New video titled “Cory Arcangel says ‘To upload a 10 hour youtube video is a really great hack of the system, cause it’s just ridiculous’ for 10 hours.” and its about Cory Arcangel who says “To upload a 10 hour youtube video is a really great hack of the system, cause it’s just ridiculous” for 10 hours. 

An old painting I made on plywood (23x15.5cm / 9x6inch) starring Andrew Churchman of Pants Yell! with a certain phrase out of their song “Mixed Media Collage”. As I can’t find that song uploaded anywhere, here’s another one involving a boyfriend which I used to listen to a lot. 

An old painting I made on plywood (23x15.5cm / 9x6inch) starring Andrew Churchman of Pants Yell! with a certain phrase out of their song “Mixed Media Collage”. As I can’t find that song uploaded anywhere, here’s another one involving a boyfriend which I used to listen to a lot

Here’s a new song of my 90s-techno-with-pseudo-intellectual-german-lyrics-one-man-band, called “Attacke Attacke”. You can download the song on soundcloud or here and as there are a lot of quotes and references in it: Below there’s a picture with them, the lyrics and their translation.

(click for bigger version)

The tumblr of the band is still this and the last two songs make one Ep, but I guess I’m going to revise the other song a little bit.

Zubetonieren is my other blog where I post poems in german every now and then. The one above would translate to:
Eat, drink, shit, piss, jerk, sleep. One can’t always only coquet  with suicide -  once in a while  you got to do it, too.

Zubetonieren is my other blog where I post poems in german every now and then. The one above would translate to:

Eat, drink, shit, piss, jerk, sleep.
One can’t always only
coquet
with suicide - 
once in a while
you got to do it, too.

"Immer wenn ich traurig bin" für 10 Stunden.

Translates something to (corn = sth. like brandy):
 Always when I’m sad I drink a corn.
 When I’m still sad, then I drink another corn.
 When I’m still sad then, I drink another corn.
 And when I’m still sad, then I start again.

Here’s a text I made two months ago about my days as a youngster in Zwickau, a German town that later would get ‘famous’ for being the home of right-wing terrorists NSU.

Also, here’s a page with a further explanation and playlist for the sound installation still running in Kunstraum Kreuzberg, Berlin till 22nd of June.

And now I’m on the run for a job in stage scenery/sound in a small theatre Dresden, which is what I’ve been preparing the last couple weeks. I’m really uncertain about the whole thing, especially, whether my cobbled together stuff is going to hold. But I’m going to meet an old friend there, which I haven’t seen for almost 10 years and that even would make up for all the furious involved people, when the stage falls apart in the middle of the performance.

A few days ago I suddenly got a lot of notes on two rather old works (#1, #2), apparently because they had been reblogged by Michael Stipe. I thought “Well, this is funny, so Mr. Stipe is having his Sturtevant-phase and posts everything tagged with it.” Unfortunately the reason why he reblogged the pictures was a sad one: Elaine Sturtevant had passed away.

I first encountered Elaine in a conversation with a professor at art school on December 8th, 2011. Honestly I couldn’t memorize the date now, but I still got the e-mails, when I arranged the meeting back then. And that one hour meeting, without exaggeration, changed everything: My art, my reception of other art, my perception regarding artistic value and copyright, but also other things I made: Music, Writing, well, everything. After I showed the professor my old and recent stuff I began an enthusiastic monologue about what I wanted to do in the future: “From now on I’m just gonna copy works. Because like, in the end everything is a remix of a remix. You know like: It’s all been done, nameen?” - “Weeell, nothing new - You’re singing in a choir of 1000 artists here. There is even one artist, who copies existing art works and declares them as her originals. Mhh, what was her name again… Somehow like this brand of cigarettes: Stuyvesant or something like that.” And I be like “Wat?!" No, actually I was really shocked, as if somebody punched me unexpectedly in the face for no reason. I really thought I was the only guy with that oh-so-unique Idea, but obviously it had all been done decades ago.

