





Last weekend was the Manimal Festival in glorious Pioneertown, California, located on the outskirts of Joshua Tree National Park. Performing bands included the wacky Rainbow Arabia, Hebrew chanteurs and my personal favorite Fool’s Gold, and the band of merrymakers known as Edward Sharpe and the Magnetic Zeros, all playing to a crowd of hundreds.
Pioneertown is apparently a fake Wild West town, erected for the purpose of shooting Westerns. Hence the row of old-timey buildings.
The region is also home to the exotic Joshua Tree, a tree that grows nowhere else in the world but here. They are everywhere, and they sort of look like a palm tree that’s been sipping that purple stuff (drank, drank).
The event was primarily a celebration of this new music sensibility that’s sweeping LA. I’m not sure it has a name yet, but it is typified by bands with lots of people in them, many of them bearded, playing happily earnest music with lots of percussion. It’s a movement that’s sure to sweep the nation/world. I recommend looking into it and getting down with it, because it’s pretty fun.
Right before the music kicked off, I walked out in the desert and got slightly (heavily) stoned with the guys from the band Pizza! so there is no video footage to peruse.
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Mimi Leung studied at Central St Martins and the Royal College of Art in London.
Her work has featured in Vice magazine, Dazed and Confused, Time Out (HK), MiLK and The Guardian. In 2008 she was shortlisted in Vice’s Creative 30 Competition and in May 2009 she performed a night of live drawing for Heavy Pencil at the ICA London. The Lürzer Archive lists her as one of 200 Best Illustrators Worldwide. Mimi has exhibited in solo shows in London and Hong Kong, between which she currently shares her work and life.
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I have never had a knife pulled on me, found a burglar in my house in the middle of the night, or even broken a bone in my body. In fact, nothing bad has ever happened to me. Whereas you’d be inclined to think that’s ‘a good thing’, one look at this picture of me on a rollercoaster is enough to convince you otherwise. See, whilst other people know the intense, nauseating pain of breaking a leg, or the bowel-wrenching horror of discovering your house has been broken into I have, hitherto, lived a fairly cosseted life. The most frightening thing that has ever happened to me in my formative years was wearing white swimming shorts on a school trip to the Loire Valley which turned see-through in water. My tolerance level for fear was never tested and so has remained unnaturally low. The result being that I am now, and forever will be, a complete pussy.
You only need to look at the other people in the picture to realize that I wasn’t in such a dangerous situation as I appear. My friend Ben, sitting next to me, is a good bit more ‘streetwise’ – to the point that he probably doesn’t say words like ‘streetwise’. He didn’t even flinch on Saw (I saw the picture and even watched the video). He is so completely lacking in respect for the power of this ride to frighten him that he’s flicking the V’s at it. And the guy in front – although you can’t see his whole outfit, you can see enough to tell he’s wearing a full tracksuit. He’s not going to be a stranger to the old ‘fight or flight’ scenario. Indeed, he’s so used to far more dangerous situations that he’s comfortable enough to cheer away quite happily with both hands in the air. And he was on the front row.
No, I’m afraid my central nervous system is nowhere near as robust as I might want it to be. Hard as I try, I’m now hardwired to become completely terrified at the drop of a hat. Should I ever encounter something that is genuinely truly fatally scary, like being woken up at gunpoint by a leprotic rapist, I can’t even imagine how I might react. I think it could only rank as being so infinitely off my scale of fear that it would in fact turn negative and leave me cool as a cucumber and not the least bit panicked. Either that or I’d just piss my pants.
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Martin Creed was born in Wakefield, England, in 1968, and from 1986-90 attended the Slade School of Art in London. In 1993 his Work No. 81, ‘a one inch cube of masking tape in the middle of every wall in a building’ was installed in the offices of the London firm, Starkmann Ltd, and since then Creed has had eighteen solo exhibitions or projects in Europe and North America and has participated in numerous group exhibitions world wide. He lives and works in London. He won the 2001 Turner Prize with Work No. 227, the lights going on and off. An empty room in which the lights periodically switched on and off. Artist Jacqueline Crofton threw eggs at the walls of the room containing Creed’s work as a protest.Creed won the prize.