If you’re at all interested in remixing, mashups, copyright, RiP: A Remix Manifesto is a must-see film.  It follows mashup artist Girltalk and goes in depth about the mashup culture.

From ripremix.com:

“Immerse yourself in the energetic, innovative and potentially illegal world of mash-up media with RiP: A remix manifesto. Let web activist Brett Gaylor and musician Greg Gillis, better known as Girl Talk, serve as your digital tour guides on a probing investigation into how culture builds upon culture in the information age.

Biomedical engineer turned live-performance sensation Girl Talk, has received immense commercial and critical success for his mind-blowing sample-based music. Utilizing technical expertise and a ferocious creative streak, Girl Talk repositions popular music to create a wild and edgy dialogue between artists from all genres and eras. But are his practices legal? Do his methods of frenetic appropriation embrace collaboration in its purest sense? Or are they infractions of creative integrity and violations of copyright?

You be the judge by watching RiP: A remix manifesto.”

You can watch it for free at Hulu.com or download it here and pay what you want for it.

The coolest thing about this film is that you can contribute to it, remix it, etc.  For example, they had a times square clip on their website that they got people to remix, and then used it in the film.

Today I love…

1. Flying across the dance floor

2. RM’s magic hat

3. Girltalk with HR

Hi everyone!

I know I’ve been a bad updater lately but 1. I haven’t had a computer and 2. I’ve haven’t been home. NOW I’m back in Sthlm. Lux was awesome btw.

Today I went to see Jenny and Vofflan in their new flat! Vi baked scones which we ate with cream cheese and marmelade. With that we drank a big, delicious and well-foamy  cup of chai latte ! No one seems to understand my love to foam, Jenny is now officially my new-found-foam-soul-mate! The scones were delicious and real easy to make, I’ll see with Jenny if I can let you guys in on the “secret recipe” !

At the moment I am at home, trying to get myself a decent looking header for this blog. As you all can see it’s not really going very well!

GB! <3 T

“Whoever said money can’t buy happiness simply didn’t know where to go shopping.” – Bo Derek

Everything’s so heartbreakingly pretty!

From: http://www.modcloth.com/

You know those quotes that just jump off the page at you when you’re reading… this was it for me this morning:

“The [Israelites'] 40 year journey in the wilderness wasn’t just the long way to the Promised Land; it was the best way for them. The same is true for me. Each obstacle, challenge, disappointment, victory is only the ‘wilderness’ to me. My loving Father is making it a bountiful garden.” ~A note from “Kathy”, Grace In a Recession, Girltalk blog

Hello. I woke up this morning at 5AM for no reason.. again. I’m thinking it could have something to do with sleeping on the couch. I have no blogged in ages.. literally ages. Well things got a bit crazy this summer when Adriana, Nicole, and I moved into anpartment together in Allston. There was much drinking and partying and absolutely no sleep. Had a great time and it was probably the best summer of my life.. thus far. I wish I had blogged about it though. There would have been many funny drunken tales to tell you.. I can’t remember much now.

I went to Bonnarooo Music Festival with Adriana, Nicole and Katie. We drove  down to Tennnesse from Boston. It was a 17 hour drive. We amused ourselves by staring out windows at green pastures of NOTHING and also by singing along extremely loud and absolutely serious to our favorite bands, MGMT, Chairlift, Cold War Kids, Dirty Projectors, Radiohead, ect.. you get the point. Did anyone know that Virginia is the longest state to drive through.. EVER? I felt like we were there for centuries. The south is so different. Some of the people are kind.. but a bit slow and others weren’t too fond of us “Yanks”. We all experienced Sonic for the first time.. and than for the second and third time. It is actually delicious although I’ve recently started to loathe fast food. Anyways, the festival was INCREDIBLE. It was four days of music and camping in a massive field with thousands of people. Everyone living in harmony like a hippy tribe. It made me feel like that is what the world should be like: one big hippy festival with music and love and forests. The enviornment just had the best, most positive vibes. People just having a good time, getting fucked up, and seeing awesome bands perform live. The line up this year was EPIC.  We saw MGMT, SnoopDogg, Chairlift, Phoenix, Passion Pit, Yeasayer, Animal Collective, GirlTalk, SantoGold, Beasie Boys, Paul Oakenfield.. Mhmm at the moment that’s all I can think of.. White Rabbits, Yeah Yeah Yeahs, Kaki King, Dirty Projectors, Nine Inch Nails, Coheed, ect.. but some shows we missed cause they conflicted with others. All the bands we saw did amazing live performances. Caroline Polachek of Chairlift started their set with a cover of SnoopDogg’s Sexual Eruption.. it was super. The night we saw GirlTalk they played at 2:45AM.. and from the front row of “That Tent” the chicks and I popped some E pills (in the spirit of festival fun) while watching them. Gregg of GirlTalk always amps up the crowd super hard and by the third song he was telling people to come on stage. I’m not sure the security was cool with this but me and the ladies hopped the fence and joined the crowd with him on stage. It was a seriously crazy ass moment. The next night we were determined to get front row for MGMT’s 2:45AM set. We waited in “That Tent’ for about 7 hours. We were all feeling rather exhausted from the wait and not sleeping. Other kids had started to show up to over time and we held our spots in front. There wasn’t much going on over there for a while. We engaged ourselves in conversations with strangers: “Where you from?” “Have you ever seen MGMT live before?” The time was getting close and all of us were weary. Me and the girls had noticed that MGMT members Andrew VanWyngarden and Ben Goldwasser were doing a soundcheck on stage.. I took pictures. The crowd quickly caught on to what we were staring at on the stage. By that time the small gathering of people had turned into a sea of “Kids” waiting anxiously for MGMT to take the stage and blow their minds. At 1AM Yeasayer went on. They are a great band and their lead singer has really intense stage presence. I just love their sound. During their set we decided to pop some more E pills (once again in the spirit of festival fun and psychedelia). I started to feel it during their last song.. “Sunrise” I think it was. They thanked the crowd for their support , said “Our friends MGMT are coming on next.” (As if we hadn’t been waiting there for this reason) and than rushed off. Equipment was moved, things were taken out and replaced.. than MGMT was about to take over Bonnaroo. Frontman Andrew Vanwyngarden emerged from the right of the stage bare-chested, wearing a green jacket, black jeans, and a colorful scarf tied around his waste as a belt. He was glowing. His new haircut complimenting him in the spotlight. The roaring sea of fans was so loud you could barely hear VanWyngarden’s soft voice talking through the microphone. They opened with Desstrokk, one of my personal favorites. The E was starting to come over me now. Intense joy and the music flowed through my ears like a river of silk sounds. They than played Future Reflections, 4th Dimensional Transition, and Pieces of what. The mass of people in “That Tent” sang along and totally vibe’d out to the music. Andrew’s soft voice found it’s way through the noise of the masses and he said “This is a song called Dan Tracy from our upcoming album.” Everyone responded quite well to their new sound. I was in a complete MGMT trance. Of Moons, Birds and Monsters. Their light show was trippy and I felt their music deep in my veins. Then they played Weekend Wars and Time To pretend (which is their “hit” so you can imagine the crowd was super super amped and psyched on it). Next was Electric Feel. Probably my favorite song of all time. My heart was pounding to the beat of the song and I had such a feeling of ecstasy flush over my entire body. The break down part, which is my favorite part sounded other worldly and beautifully in sync. I wanted to cry I was so happy… lay off the drugs. As if that wasn’t huge Caroline Polachek of Chairlift took the stage with MGMT sang a cover of “Voices Carry” with Andrew. The sound was incredible. It blew my mind. Caroline’s voice is just so grasping and unique, as is Andrew’s. Together it was pure magic.. really, I’m serious. She left and then they played another new song off their upcoming album called “It’s Working”. I liked this one a lot too.. their new sound is fresh, kind of Beach Boys meets Electric Prunes. After that they played The Youth.. the crowd went equally insane for this one. I would say another one of my favorites, but lets just face it I love every one of their songs whole heartedly. They played the Handshake.. which sounded so crisp. They rocked out for a very long time at the end of the song and everyone was feeling it. After the journey into the psychedelic sounds of Jame’s solo-ing on guitar and Ben jamming on the keys the crowd was eating out of the palm of MGMT’s hands. Andrew said thank you after they finished the song and the band rushed off stage in a flash. I missed them already. Was that really all they were going to play? I questioned and so did the girls. The crowd that was once a cheering MGMT army of Indie Rokkers was now confused and disappointed. I figured that they were trying to make a statement by not playing Kids. That they are growing as a band and want to be recognized for their other songs. MGMT took the stage again and the crowd became enchanted by the MGMT charm again. A feeling of share Andrew joked that they were only kidding and than they quickly began to play another new song called Teen-age Lust. Everyone was really into it. Finally Andrew put his guitar down and Ben emerged from behind his keyboards. I could feel what was coming.. and then the beginning of Kids came on. Everyone went crazy. That went for Andrew and Ben as well. Their energy was high and captivating as they ran around on stage singing. At some point Andrew jumped down off the stage and was singing into the crowd. Sounds of girls screaming could be heard through “Control yourself…” AHHHHH “..take only what you need…” AHHH. Soon Andrew was directly in front of me. I pretty much freaked out. The music, the lights, the gorgeous man singing in my face.. it was all to surreal to comprehend. It was epic. It was… it was.. MGMT. After that energetic performance of Kids they finished with Congratulations, the title track of their upcoming album Congratulations. This one is my favorite. I love the words and I love the sarcastic tone Andrew writes his lyrics with. I’d like to say to them “Congratulations on The Handshake, boys!” The rest of Bonnaroo is a real blurr. We drove 17 hours straight home from TN and it was like coming out of a dream. I was dazed, confused, and exhausted.