Soon I learned about Appropriation Art and after some googling I finally found out, who the artist was the professor had meant in the conversation: Elaine Sturtevant. So I watched videos about and with her (like the one with the scene above), read interviews, borrowed books from the library and over the years she became my main inspiration for nearly everything I made. Without knowing her I really wouldn’t be where I am now. Also, because I think I took her answer to a young woman in this video seriously: “What is the best advice you could give to young artists  today?” - “Oh my god, I’ve got no idea… Work, work, think, discipline. You know it’s very tough today.” She knows best, as she and her art only and slowly got more attention in the 90ies, when she already was over 60. Surrender? Pshh, there was Sturtevant.

When she exhibited at Hans Ulrich Obrists Serpentine Gallery last year I even thought about flying to London just for the opening and maybe get the super-eventual chance of meeting and talking to her. But I was broke as hell and it never came to this. And it never will. I am very sad.

I’ve written a text about my days in art school, which you can download here [Pdf, German, 29 Pages], listen to the spoken version above or download the Mp3 of it here [150MB!, obviously in German as well]. To sum it up: In the text I’ve put groups like Minor Threat and Sonic Youth in a relation to art school, and how their art lasts and is well received, whilst you never could do that in an art school.

Also I’m going to take part in this group exhibition at Kunstraum Kreuzberg/Bethanien (Mariannenplatz 2, 10997 Berlin) from 9.5. till 22.6. with a sound installation. It’s a new work about … well … let’s say: Music. Meet me drunk on the opening this Friday.

And here’s the video I mentioned 2 days ago [or click on the gif] I know, it’s sort of stupid / narcissistic to make gifs of one’s own video, but I hardly click on vids scrolling quickly through tumblr these days and I really liked the scenes. Still not convinced with the sound of the guitar, though. Ah yes: Here’s the english version of the text and here the tumblr of the one man band.

And here’s the video I mentioned 2 days ago [or click on the gif] I know, it’s sort of stupid / narcissistic to make gifs of one’s own video, but I hardly click on vids scrolling quickly through tumblr these days and I really liked the scenes. Still not convinced with the sound of the guitar, though. Ah yes: Here’s the english version of the text and here the tumblr of the one man band.

28 - I kinda like that number, mostly because of the 8, which looks like the twisted symbol for infinity. Feels like I’ve been walking in its notches for the last 28 years. And of course, I won’t be young much more. Am I even young anymore? I’m close to 30 now, but hey, I’m still in my twens, still a 20something. I’ve became an adult practically just some months ago. And still feel like a teenage fuckhead. And I’ve escaped 27 Club. But I wouldn’t appear on that list either, because I’m not famous. And I wouldn’t even care, because I’d be dead then.

So on this thursday in april I spend my birthday alone, as I always do. I never really got, why people celebrate their birthdays anyways. Another year behind, without that something of real importance would have had happen. Another number added to a reversed countdown to death of which you still don’t know, when it’s gonna happen. If nothing comes inbetween, then I’ve got about 50 summers left.

But something did actually happen this time: Remember, when I wrote on December 31st, as a kind of resolution, that I want to finish my first EP this year? Check. I’m going to record a video for the last song in the next hours, which should be done editing in a few days. Also upcoming, there will be a text about my days in art school, which is about 2/3 finished. It’s going to be a long payoff. But I’m really looking forward. The time of self-pity is over. Hopefully. Running out of money also is a good reason to actually make stuff, although of course it doesn’t feel good to be broke and not knowing where to go. It’s the same procedure as every year: “I’m not half of what I wish I was”, but maybe a quarter. I’m still here. This is happening.

Here’s the commented video, which I projected in my performance “This could be my last piece” and its ~150 sources are listed and linked in this page. So, if you have 45 minutes to spare, then I’ll you the story of my life [in german]. You can find the Filming of the Show in February here: Part 1 / Part 2. And there are two excerpts of it: #1 & #2.

The two performances themselves went well, but I’m not sure whether this is what I want. Whilst I sort of gave the answer within this doubt. I mean: People were clapping at the end, but did they really ‘understand’ something? I had the feeling, even though I made verbal errors and mistakes, that I really gave everything, but that not much of this was left, when the show was over. Short laughs, little chuckles. And then? I guess that I just try to put the energy into writing and music from now on, while the latters ‘presentations’ could have a performative character as well, if I ever appear on stage with it.

