connected to the identity of outsiders from other cultures and our prejudices and assumptions towards them.

In another video, she creates skin-coloured full face rigid masks, worn by two supposed foreigners, who are answering facile questions from a rather glib off-camera reporter. The immigrants have no lips because of their masks and seem to speak but say no actual words - we simply have subtitles to represent them. Particularly funny is when the naive reporter asks them about having a sense of humour. The masks and subtitles simply cannot communicate. The scene is comical but it seems it is the reporter who looks more the idiot with her constant nonsensical questions.

Some of the best art I have seen recently re-ignites a purpose of art as a way to question our safe and narcissisitic enclosed view of the world, questioning comfortable assumptions that are shared by many in Western European societies. The Vidarbha cotton widows (http://www.vidarbha-project.com/) book, film and stills project by Verena Hanschke at the RCA similarly shines a wincingly bright flashlight at Monsanto and the disaster genetically modified crops are having on indian farmers. Reminiscent of Taryn Simon's "Innocents" work, Verena Hanschke, brings to life the widows of the hundreds of farmers who have desperately taken their own lives in despair as they lose everything. But the light she shines is not depressing but penetrating and beautiful...

Sunday 28 June 2009

Oriana Fox and 70s feminists get mashed up with comedy, sex in the city and lots of nude hair painting






I am a fan of Oriana Fox (for a visual image of her - think a slimmer, prettier version of Mel from Flight of the Conchords). I went to the best night out ever last night. Not only were we on the massive windowed seventh floor of the Tate Modern overlooking everything in London but there was wine, wine, food, more wine, nude (fit) men, nude (fit) women, food painting, rapping, huge fabric pussies and people tied up with pieces of string - all in all a perfect night out. So much wine was flowing that the joyful sound of the odd broken glass dropped into the performance towards the end of the evening as the audience happily slipped into oblivion.

The night was all about re-enacting famous feminist art performances (and protests) - a "hommage" to the much slagged off 60s/70s/80s wimmin who watched themselves being watched by men and tried to climb out of the frame. But Oriana also added her own knowing wink and little comedy twists. One of the best features was a performance which re-enacted Judy Chicago's "Cock and Cunt Play" (1970)using a huge fabric pussy but incorporating 2 new characters - including a very eloquent talking cervix (the "eye"). Oriana's original 2003 Goldsmiths work "Our bodies, Ourselves" linked 70s feminism and the ever popular "Sex in the city", pointing out that the "SITC" girls are staging their own little feminist protest, just under a different guise .
My other favourite item was Oreet Ashery's "Hairoism" performance. A reworking of Eleanor Antin's 1972 video The King in which the artist slowly adds facial hair and clothes to make herself a slightly underconfident monarch. Oreet had all her hair shaved off, then reglued it to make herself look like both the head of the Israeli Defence Forces, then a leader of Hamas, then the Israeli Minister of Foreign Affairs, then Yasser Arafat - successively. All simply through different haircuts and a bit of glasses wearing (and she did surprisingly look very similar to them). Then she had hair glued all over her body-scary.

The night ended with a full on rap whilst three young men stood nude, covering themselves in polka dots, (a part piss take of the Heyward Gallery's current red and white polka dotted trees / installations by Yayoi Kusama just upriver?). Lilibeth, the artise, proceeded to do Shigeko Kubota-style vagina painting, dragged her hair up and down the floor also adding to the painting in a Pollock-stylee whilst rapping angrily about "vagina painting with a penis brush" and over-recycling of the past.

Everyone should see this stuff - it is awesome.
Photograpy: Hitomi Yoda.