Well I am so tired from writing all this stuff.. I’ll post some pictures for you to check out. Next time I’ll tell you about seeing MGMT & SUckers at Prospect Park in Brooklyn and other fun fun fun adventures in New York.

Feel free to suggest any topics that you would like to discuss. I might not listen to you, but it can’t hurt.

GFG

Alright. Let’s be honest. What girl out there doesn’t think about weddings?? I certainly do. I always have.  Anyone who reads this blog will very quickly come to realize that I am a girlie girl. I was thinking about weddings before I even understood what the word marriage meant. However, when I turned 25, things started to change. Instead of simply dreaming about my future wedding, aspects of it started to get very real for me. For one, my parents started talking about “the wedding fund.” I wasn’t even aware there was a wedding fund!!  Moreover, what I can only describe as non-interest in the mundane aspects of wedding planning (insert any financial costs here), became very interesting indeed. I’ve never been a tv junkie either, but suffice it to say that the string of wedding oriented tv shows are much watched by me.  In sum, my future wedding is no longer just a dream, it has become a reality. Interesting thought, considering the fact that I’m not even engaged!! 

To give myself a little credit here (and nothing against you single wedding-obsessed ladies), I am in a serious and long term relationship. We’ve been dating for five years, and we’ve both decided that finishing our professional education is our priority right now. Nonetheless, the reality of a wedding is there in my near future. Only a few years ago, thinking that, nevermind puting it in writing, would have caused me a mini panic attack. As I said before, I’ve been thinking about weddings for a long time, but the face of my prince charming never really mattered. I was more concerned about the dress, the venue, the music, etc. Come on, it’s not like I was seriously contemplating getting married. I’m a woman of the 21st Century. I am training to be a lawyer. I want to travel extensively. I want to enjoy my relationship without the burdens of so-called marital bliss…

All I can say to you now is to repeat that things have changed. My unpleasant little panic attacks still happen when I think of marriage in terms of losing my freedom and life long, leg shackling commitments. But the thing is, I rarely think of marriage in those terms anymore. In fact, they’ve kind of started to appeal to me. Gasp!!!

Maybe that’s growing up, or maybe that’s just the result of being in a happy and loving long term relationship at my age, or maybe I’m just ready. Who knows?? 

On the bright side, I have happily coming to terms with the inevitability of a wedding in my future. Read: I am now well and truly wedding crazy!! While we’re content to delay the actual event for a year or so, I’ve begun to organize all of the information that I’ve gleaned from the tv shows, my wedding experiences, wedding magazines, and everything else wedding.  So lookout for a wedding idea symposium in the near future.

GFG

06-12-2309

On the second day of the festival, I woke up to the cry of the evil magpie, awake at the crack of dawn and willing to share the experience with everyone. I looked up at the already illuminated world with dirty, bloodshot eyes. To my right Leona, still immune to anything audio, was well asleep. To my left Brick was still snoring away, like a shield against any noise that could potentially wake him. I envied his defense as I rolled over and covered my head with the sweatshirt I’d used as a makeshift pillow.