Btw, I searched for critiques of the performance earlier that day and one result led to a blog post written in Japanese, of which I thought it was spam at first, but it’s actually a Japanese guy living in Berlin, who had seen the show. Google translates the first sentence with “Performance of machine gun talking 45 minutes.” Yep, that’s seems to be appropriate.

On 1st and 2nd of April I can and will show the performance (trailer) again in HAU3 (Tempelhofer Ufer 10, Berlin) at 9:30pm/21:30Uhr, while the whole thing is starting at 7pm/19uhr. See here for more infos and tickets.
And the photo above is my uhm ‘press-photo’ for it. Wanted to sort of imitate a Morrissey-Pose (1 2 3 4), but now it looks kind of a advertising for American Apparel… And if you’re wondering what’s going on with my legs: I’m sittin on tha toilet. The light in my bathroom is always so superb, that when I’m taking a dump it feels like all the descriptions of near death experiences finally make sense. Not sure what I wanted say with the stretching of the suspenders tho, but the shirt is of course a reference/theft to that Jenny Holzer-series. 
Btw, I never noticed I have such big fucking ears. Guess I could be in competiton with this guy.

On 1st and 2nd of April I can and will show the performance (trailer) again in HAU3 (Tempelhofer Ufer 10, Berlin) at 9:30pm/21:30Uhr, while the whole thing is starting at 7pm/19uhr. See here for more infos and tickets.

And the photo above is my uhm ‘press-photo’ for it. Wanted to sort of imitate a Morrissey-Pose (1 2 3 4), but now it looks kind of a advertising for American Apparel… And if you’re wondering what’s going on with my legs: I’m sittin on tha toilet. The light in my bathroom is always so superb, that when I’m taking a dump it feels like all the descriptions of near death experiences finally make sense. Not sure what I wanted say with the stretching of the suspenders tho, but the shirt is of course a reference/theft to that Jenny Holzer-series

Btw, I never noticed I have such big fucking ears. Guess I could be in competiton with this guy.

neuesnichts:

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAA AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Finally uploaded the last song of the soon to be self released Ep by Neues Nichts. Took me ages until I finished this one, as it is the song I like the most of the 4 that are going to be on the Ep. Well, it’s not on a label and nearly nobody is going to listen to it anyway, but for me it’s quite a big thing, as I never have put out/uploaded a coherent recording ever, just single songs every now and then. And then yesterday I recorded the final bass-line, which unintentionally has almost the same notes like the one in Priests - Leave me alone, but actually you hardly can hear it, as it is heavily distorted. Try to record a video for the song in the next days too, make the artwork & some demos and then it’s “find a label”-time.. Btw, set up a facebook page earlier that day - and now was really about to say “be the first one to like” … Nah, I can’t say that. Are we talking to ourselfs again, Sebastian? We? AAAAA

Found some photographs of Terry Richardson I lasercut about 3 years ago. I have nothing against Richardson in particular - He’s just an old man, about to turn fifty, who perpetuates the cliché of a faded “Sex, Drugs and Rock’n’Roll”-lifestyle, which artistical date of expiry ran out a long time ago. No, what pisses me of is the increasing missing of something like a dialog or discourse in and about art in general, maybe caused/hastened by social media. “Oh yeah, it’s a photograph of Terry Richardson, he’s quite famous.” Click, Like, Click, Thumbs up. Sure, it looks cool, but does it mean something? And does being a famous artist mean, that I have to like his stuff? I mean Gerhard Richter is famous too, but most of his paintings fuckin suck. And he’s got absolutely nothing to say, which is probably why he is famous. 
Every artwork today seems to be “good”, “interesting” or “exciting”, but couldn’t it also be “thrilling”, “haunting” or “life changing”? Or new or at least something I haven’t seen before? Couldn’t it dare something? Couldn’t it try to make a look ahead? Like Robert Hughes said, that “the truly significant work of art is the one that prepares the future.” Does the pile of crap you tag with “artists on tumblr” prepare anything at all? Is it uncool to ask these questions as an artist nowadays? Are we fed up with politics, wherever politics might start? Have we seen it all before - on the internet - so that there’s nothing left to do, than to make meaningless art and celebrate ourselves? Seems the Society of the Spectacle unfolds itself in full bloom in the 10s of the 21st century. Blame it on the zeitgeist. 
Where is the energy? Where is the overkill, the rage?  Where are the statements, the indefensible theses, the inconvertible manifests? Where are the Beuys and Schlingensiefs? And why is every second artist naming his/her pieces “untitled”? Is it because they have absolutely nothing to say? A thousand photos of someone posing in front of white wall, doing some unmeaning gesture. Wow. That’s something new. Dessert please? No, thanks - The things you want to pass me as “excess” already bore the shit out of me. 

