A G A I N S T | C U R R E N C Y

Winter Wheel approaches…

againstcurrency — Wed, 04 Jan 2012 07:36:47 +0000

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againstcurrency — Mon, 26 Dec 2011 00:03:39 +0000

G H O S T | F L A G S

againstcurrency — Thu, 04 Mar 2010 07:15:53 +0000

I had heard that “they” had hired some hillbilly types to stand guard over this place 24/7 and was reluctant to go find it. But since it was Superbowl Sunday in New Orleans, it seemed likely that everyone would be getting drunk and watching television. On my way out there I had even passed a few churches that had set up rows of white folding chairs facing a large, white projection screen. If you can’t beat ‘em join ‘em.

So no problems creeping past the spooky trailer camps near the gates to this wasteland. The first striking thing was how quiet it was. The wind whistled through the vertebrae of a rusted steel roller coaster. This place has a dramatically different aura in silence, compared to the usual sounds of screams and laughter, dated pop music played through tinny speaker horns, the rumbling of machinery capable of firing human bodies off into space at unnatural speeds, sound effects from electronic displays and vending machines, and crying children being embarrassingly reprimanded by their parents (already put on edge after spending triple the amount they had intended on their family vacation). “That’s it. We’re going home.”

It was refreshingly peaceful place to spend a warm afternoon. Devoid of all sounds, smells, and opportunities to buy, the amusement park becomes an alarmingly surreal environment. Especially one in ruins. Something as simple as a wooden crate or electronic control panel, transferred to a cartoon representation, then re-interpreted back into reality seems perverse as it decays exposed to hurricanes and hot Louisiana sunlight. I thought when cartoon things disintegrate they just crack into thousands of tiny pieces and burst into a perfectly conical mound of dust.

againstcurrency — Fri, 19 Feb 2010 19:37:01 +0000

BATON ROUGE | Krewe de Carlatta

againstcurrency — Thu, 18 Feb 2010 18:27:14 +0000

G H O S T | Y A C H T

againstcurrency — Tue, 09 Feb 2010 21:34:12 +0000

A man, who worked his whole life as a fiberglass casting specialist for a sports car company, built a fiberglass yacht in an empty lot on Louisiana Route 310. In hope of retiring to a care-free life on the open seas, drinking daiquiris and fishing for Marlin, he crafted every curve of the vessel with painstaking precision. Shortly before finishing his life’s work he was shot dead by his own son aboard the ship. His son robbed him of the money he had stashed on board only to be apprehended and sentenced to life imprisonment. They were survived by a wife and mother who was left with the burden of this ship. It is cursed because it will not sell, and it will not sell because it is cursed.

Feel free to call the number on the side and make an offer. Last heard, they were asking in the $200K range but that was years ago. It is outfitted with two large engines in the hull. I could not identify the site of the murder, but I was curious to find an impressive amount of finely-constructed mud wasp nests and a curiously disproportionate number of bath/shower units, a total of 8, within the captain’s quarters. All were plummed and ready for use.

againstcurrency — Wed, 03 Feb 2010 05:08:14 +0000

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againstcurrency — Thu, 28 Jan 2010 08:54:42 +0000

[TIMEGHOST] – Cascades

againstcurrency — Fri, 11 Dec 2009 12:53:21 +0000

Solo Micromoog sent through a series of delays, fed back into the system as control voltage. Signals split up and sent through individual effects and mixed by Mackie. An initial test… more to come… graphic scores…

Recorded in “Real Time” with no overdubs to H4N inside Redrum II, Mars Gas Chamber, December 5th, 2009. Click image for Megaupload link (link was fucked at first, but it’s fixed now).