I couldn’t tell if I actually rested over the next two hours, or just tossed and turned myself around one little nap, but I didn’t start getting up until the others did sometime around 9 in the morning. We roused ourselves slowly, eating what we could find appetizing that early in the morning, which wasn’t much more than a PB&J sandwich and a granola bar. We were anxious to meet up with the other group, so we briefly washed up and got on our way to find us a map.

We got our first taste of the strange world around us. Passing by a small pocket of food stands apparently on loan from a carnival, with flashing lights and an iridescent paint jobs, we found ourselves on the paved road we’d used to drive in last night.

“We should probably head that way,” Brick was pointing opposite of the way we came in, the direction everyone else seemed to be traveling in.

“Looks good to me. Do you think that giant question mark will be of any use to us,” I asked, noting the floating white balloon nearby to our right.

“Couldn’t hurt to check,” Brick shrugged as he started to lead the way.

The giant question mark was labeled well enough. There they filled us in on all we needed to know, handing us each a map plate with the abbreviated concert information contained. Before getting back to the road, I used the map to locate the closest water station to fill up with fresh water before searching for my brother’s camp among these thousands of other camps.

“Good morning,” I said spitefully over the phone.

“Oh, hey. What’s up?” my brother simply responded.

“…Not much, where can we find you?”

“Uh, well we’re….you can…if you…well right now…” he continued, unhelpfully.

“Heavens, man! Where are you?” I was past impatient with him and I hadn’t even seen him yet.

“Balloon three. We’re by balloon number three right now, ge-” I cut him off after I heard all I needed to, hanging up the phone and pulling the map out of a cargo pocket to find #3.

The plastic card, loaded with a single program, displayed an aerial view of the 700 acre farm, broken up by a score of streets and avenues. The camping areas were in yellow, themselves each containing a dozen smaller lanes, and the 100 acre event center was in white at the south side of the farm, boasting 5 main stages, several small stages and hundreds of artisans and vendors–according to the info bubble.

The green circle with a “3” in it was located very close to the entrance of Centeroo, marking east-most secton in the first ring radiating from it. We ended up at the far end of the thoroughfare and could see the green balloon tied off somewhere ahead, and even further off, the very tip of the entrance arch visible over the top of the swarming crowd before us.

All three of us, the Martian and both Earthlings, marveled at everything we passed on display. Bags and blankets, with intricate, trippy patterns woven of hemp. Flowing hippie skirts and tie-dye shirts and accessories. Incense and burners of each shape and size, made of wood, stone and ceramic. Of course, there were the pipes and bongs, but most of what we saw looked thin and generic, nothing truly outstanding that called to us to waste our money on. They also sold food of the strangest types, brought in from all sides of the solar system, and all supposedly healthier for you–well, not the funnel cakes.

They definitely appeared to be on something when we found them. In an apparent daze, staring about and confused by their surroundings, was how we spotted them, loitering about a food stand. Rip and Zech were brightly colored, each with curly messes of hair atop their heads, cut by the same barber. Minkus was uncharacteristically bald, and appeared bruised about the eyes and forehead, like he’d been in an accident, or bar fight. He was bobbing up and down, singing back the name of his order to the beat of a nearby band playing when we sauntered up to them through the mud.

“Blue-Berry-Pan-Cakes! Blue-Berry-Pan-Cakes!” he went on in a deep voice, mimicking the bassline.

“What up, motha gorkas?!” I shouted sliding in when they hadn’t noticed me yet.

“Blu-Oh hey, what’s up!?” Minkus said, giving me a hug.

“Hey, man!” Rip was next, throwing an arm around me.

I stepped up to my brother, glaring at him for a second, before hugging the little guy. Well, not so little anymore it seemed, though he was only two years younger than me, it was strange to see he was as big as me now, and had more hair on his face. “Hey bro,” I finally said.

“What’s up, man?” a voice from behind me asked.

I turned to see Eli standing there, apparently having been there the whole time. “Whoa, I didn’t even notice you, man. How are you?” I asked, embarrassed I didn’t see him. He just shrugged.

“Hi guys,” Brick said, clearing his throat from behind everyone.

“Oh right, everyone this is Brick and Leona. They go to school in New Tros, and Brick‘s from Olympus county, he knew Linda,” I said to my old friends, who each nodded in understanding. “Guys, these are Rip, Minkus, Eli; they all went to school with me, Mink goes to school up north now, too. And this fuzzy guy is my brother, Zech.” I felt like I’d introduced everyone well enough.

After Minkus had received his blueberry pancakes, singing the theme song between each bite, we began the short walk to their camp site. Literally just around the corner from where we were standing, it didn’t take long at all for all seven of us to reach the nose of my brother’s supersized SUV. They opened the hatch to reveal a few seats on the tail and also pulled the cooler around for another.

“Sorry, we haven’t had this many people here. We didn’t realize we wouldn’t have enough seats,” Rip said, apologizing for his camp.

“No worries, I think I can fit up inside the hold, are you guys gonna be ok?” I asked my two companions.

“I’ll be fine for now, Leo?” Brick passed the question on.

“Yes, for now. I’ve got a folding seat back at our camp I could bring here. And a lamp for later at night,” she added, not noticing any of the tarps or lanterns you’d see accessorizing the other sites.

“You guys may wanna head back pretty soon and take care of that while it’s still early. It gets kinda hard to go back and forth all the time with this many people here,” Rip advised.

“Yeah, but first things first,” I insisted before anyone started moving.

“Hey, he’s right. You guys haven’t smoked yet right?” Minkus asked, his mouth full of breakfast.

“Oh, right on,” this convinced Brick to get comfortable and he sat down on the cooler, offering the other half to his roommate. Rip began to remove his box of goodies, a strange variation on the multi-pocketed case he usually carried his accoutrements.

“Check this out,” he said to me, removing his brand new teal blue pipe and handing it up to me on the tail.

“Wow, is this a…ah…what the gork? This is amazing, man,” I said, admiring the unnaturally blown glass with shock.

“Look what I got,” my brother chimed in from behind, displaying his bizarrely stretched pipe. I rolled the sturdy thing over in my hands, inspecting it.

“Well done, this one is perfect. I’m really impressed with these guys,” I passed both on to my original companions to appraise them.

“And I got this thing,” Eli said, leaning back from one of the front seats with a small blue chillum in his hand, still loaded with what looked like a ball of resin.

“Wait a sec,” I said, smelling something familiar before even taking the piece out of his hand. “Is this opium in here?”