Found some photographs of Terry Richardson I lasercut about 3 years ago. I have nothing against Richardson in particular - He’s just an old man, about to turn fifty, who perpetuates the cliché of a faded “Sex, Drugs and Rock’n’Roll”-lifestyle, which artistical date of expiry ran out a long time ago. No, what pisses me of is the increasing missing of something like a dialog or discourse in and about art in general, maybe caused/hastened by social media. “Oh yeah, it’s a photograph of Terry Richardson, he’s quite famous.” Click, Like, Click, Thumbs up. Sure, it looks cool, but does it mean something? And does being a famous artist mean, that I have to like his stuff? I mean Gerhard Richter is famous too, but most of his paintings fuckin suck. And he’s got absolutely nothing to say, which is probably why he is famous. 

Every artwork today seems to be “good”, “interesting” or “exciting”, but couldn’t it also be “thrilling”, “haunting” or “life changing”? Or new or at least something I haven’t seen before? Couldn’t it dare something? Couldn’t it try to make a look ahead? Like Robert Hughes said, that “the truly significant work of art is the one that prepares the future.” Does the pile of crap you tag with “artists on tumblr” prepare anything at all? Is it uncool to ask these questions as an artist nowadays? Are we fed up with politics, wherever politics might start? Have we seen it all before - on the internet - so that there’s nothing left to do, than to make meaningless art and celebrate ourselves? Seems the Society of the Spectacle unfolds itself in full bloom in the 10s of the 21st century. Blame it on the zeitgeist. 

Where is the energy? Where is the overkill, the rage?  Where are the statements, the indefensible theses, the inconvertible manifests? Where are the Beuys and Schlingensiefs? And why is every second artist naming his/her pieces “untitled”? Is it because they have absolutely nothing to say? A thousand photos of someone posing in front of white wall, doing some unmeaning gesture. Wow. That’s something new. Dessert please? No, thanks - The things you want to pass me as “excess” already bore the shit out of me. 

Performance last Friday went good, not as ‘smoove’ as I wanted, but still quite good. Actually it was voted for ‘Best Piece’ (of the festival) by a jury in that venue (Hau3) and on 1st and 2nd of April I can show it there again. I even missed the award (= vodka & restaurant meal) presentation, cause I didn’t know there was one. On their facebook-page they have a soundcloud-link with a recording of the prize-giving and at about 20.20 you can hear my announcement, my missing and some words by them about the performance - if you understand german. “Punkrock will never die.” Schon klar.
Above a little gif of a new video by my one-man-band Neues Nichts.

Performance last Friday went good, not as ‘smoove’ as I wanted, but still quite good. Actually it was voted for ‘Best Piece’ (of the festival) by a jury in that venue (Hau3) and on 1st and 2nd of April I can show it there again. I even missed the award (= vodka & restaurant meal) presentation, cause I didn’t know there was one. On their facebook-page they have a soundcloud-link with a recording of the prize-giving and at about 20.20 you can hear my announcement, my missing and some words by them about the performance - if you understand german. “Punkrock will never die.” Schon klar.

Above a little gif of a new video by my one-man-band Neues Nichts.