Monday 25 May 2009

DUKKES play Bristol, with Team Brick and the Defibrillators hoorah - our first gig outta town

we played a gig outside goldsmiths for the first time. in a warehouse in Montpellier, the graffiti-squat party cool area of Bristol. and i broke a plate, 2 glass ashtrays and a really annoying coffee mug with a large hammer. niiiiiiiiiiiice. Team Brick and the defibrillators played too. and they were awesome. and we all got drunk in a jamaican bar to reggae then played guitar hero - world tour after at our mate Josh's extremely messy flat... sweet

Tuesday 19 May 2009

Captain Najork's Hired Sportsmen: "post-feminist industrial noise pop"

http://www.gold.ac.uk/news/week-with-the-warden/

"post-feminist industrial noise pop"


Well despite my guitar breaking the night before, having to borrow my mate Blake's "Big Muff" pedal (cue dirty jokes from engineers all round), accidently destroying my bike, and someone unplugging me just before I was about to play - it seems the warden of Goldsmiths himself did actually love Stacey and I's performance. He came to see us on Friday, allegedly loved it (I have to get a CD together) and has even included us in his weekly blog, as "post-feminist industrial noise pop". See http://www.gold.ac.uk/news/week-with-the-warden/ Thanks Geoffrey! Anytime if you want us to play your lounge or any Goldsmiths events - we are ready. All we need is one drumkit, one electric guitar, some crockery and a loud amp! aaaaaah bliss www.myspace.com/DUKKESMUSIC. I think those capitals are vital...

Sunday 17 May 2009

we broke lots of crockery


Staz and myself had our first gig as the newly named DUKKES on Friday as part of the Pure Gold Festival and the glorious Albany, Deptford. And apparently the songs went down rather well.
I took most of the kitchen china with me and a large hammer. We didn't like the idea of doing a big theatrical posh shiny "show" so we decided it was going to be just like a rather chaotic home rehearsal. We brought a carpet and we made a set which looked a bit like a bedroom/lounge (complete with uplighter), broke a lot of crockery, and dismantled the drumkit whilst still playing it.
We got interviewed by a film crew so shortly our loverly mugs will be immortalised somewhat on utube, both jumping around on stage and rabbiting on a bit about the music. We were desperate to get a beer after the show so we are slowly edging towards the bar during the interview.
The warden of Goldsmith's is apparently a fan. If he wants us to play his lounge at home we will, any time. Simon, our mentor and teacher at college, when asked exactly what genre of music we belong to, described us as DIY, post-feminist, noise pop rock. We are not sure about the post-feminist. Maybe post-ironic is more apt? We are thinking of inventing a logo / coat of arms which somehow integrates "By appointment to the Warden of Goldsmith's". It is gonna be awesome...

Monday 4 May 2009

Band naming headaches


I formed a new band with my mate Staz and we went on myspace www.myspace.com/DUKKESMUSIC along with 3 trillion other bands.

We spent about 3 years trying to work out what to call ourselves. There are some terrible band names out there. Think the worst two I can remember are: Crispy Ambulance; Shitgoblins. Having said that, "The Beatles" doesnt sound like a great name when you think about it. Who wants to be called after a bunch of insects?

We wanted to be called something which wasn't:

- about the fact we are 2 girls (we hate "girly" band names like something -ettes or girls something or pink or any girls names)

- not about the fact we are 2 girls (something really boyish or macho - as if we were a bunch of macho dykes)

- lesbian sounding. We are not lesbians. A fact that apparently is not clear if 2 girls get on stage and play together. Apparently everyone will think we are lesbians. (Or so says our gay mentor, Simon). Why? Do we need to tattoo "we are not lesbians" on our foreheads? Or hand out little flyers to the audience clarifying that we are not lesbians? Or make some kind of announcement? rubbish. Is this because of Tegan and Sara? We don't even have acoustic guitars (just a guitar and drums). Thinking about it, there aren't actually that many lesbian bands. Apparently the original members of 4 non blondes were and of course there is Lesbians on Ecstasy but we hadn't actually heard of them...

Naming is such a nightmare. Weird thing is, after only 4 days on myspace, this really cool DJ guy called Teambrick or team bric (www.myspace.com/teambrick) offered us a gig in Bristol, supporting his album launch. Brilliant. Anyone who says myspace doesn't work is lieing. It is, apart from anything else, a great place to collaborate with other musicians. God I sound like "Tom" the happy virtual myspace welcome bloke (I reckon he doesn't actually exist but has been devised in photoshop from a merge of all the faces of the shady people running myspace).

Hoorah for rock and roll.