“Yeah, son!” he said, excitedly snatching it back and removing a lighter to hit it.

“Pipes, opium…” I started

“Midies,” Minkus added, holding up a large bag he’d brought in.

“and Heads” Rip finished, producing a jar of what looked like purple and a bag of something orange, as well as the small baggie of black tar.

“Gork, how did you guys get all this stuff, you’ve only been here a day,” I was understandably impressed.

“We willed it all to us,” Rip explained in a deep, mystical voice as he clutched at an invisible ball of energy at his chest. I laughed a second until I noticed the deadpan expression on everyone else’s face.

“No really, we did. We manifested our desires,” Minkus said, usually skeptic of these sorts of things.

“Wait, really?” I was in disbelief.

“Yeah, it started when I sent Rip to find something for us to do,” he went on, “I was just telling Zech that I’d love to try chasing the dragon, and then bam, he appears again with opium.”

“Then I wished that we had something to smoke out of, besides the little thing I bought my mom,” Rip continued. “Then a glass blower wandered in and sold your bro and I our new pieces.

“Yep, then I wished for some dank, and someone came by to deliver it to us in moments,” Zech said. “Craziest thing ever, man.”

“Does it work with anything?” my mouth was agape as I looked about, marveling at the possibilities.

“Everything we’ve tried so far…here, hold on,” Minkus said, passing a freshly packed bowl to me to start. He stretched his arms for a second as he stood up, flinched his head a few times and cleared his throat before saying, very loudly “Man, I could really use some pussy!”

Everyone held their breaths as they waited to see if it would work. Would a desperately, attractive girl come running out of nowhere? Would a naked hooker fall from the sky? Would a kitty cat appear? After a minute it was apparent nothing would happen.

“Maybe it only works with drugs,” Brick suggested.

“Maybe everyone only gets one wish,” Leona said, looking around to everyone contemplatively nodding to her answer.

“Well, I don’t want to waste a wish, so somebody hand me a lighter,” I said, eyeing a green bowl in front of me.

After we were thoroughly baked, we wend our way through the other camps to find our own. Brick, Leona, Rip and I arrived back at the b-site in near no time, bringing with us a sleeping bag, pillow and jacket more suitable for Earth’s moist climate. We made sure to prepare everything we thought we’d need for the day: sunblock, water, snacks, maps, cigs, and a few umbrellas and ponchos incase the rain made a second appearance tonight. I grabbed my guitar to leave at the other camp and we were back on our way and harassed by the pushers in no time.

“Rolls, rolls, rolls,” some people would say under their breath as they passed. ‘Dust’, ‘Meteor’, and ‘Ultima’ were also whispered in such a way. The most common messages shot out this way were just initials like ‘K’, ‘H’, ‘X’, or “Q”.

“Lucy? Who was looking for Lucy, I found her,” another would say, less subtly. Girl’s names like ‘Molly’, ‘Stella’, or ‘Helen’ were often used, but sometimes over played, so people would start to get creative. ‘Kaleidoscope Eyes’ and ‘Chocolate Covered Shoelaces’ were obscure choices, but not as confusing as ‘8 Medal Olympian’. Eventually, you just assume anyone speaking in your general direction as they pass is trying to sell you something.

“I’ve got acid, 5 bucks a hit,” the most indiscreet of the salesmen would tell you as you walked by them. So forward and honest it was truly surreal, one had to marvel at it. What an amazing place where you can be so straightforward with your clients, and even haggle back with your vendors.

“Cookies. Five dollar cookies,” one kid with a large tuberware said passing by. I could see Rip straighten to attention, his antennae perking up a bit.

“C’mon,” he said back to us with determination as he sped up, tapping the kid on his bare shoulder and inviting him to take a walk down the nearest lane, away from all the prying eyes of the street.

“Alright, how many do you guys need?” he asked, getting his wallet out and opening the lid by rote.

“Uhm, well let’s see,” our Ionian-Davidian representative spoke, for us, turning to count heads real quick. “What if we get a bunch, will you cut a deal?”

“Yeah, just hurry up, what are you thinking, five for twenty? Six for twenty-five?”

“How about eight for thirty?” Leona chimed in real quick. I was already handing Rip 10 from me and another 10 from Brick to add to the pool. The salesman locked eyes with her for a second and then saw Rip handing him 30 dollars.

“Alright, alright,” he said, scooping out eight sugar cookies, benign enough in appearance, and trading them for the cash. “Pleasure doing business, gents. Enjoy,” he said, and returned to the real world.

“Ok, who wants how many?” Rip asked as he took two for himself and offered the other six.

“Oh, I don’t want any yet, thank you,” Leona politely turned it down.

“Really?” Brick asked. “Ok, I’ll take two then, Klay?”

“Yeah, I guess I’ll take two and we can give one to Mink and One to Zech,” I said taking my two and leaving the remaining pair for Rip to pocket. “I could always give my brother one of mine… or half of…naaaah,” I said, deciding to eat both as we hiked back.

I handed Eli the guitar, who graciously snatched it and disappeared for a while to play by himself, somewhere still in earshot. The rest of us discussed the plan for the remainder of the day.

“So what are we taking tonight?” Minkus asked of Representative Gozo, distracted by the act of packing his pipe.

“Hmm. Not sure yet,” he stopped everything to ponder. “I’d like to find E or Molly, maybe even 2CI or B. I think any of those will make this night most enjoyable,” he threw in.

“Well, you guys have fun with that, I think we’re gonna call it a night after Karp,” I said, speaking for the rest of the other camp, looking to them for confirmation to see they already looked ready to pass out.

“Aww, but you’re gonna miss Cedarpleat if you go to sleep. And Shiney Dots,” Rip said.

“Yeah, and GuyChat, dude; so sick,” Minkus added.

“Don’t you at least wanna see Ferrous Fortress,” my brother asked, insisting.

“You know, I’ve supposed to see them in Olympus two times already, I’m sure I’ll have another chance to when I’m less sleepy,” I said, received with a general shrug from the others.

“Hey did you ever finish all those flowers you guys had?” Zech queried. Brick and I looked at each other and shuddered slightly, remembering how close we came to dying that night.

“Yes, I think we’ve still got about an eighth left, I’m sure we didn’t eat anymore than a half each. They’re probably just in the cooler, too, Klay.”

“Do ya…want them?” I asked.

“Yes! What, you don’t?”

“Heavens, no. Please, you’d be doing Brick and I a favor.”

