The Devil's Harlot

Just something I threw together to test out my new recording device. So there are some mistakes and no title.

Just a Jotcamp reminder…

Because I still seem to get followers despite posting nothing on this tumblr, I thought I’d post another message about the other blog I’m involved with where I actually do post.

You can find me over at Jotcamp now. I’d appreciate the follow.

Just a reminder,

since I seem to keep getting new followers, I’m not really using this specific blog any more. I’m going to be doing the vast majority of my tumbling at a new tumblr called Jotcamp.

My friend and I have started up a new blog. I’ve been wanting to put more of a concentrated effort into my blog for a while, and I think this is the best way to do it. It would be awesome if you guys would follow it. If you like what I’ve been posting here, it’s going to be more consistent over there, and I’ve set up external hosting to let me seriously get into music blogging instead of being constrained to the one 10MB song a day that Tumblr let’s me post.

Here’s our description/mission statement:

Jotcamp is a pair of art students with some vague principles on media gluttony. We don’t want to just sit back and consume all the tasteful art we come across, so we’ve made this blog to compile and comment on that delicious media to keep our TV, music, and movies habit from becoming a one way conversation.

# internet

# jotcamp

New name for this blog: jotcamp

I’m refocussing the purpose of this blog, and inviting a friend or two to contribute to it. There’ll be a proper update post when the transformation process is done.

The music won’t be going anywhere though.

Edit: It turns out I can’t invite people to this blog exactly, so I had to make a new one.

# jotcamp

When a whale dies, it falls through the ocean slowly, over the course of a day. All the other fish see it fall, like a giant statue, like a building, but slowly, slowly. I focused my attention on the eye; I tried to reach down inside of it, toward the real whale, the dying whale, and I whispered, It’s not your fault.

‘The Shared Patio’ by Miranda July (via serpentskirt)

↵ Originally from serpentskirt

↵ Reblogged from m-memeng

# good girls

invisiblestories:

Mitch Epstein, Gavin Coal Power Plant, Cheshire, Ohio [2003]

I can’t imagine standing under those smoke stacks and then making art out of them. It must be terribly emotional to actually watch the pollution happen right in front of you.

Source: invisiblestories

↵ Originally from invisiblestories

↵ Reblogged from m-memeng

# art