REMIX // sounds

My sound sample collection.

www.stellarjae.com/remix

A'

check check bamf

kinesis // kinaesthetic // kinedramatic

sound through space // infinite morpho-possibilities

collective filter

movement with dimension

bamf

check one // check one

hypertext // hypersexed // hyperspan

textual time // automatic inertia

selective synasthesia

textured sound extension

bamf

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hip hop how form not to deny

cooperative model above almost any

human history

by delight between voice

presence not be your own true today

copy culture

quote previous migration

uncanny system in sound narrative

skin bytes

in the remix signature

that blip in anechoic chamber lane

absolute dweller

gray dawn summer scale

emblem piper of your playing game

prostitute behavior

cynical crowd gaze deal

dead hand rock triangulation takes

flow spectacle

trouble mom honey punk

electric you ride shareable movements

control source

code mad end century

shit going frequencies just open living

determine thinking

make timeless might

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parallel don't absolute

myth combine nano-space

generate night process countries born

balance next

blown turbulence armor moving

fixed extension twist notion tumble of

burdened force

landscape deficit just large

contagion storm vehicle to control more

language years

quick scanner inhabit plays into

cloud process simultaneous digital content

jungle cues

data kit trouble how

remains whole father original to mix

storage scene

as a series interface lives

archive more exciting control you grow

anything open

extract machinery dinner took

first loop action for syntax ruptured through

new people

plastic focus outside decaying

virtual agent evoked vector axis filter

page network

bamf

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Blood & Guts in High School

Kathy Acker's style of collage in Blood and Guts in High School is perfect for the story she is relating. The broken scenes, intertwined drawings and segmented reality lead the reader to feel as if the whole story is not quite unfolded before them. I think Acker utilized a cut-up technique similar to that of Billy Borroughs in such a way that it also contributed to the intensely twisted narrative at the heart of a girl named, Janey. From a ten year old's perspective, everything would not be in complete, adult thought. In other words, the fact that Janey had normed a completely unhealthy relationship with her father and again fell into an abusive sexual relationship with another man is more than a linear, traditional narrative could represent. What would change if Acker spelled everything out in a linear style? There are many things that happen when people experience trauma. Selective memory, rationalization, irrational thoughts and emotional outbursts may be part of a traumatic experience. In this way, the cut-up method is a most appropriate way to tell this story. What happens is that even without a beginning to end type of story, a story - and a picture unfold. It is the visual association and the disorientation of the reader that make Janey very real. Reading Blood and Guts is like mixing subconscious with reality and even then, mere fragments of each.

During the course of a day, we all have thoughts that come and go. If we think about how many of those we actually consciously process, it is few. On a normal day, it is the thoughts that are attached to emotions that come to the surface of our realities. In this case, I believe Acker was brilliant in her literary assemblage. In this way, Acker has created a 'systematic derangement of senses' which was mentioned in the Borroughs article. Colors, smells, sounds, touches are mixed up furthering the idea of disorientation.

I find it rather easy to draw lines to Max Ernst in terms of literary collage. Particularly, Une Semaine de Bonté or other of his graphic novel remixes.

Also, a video where Acker interviews Burroughs.

Thielke & I

It is to that other one, to Thielke, that things happen. Many good things. Sometimes I am amazed. Granted at times she is a hard-working devil. It is not uncommon to find her researching for hours about the history of typography, reading this feminist article or that or brushing up on her Hindi. There are a great many things that we agree upon and there are those that we simply never will. That is what keeps our relationship alive. We seem to have a nice system of checks and balances. After all, Thielke is the one who is so creatively immersed, she sometimes fails to see logic. I help her out with that. It's the least I could do, considering we are so close.

Thielke is not one without room for improvement by any means. Even I could tell you that. Distanced, I often see her thoughts floating to daydreams and try to drop subtle reminders of the task at hand. It's really not her fault, you know. She is also one who simply loves to argue. Not in the, "I'm going to fight you" sense, but the, "I disagree" sense. Nothing more bothersome really, just as soon as we begin to agree on an issue, she sees things differently. Last week she thought she saw a sparkly smidgeon of goodness in conservative politics. What a hoax. This week she is back on the "Obama, I love you bandwagon." Always a battle, it is.

All in all I really don't feel myself without her.

Exercise In Style - 80's Vernacular

It was 'bout chow time on a sunny day in June. I just finished dubbing a bangin' Max Headroom episode on my last bootleg tape, but was runnin' late. I booked it solo just in time to hang a ride on the S-Bus. The bus was jam-packed with mall-maggots, posers and tinkerbillies. The kind that would make most dudes ralph. One in particular. Some morph-necked, hoser-hairdog had a bad day and was shoving his way around the bus. I don't know what his problem was, he was wiggin' out trying to get a seat. When he pushed past me I shoulda' snuffed 'em one for bein' such a wastoid, but I didn't feel like dealin' wid an eye jammy problem.

Few hours later, BAM! There he was again. This time with his spangler talking about buttons or some shit. What a loser. I totally needed a freddy.