“Hey, can I have some, too?” Minkus asked my brother and I, whoever was in charge of doling it out.

“Yeah, and me too?” Eli wondered, miraculously appearing at sound of a new drug.

“Yes–gorkin’ vultures–you may. But I’m not just getting it for you. Follow me if you want the Flowers of Taurus,” I declared standing as I flipped my yellow scarf dramatically, and turned to lead them away.

“Wait, we’ll have to head to the shows soon,” Rip shouted to stop me.

“Hmm, well what do you suggest?” I asked, stopping mid-step.

“Well I think we were gonna go find some food,” Leona said, looking to Brick who nodded back, hunger behind his eyes.

“I guess I’ll go looking for tonight’s main course while the rest of you are gone then. Rendezvous here at 1500 hours?”

“When?” Zech asked facetiously.

“40 minutes, bro; let’s go.”

And so we split into three different missions, like in some RPG where all your characters separate to go on their own quests somewhere early on–so early you don’t get to choose who you take in each of your new parties. Brick and Leona’s goal seemed easy enough to handle by themselves, and Rip was leveled well enough to make it on his own. I, as the main character, felt like I was just dragging along a few expendable NPCs.

We got to the camp sometime after 2:30, the tent and crawler already hot to the touch from the unrestricted sun. I thumbed the keys in my pocket to open the door and began digging in the cooler for the psychedelic remnants.

“Hey, any of you guys want a beer? They’re still ice cold.” They all asked for one and I handed them out, they’d need something to wash what I removed next. “Behold!”

“Coffee?” Minkus asked.

“Chocolate truffle coffee?” Zech asked, looking more closely at it.

“Shut up,” I began to open the package and dig around the finely ground stuff with my wet fingers. I sighed, wiped my hand off on my pants, and poured half Venusian bean on the ground. I stopped when the baggy fell out.

“Behold,” I said again, retrieving it for them. “It’s up to you guys to decide how much you each get,” I handed the flowers to my brother. I grabbed myself a snack and popped open a beer while I watched them divvy up the larger pieces of heads and stems, then take pinches of the bluish powder at the bottom.

It’s always amusing to see people react to the filthy, mucusy texture when eating them raw. I happen to like it; it reminds me of the taste of sunflower seeds. The two blonde Earthlings grimaced and cringed with each tangy bite, immediately washing it down with a big swig of lager when they couldn’t take it anymore. The dark haired one, face shaded by the brim of his baseball cap, ate it like candy, delighting in the end of the bag when the others didn’t want anymore. We grabbed another round of beers before heading off to join the other parties.

After our rendezvous, we made our way to the event center. The lanes and roads were well established by sandled foot by now, the main streets slick with mud from runoff at all the water stations and cafes, laid over with hay that too had saturated and slipped under foot. Rip had to head back before filing through the security checkpoint into Centeroo, he had to drop off the pure MDMA he’d just bought himself and the others who were staying up late tonight. We entered separately but managed to reunite again at an easy enough landmark, a blue pillar with a hood over top like a mushroom cap that dispensed water.

The first band I saw was Mammal Commune, one of the prime names on the ticket for me. Unfortunately, it was mostly stuff of their new album; more mellow than their typical lineups of the past, and was too relaxing of a show to start my concert off at. Brick and Leona were willing to stick around with me while I waited for them to play something I liked, the other four went to see some other sets and promised to meet back up at the same place to see the next band on the same stage.

This was the ‘Which Stage’, the second main stage of Bonnaroo. The first was called ‘What Stage’, and there were three smaller tents called ‘That’, ‘This’ and ‘The Other’. Then, on top of that, there was a series of smaller, even harder to remember venues, and if you think this explanation is confusing, it’s not any easier when you actually have a map.

We sat on our blanket, amidst dozens of other groups of happy concertgoers similarly seated, surviving only on frozen lemonade treats after the Mammals were over with and we waited for the others to get back in the afternoon sun. A few minutes before The No No Nos were about to go on, Rip and Minkus returned. They had no idea where Zech or Eli were, lost somewhere in the mass of others aimlessly crowding all of the paths.

“It’s fine,” Rip said, packing the pipe he snuck in. “We’re each getting our own versions of Bonnaroo. If your bro’s ever not enjoying himself, he can always leave and go see something else, or even just find us,” he finished, handing it to me. I hit it as the band started, their female lead as hot as ever, seeming to be making love with the very air around her. I would have been content to stay and watch their entire set, no matter how repetitive it would have gotten, but after the first few songs we packed up our spot and began to find our next event.

Rip chose Sinisilver, the spunky Neptunian-Earthling girl who’s gotten real big just over this past year so. She was really fun to watch and had amazing report with the audience. After Eli had met up with us, my original party retreated with me to grab some food somewhere still in earshot of That Tent.

The three of us made it on to Art Blue, the old fellow at What Tent. None of us were particularly fans of his, or really all that familiar with his body of work, but we knew he had been popular since before our parents were our age. It was also amusing to see what kind of a crowd the soul singer drew, until we got too much a taste of an old couple in front of us.

It was just painful to watch one purple guy dancing with an over enthusiastic lady, double fisting two empty beer bottles so he wouldn’t actually have to lay his hands on her. We also tried to keep our eyes off the cellulite wedgie-matic, or the man dancing with another girl that continued to pick it out for her no matter how many times it lodged itself between her cheeks. For a while I wished I had gone to see 3D on the Teli with the others, but I’d already been unsatisfied at one of their shows.

We were so relieved when Art finished his set and the crowd had dispersed. We picked up our stuff and eagerly made our way a little closer to the stage, setting back down where we could see the stage and both of the building sized screens on either side of it. We were joined by someone, Minkus I believe, shortly after the start of the next band.

The Devlish Dudes, long lasting cult icons of rock, hip hop and rap, weren’t doing too bad in their old age. In their lengthy set they managed to play all of my favorites, a truly wholesome lineup they could have easily gone out on. Minkus departed before the end to meet up with the others at the main camp, just before the band began to fall apart. They managed to sabotage one of their most famous songs, but for our sake attempted to get it right instead of giving up.

When they’d given their bows and cleared off, Leona, Brick and I moved up even closer to the stage, but not by much. We still remained far enough back where we could set up and take a rave nap while the next act got ready. It was the main event of Friday evening, the recently reunited Karp, who got back together shortly after the leader’s year of court ordered rehab.

