Hungry Hungry Hippos Amplified (Portland, Oregon)

Re-enacting the Tragedy of the Commons provides hours of entertainment.
Contact microphones attached to an aggressive behavior-inducing board game provides us with this sound.
Travel Post #12: Istanbul Asian Side Ferry Station

People like it when things beep
This is an example of the most common cosmic concept.
And this is another goddamn tourist:

Tourism is Terrorism. Note ferry in background, which gives the picture relevance to the topic.
Travel Post #10: Jackie Triste at Garazsfesztival (Dunaujvaros, Hungary)

Getting a good grip is essential for certain performers.
People like Jackie Triste. While he is primarily a conceptual artist, he also makes music. He doesn’t seem particularly concerned with booking shows or releasing material, but because people like what he does, he ends up doing both.
I met Jackie Triste to catch a ride with some other people out to Dunaujvaros for the festival. We were waiting for someone in a band called Rovar17 and also an internet DJ. There was a delay because someone had forgotten their keys across town. Then there was another delay because of general incompetence. Then they stopped answering our calls.
As the restaurant we were waiting in began to close, Jackie, whose actual name is Peter, began to make ultimatums. He’d had enough of these hippies.
“Another ten minutes and if they’re not here I’m not going to play the show.”
Another ten minutes went by. He asked if I was really interested in this thing. I said, well yes…
“OK, another half an hour.”
Another span of time went by, with Peter saying he wasn’t going to play, walking back and forth in the street. Finally, he turned back to me and said
“I should just give up music altogether.”

Jackie Triste Trudging Forward
Of course he didn’t that night, and when we arrived in Dunaujvaros we found the row of garages and the festival. It was something paid for by the government to spread the arts outside of Budapest. The noise garage was far at one end, barely even part of the festival. Right across from it was the metal garage, and there was something of a sonic battle going on all night.
Gorf Freaks Out

I was at an arcade in Portland, Oregon the other day called Ground Kontrol and this game, forgotton among the pinball machines on the second floor, was completely fucking freaking out. After the fairly long game of pinball I played right next to it, I felt like it was trying to communicate with me.