Either he had relapsed or never needed them though, because they still put on a satisfyingly psychedelic performance. During the first song, at every crescendo and turnaround, a wave glowsticks and other illuminated objects erupted into the night sky. The audience was truly participating, small pulses rising consistently at every beat and more swells emerging every couple of measures. The screen showed the band’s incredulous reaction, staring out under the hundreds of bright lights to see the multicolored swarm hovering over the crowd. You could tell they were enjoying this show too.

The crowd’s enthusiasm dwindled reasonably, settling in to enjoy the extended jam sessions that stretched each song to at least 10 minutes. We ached where we stood, our bodies requesting sleep from us as we tried to enjoy the rest of the show. We made it to the end though, a couple grueling but enjoyable hours later. Satiated, we grabbed our belongings one final time and trudged our way back to the camping areas along with the rest of the slow moving crowd.

Just outside of the gates we ran into the others, on their way to take molly and dance their asses off to the evening lineup for another 4 hours.

“Hey Zech, gimmie your keys, I wanna grab something from your truck on the way back,” I said, stopping him for only a second as he shouted back.

“It’s open. The batteries dead so the doors won’t lock. Just don’t lock it or we’re gorked,” he warned, running to catch up with the others.

At his quiet campsite we collected the items we’d left there over the day, sunglasses and hats, our battery powered lantern and the green that Brick had found earlier. I also grabbed my brothers new pipe, since none of us had anything appropriate with us, and they had others to use if they so need to tonight or in the morning. I had a feeling I would likely be its custodian this summer, or at least at just over Bonnaroo, so I tucked it with care into my pocket as if it were my own.

Back at our camp, we immediately climbed into the crawler and sunk into the seats, turning on the AC even though it was night time, just to cut through the layer of humidity stuck to our skin. Brick turned up the music, Leona passed us beers from the back seat, and I packed a bowl at the end of the second day.

“The moment we glorify ourselves, since there is room for one glory only in the universe, we set ourselves up as rivals to the Most High.” — Charles H. Spurgeon, Morning and Evening, p. 458 (taken from www.girltalkhome.com)

Today I love…

1. Listening to Grinnell alumni recount their life experiences…and their ridiculous Grinnell memories

2. Hotel beds–soooooo comfy

3. Girltalk with B, AL, and HR until the wee hours of the morning.

Por Lili H.F.

Seguramente te acuerdas de la protagonista de la telenovela “Lola, érase una vez…”. ¡Claro! Eiza González le daba vida a la famosa Lola, intérprete de la canción que iba algo así como “…cuánto te quiero, cuánto te odio, cuánto te llevo en mis sentidos, si no te olvido es por puro masoquismoooo…” ¿ya te acordaste? Bueno, ahora Eiza (su nuevo nombre artístico oficial) sacará nuevo álbum el próximo 20 de octubre, llamado “Contracorriente” y su primer nuevo sencillo, “Mi destino soy yo”, ya está sonando en la radio. A causa de este nuevo álbum, ya la empiezan a comparar con Miley Cyrus, pues sugieren que está siguiendo sus mismos pasos y sus nuevas rolas son muy del estilo de Miley, (tienen ese toque pop-rock que caracteriza tanto las canciones de la Cyrus). Eiza asegura que este nuevo álbum la mostrará tal y como es y con él dejará atrás la imagen infantil de “Lola”.

Girltalkers, ¡a escuchar a la nueva Eiza y a ver cómo nos sorprende!

Fuente: http://www.digital99.com.mx/nota_completa.php?pagina=/contenidos/publish/99.3_notas_digitales/Eiza_Gonz_lez_anhela_xito_de_Miley_Cyrus.php

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Get ready for a long one.

Alrighty. So I spent most of my day today at Sonic 102.9’s “Sonic Boom” festival at the Northlands parking lot. My brother had shelled out $100+ for VIP tickets for the both of us and we were expecting some pretty exceptional stuff. We boarded the train at around 2 o’clock and head towards the parking lot. Upon arrival, we followed the masses and the music to the entrance. Us VIP’s had our own separate entrance and we were then searched (very briefly albeit, I could have snuck a handful of coke, about 100 hits of E and any other drug you wanted in our backpack) and then we were given our nifty VIP lanyards and wristbands. So far so good right? Wrong.

As soon as we got through the entrance, we saw the VIP ‘area’. It was basically the area roughly the size of a professional basketball court with some concessions for drinks and food. There was a nice grassy area with some benches. We also had a building with actual toilets! And…that was it.

That was all we got for being VIP’s and spending an extra $40 for tickets got us pretty much nothing. Lame. This Sonic Boom festival was definitely lacking in just about every category. I’ve been to the veteraned Vans Warped Tour, and the newly started Virgin Festival, and both of these were miles ahead of Sonic Boom.

At venues like Virgin or Vans, there is a lot of people to do in the downtime between bands. Between each band the crews take between 20 – 40 minutes to set up for the next one. There is usually booths selling random merchandise, vendors, stalls, lots of people just giving away free stuff and getting their company out there. At Sonic Boom, I didn’t even see a single Sonic Boom tent with Sonic 102.9 stuff on it. I didn’t get to meet the DJ’s if I had chosen to do so, and there was NOTHING to do. You just had to sit around and watch people re-arrange the stage. Yee-ha.

The one thing Sonic Boom did have going for it was the bands. Metric, GirlTalk, Billy Talent, Franz Ferdinand and Alexisonfire amongst others were all at this event. But unfortunately not all of them performed that well. We’ll start chronologically.

Girltalk – A single guy with a computer who samples other songs and basically plays them non-stop. I was very weary about this guy, although my brother was quite stoked on him. I have a thing about not liking this new generation of guys with their computers. I feel that anybody can bring a computer on a stage, open up iTunes, and hit play. Big woop. It takes the whole performing out of a performance. But I was pleasantly surprised by Girltalk. He sampled from just about every genre, some of them included: Black Sabbath’s War Pigs, The Red Hot Chili Pepper’s Under The Bridge, Snoop Dogg’s Drop It Like It’s Hot and Jackson Five’s ABC. This had all the emo kids, the metal heads, the hip hoppers, and the punks happy which was pretty cool. The guy who is the main member of Girltalk was pretty entertaining to watch, as he jumped around stage on one foot and proceeded to strip throughout his set. His entourage provided the crowd with toilet paper, confetti and balloons to add to the party atmosphere. I definitely enjoy Girltalk’s performance which felt like a big rave/party. I would recommend putting on Girltalk at any of your parties where you need some kinda music that everyone will like.

Next up was Metric. Now I have heard great things about Metric and I have listened to their newest album and enjoyed what I heard. I had very high expectations for this band, and none of those expectations were met. Emily Haines (the lead singer) was the only person who looked like she was having a moderately good time on stage while the other three members kinda stood there morbidly. The guitar player looks like a cross between Elvis Costello and Matthew Good, but had his sunglasses on the entire time, how rude. They played their hits “Give Me Sympathy” and “Monster Hospital” but by that time I had lost interest and gone to look around. When a band is on stage and they’re look like they’re not enjoying themselves, then the crowd won’t either. Which is what my opinion of their set was.

After Metric came the Franz Ferdinand. The Scottish quartet provided a funky and unique set list to the Sonic Boom experience. They had their flare and interacted well with the crowd. I was impressed how the two guitarists could switch between guitar and keyboards so easily. It was pretty cool. Another of my favourite parts of their set was when all four members started playing a piece of the drum kit. It would have been better if the kit was further towards the front of the stage so everyone could see (Another thing needed by Sonic Boom, big TV screens for the people in the back) but all in all it was fun. One thing that Franz Ferdinand did that no other band of the night did was introduce it’s members. It may be cheesy and over done, but I think it’s something that should just be standard. It gives the audience a little bit more of a personal connection with the band, and allows the members to show off a little. I also thought it was interesting how the band left the stage. As individuals. I have seen bands, like Alexisonfire, enter in this fashion, one at a time, but never leave. The lead singer left first, then the keyboardist left a loop on, and then the bassist, leaving the drummer last.

Now, the main event. For me at least, and probably half of the crowd there, we were all there to see Alexisonfire. I pushed and shoved my way to about 4 rows from the front. And when I say rows, I more or less mean people, squished up against the railing. So it’s more like 4 people crammed into two feet. And then they started. I will post what I recall of a set list after this. As usual, Alexisonfire put on a show that surpassed any by any other band that night. Their energy, musicality, and connection with the crowd are three of the factors that make AOF the great band that they are. Chris Steele, the bassist, is known for his ‘crazy eyes’ as he comes to the edge of the stage and opens his eyes wide and looks at members of the audience. Each member of Alexisonfire is great at such a simple thing. Looking at the audience. I’ve noticed a lot of bands seem to hide behind their microphones and don’t interact. That’s something, as a fan, that makes you love a band, is if they are personal with you. It’s all about connections and the members of Alexis did that tonight. There was one moment when George (the screamer) was speaking to the crowd, about how amazing he is and you shouldn’t mess with him, and out of nowhere a shoe flies on stage, and with Jedi-like reflexes, George sticks out his arm and catches said shoe, furthering his point.  At one point during a song, there was a fight in the most pit, with two guys throwing punches, and again George takes it upon himself to make it personal. He takes a step down off the stage and starts yelling at the guys, “What the fuck are you doing?!” After the song was over, he called out the tough guys and moved on. It’s actions like this that make Alexis stand out for me. It’s interesting to see that they’ve become the seniors on the tour scene as newer bands that are coming up look to them for guidance. And they are, in my opinion, the mould that every band should try to replicate. Each member moves around on stage, they use all 50 feet of their cables and travel to each part of the stage to visit each section of the crowd. They are a band that loves the music, and is passionate about playing, and you can see it in their live show. Another classic Alexisonfire performance, I really hope they continue to make music for a long time to come.

By this time, I was all worn out from being at the front of the pit. Sweaty, sore and tired, I was ready to go home. My brother and his friend, Marie, wanted to stay to watch Billy Talent. I wasn’t expecting much, which was good! Cause Billy Talent was bland. With only 3 albums under their belt, I was wondering what they were going to draw on for material. I had seen them in Calgary when they toured for their II album with Rise Against. And it was very similar to that. They opened with Devil in a Midnight Mass, and it was not til their 4th song that they played something new. Which, could be confused with something old. Billy Talent has found their niche in punk today and they’re staying there. The twangy guitars with that distinct distorted tone and the whiny vocals are expected by the Billy Talent fans. So that’s what they got. Personally, I’m always looking for something new and different with music and a new CD from an old artist, and Billy Talent didn’t deliver. Another band that doesn’t move and hides behind their microphones. The lead singer could be interacting with all sides of the stage when he’s not singing but prefers to hang out close to the drums or the amps. The guitarist and bassist are stuck to 10 feet of guitar cable, so they won’t move remotely close to each other. The band is barely interacting with itself let alone the audience. They like to talk about hockey and how the city in which they are playing in, is so much better than their rival, ie the Oilers are better than the Flames. Whatever. This was the same when I saw them play at the Saddledome and the drummer dawned a Flames jersey. With so few songs to choose from, it was easy to predict which would be next. This was proven when I told my brother that it was either going to be “River Below” or “Try Honesty”, and the next song was the former. Lame. I have to compare Alexisonfire and Billy Talent to Aerosmith and Motley Crue whom I saw a few years ago. Billy Talent and Motley Crue used gimics and fancy lights and such to wow their audience, while the music lacks. However Alexisonfire and Aerosmith only need themselves on stage with their instruments. Their charisma, and passion for music are what make them put on a good show, not lights, fireworks and gimics.

So Sonic-Boom on a whole was a bust, Alexisonfire however was not. And that one performance made up for the whole day. Hope you enjoyed my essay on a concert. Also stay tuned for the Fashion of Sonic Boom on JuST B in the coming days!

Here’s the real set list for Alexisonfire’s show today (Not sure if the order is correct, it’s close though).

1. Drunks, Lovers, Sinners, and Saints
2. No Transitory
3. Boiled Frogs
4. Born and Raised
5. This Could Be Anywhere In The World
6. Young Cardinals
7. Accidents
8. We Are The Sound
9. Water Wings (And Other Poolside Faux Pas)
10. Heading For The Sun
11. Happiness By The Kilowatt

Por Alan Sunderland

¿Se han imaginado qué piensan los niños a la hora de ligar o por qué no se atreven a platicar con la chica que les gustó durante la noche?

Hay muchas dudas que pasan por la cabeza de un niño cuando se quiere ligar.  Sin embargo, muchas veces no tenemos la menor idea de cómo resolverlas. Quizá sea inseguridad, tal vez nervios, a lo mejor creemos que no nos va a hacer caso, muchas veces pensamos que alguien más te la va a ganar y casi siempre esperamos a que alguien más vaya primero. Pero por qué…

Esa es la mentalidad de los niños, sin embargo; también están los atrevidos, los que juegan a las bromas con tal de conquistar a su “presa”, los aventados, los arriesgados, todos aquellos a los que las cachetadas les vienen valiendo y los insultos les dan risa. Total su mentalidad es de que algún día una tendrá que caer.

Pero el 85 % de los hombres generalmente pasan por un proceso de inseguridad antes de tratar de ligar con una chica. Sin embargo, es más fácil cuando se las presentan y aún más fácil cuando la niña es la aventada.

Hoy en día ir de fiesta para muchos refleja el deseo de “relajarse”, “liberarse” y hasta ligar. Sin embargo, muchas veces ir con puros hombres no aplica, e ir de mal tercio mucho menos, sólo que te presenten a alguien.

Pero… ¿cómo puedes o en qué lugares es aconsejable ligar? No hay, ni va a existir una regla que establezca dónde si y dónde no. Pero si hay sugerencia respecto al tema. Por ejemplo es “in” ligar en un café, en una reunioncilla con amigos, en la escuela, hasta en la playa. Es “nefasto” ligar en el antro, según la opinión de las niñas. Pero para los hombres eso no importa, siempre hay una o varias razones muy buenas para ligar, sea el lugar que sea.

Por ejemplo en el café, puedes ligar con la chica de tus sueños, le haces una plática amena, la haces reír y hasta se conocen más a fondo. En una reunioncilla, es más difícil, pero cuando te logras desprender de las amigas de la niña que te gusta y la llevas a dar un paseo o se van a otro lado a platicar, donde nadie los moleste, estás del otro lado. En la escuela es más fácil, porque siempre, por regla general no escrita y como una ley de la vida, siempre hay atracción en el grupo, en el salón clases. El problema es que tú le gustes a la chica que te gusta y a ella no le guste alguien más. Hasta parece trabalenguas pero es más fácil de lo que tú crees.

En los antros o fiestas donde la música predomine es imposible ligar y es de mal gusto. En primer lugar porque no escuchas nada, en segundo lugar porque la niña se va a divertir, “si es una niña bien”, no a ligar y en tercer lugar porque pierde el encanto de que sea algo duradero que a la larga lleve a un noviazgo.

Quizá en este punto de tu lectura, te preguntarás: y cómo se si le gusto o no, o si me está tratando de ligar o no.  Eso no es tan fácil de saber, pero existen algunos detallitos que te van a ayudar a descifrar esa respuesta que siempre cargamos en los hombros y muchas veces, cuando dormimos, nos hace imaginarnos cosas de más.

Le gustas a un niño, si él se pone nervioso cuando lo saludas, si él muestra interés en tus pláticas. En un café, si él es el que toma la iniciativa y te invita al café, independientemente de cuántas veces le hayas dicho que no, él va a seguir insistiendo. En una reunioncilla, si él no te quita la mirada de encima, te saca a bailar,  te hace la plática e incluso, lo más valiente; si se para a lado de ti independientemente que estén las amigas encimosas.  En la escuela es tan simple como ver quién se sienta a lado de ti. Quién te está molestando siempre, o quién cuando le diriges la palabra o lo saludas se sonroja o se pone nervioso o no sabe qué decir, ni qué hacer. Así puedes saber si le gustas y tomar la decisión de actuar , pero eso queda en ti.

… of this kind, mais oui.

Fuente: http://twitter.com/

Por Stephany Allen N.

Seguro últimamente has escuchado que los noticieros o los artistas invitan a la gente a seguirlos en Twitter, pero tú no tienes ni la menor idea de que es eso. Fíjate que Twitter es una red social que tiene como principal objetivo transmitir pequeños mensajes en tiempo real a una gran cantidad de personas. Lo único que haces en esa página es contestar la pregunta “¿Qué estás haciendo? Si, ya sé lo que estás pensando: ¡Que aburrido! ¿Y a mí eso de qué me sirve?

En primer lugar puedes encontrar un foro de expresión padrísimo para poner lo que haces, lo que piensas, las frases más padres de la red o las letras de canciones que más te llegan. Es como escribir algo en tu nick de messenger o en tu wall de Facebook y lo puedes actualizar por medio de la web, de un Blackberry, del Iphone y de una aplicación especial de Facebook.

Lo más cool de este site es que puedes agregar a tus artistas favoritos como Miley Cyrus, Demi Lovato, los Jonas Brothers, Ashley Tisdale, Katy Perry, Taylor Swift, Ashton Kutcher, Selena Gómez o Justin Timberlake y ver lo que están haciendo. Sólo checa que realmente sean ellos y no los miles de imitadores que hay en todas las redes sociales, para ello, en su profile busca la leyenda “verified account”.  Los artistas mexicanos apenas se están poniendo las pilas con este nuevo site, pero ya podemos seguir a gente como Ha-ash, Jesse & Joy, Reik, Belinda, Anahí, María José, Yordi Rosado, Natasha Dupeyron, y los guapos Eddie Villard, y Roger de Disney Channel. Además también puedes agregar revistas, noticieros, periódicos, radiodifusoras y empresas como Ocesa o Apple en donde te enterarás de las noticias y eventos más recientes alrededor del mundo.

Obvio Girl Talk está en todo, así que entra a www.twitter.com y búscanos como GirlTalk_mx. No pierdas más tiempo, acércate a este nuevo site que rápidamente se ha convertido en lo más IN de la web. Acuérdate que ser GEEK ahora es MUY CHIC.

¡OJO! Cuando saques tú cuenta sólo te recomiendo que le pongas seguridad a tu perfil para evitar que gente que nada que ver, te agregue y vea lo que estás haciendo.

Si tienes alguna duda deja un comentario o mándanos un mail a girltalk.mx@gmail.com

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Some work of Brendan Stone prompted a recollection in me about the remix manifesto by Brett Gaylor. In collaboration with others, some quite famous in these circles, the manifesto was put together and reads:

A Remixer’s Manifesto

1. Culture always builds on the past.
2. The past always tries to control the future.
3. Our future is becoming less free.
4. To build free societies you must limit the control of the past.

The rip: remix manifesto site.

This video on the Boing Boing site introduces the basic principles.

Site Links:

Brett’s Open Source Cinema site

Interesting videos on the Open Source Cinema site explaining the movement

Other topic-related sites:

Remix America

Thru-You

And a Girl Talk Rotoscoped video produced by 64 students: