Terry Riley @ LA Phil

It was quite an experience to see Terry Riley play a collab set with Kronos Quartet, Matmos and Andy Schlessinger. I dont think a lot of people knew what to make of the whole Eureka! experience with all these four artists playing together but we surely had a blast watching people slowly walk out from the music hall.

THE PRESTIGIOUS HOUSE OF VERMONT.

On Saturday, November 27th was the LAST SHOW EVER at The Prestigious House Of Vermont. Magick Orchids played with The Girl With Violent Arms, Melted Cassettes, Voice On Tape, Michael Nhat and Slumber Beast. It was a fun crazy night with dancing and of course, coppers! But hell! A Vermont House show is still a party even if its the LAST PARTY there! Thanks to all our beautiful people there who has been making shit happen and letting us be part of all this...Scotty, Dustin, Josh, Isaac and to everyone else who has lived there and all the amazing bodies, heads and faces that has ever graced the place. Im sure they'll be making lots of shit happen in all the directions they will all take in their lives. Don't quote us on this but we know...yes we do...that the The Vermont House spirit will live on in EVERY house show that will be sprouting out all over Los Angeles in the years to come. So watch out, kiddos! The End of An Era Also Means The Start of A New One!

TOMORROW NIGHT

Something to read by J.G. Ballard

What I believe

I believe in the power of the imagination to remake the world, to release the truth within us, to hold back the night, to transcend death, to charm motorways, to ingratiate ourselves with birds, to enlist the confidences of madmen.

I believe in my own obsessions, in the beauty of the car crash, in the peace of the submerged forest, in the excitements of the deserted holiday beach, in the elegance of automobile graveyards, in the mystery of multi-storey car parks, in the poetry of abandoned hotels.

I believe in the forgotten runways of Wake Island, pointing towards the Pacifics of our imaginations.

I believe in the mysterious beauty of Margaret Thatcher, in the arch of her nostrils and the sheen on her lower lip; in the melancholy of wounded Argentine conscripts; in the haunted smiles of filling station personnel; in my dream of Margaret Thatcher caressed by that young Argentine soldier in a forgotten motel watched by a tubercular filling station attendant.

I believe in the beauty of all women, in the treachery of their imaginations, so close to my heart; in the junction of their disenchanted bodies with the enchanted chromium rails of supermarket counters; in their warm tolerance of my perversions.

I believe in the death of tomorrow, in the exhaustion of time, in our search for a new time within the smiles of auto-route waitresses and the tired eyes of air-traffic controllers at out-of-season airports.

I believe in the genital organs of great men and women, in the body postures of Ronald Reagan, Margaret Thatcher and Princess Di, in the sweet odours emanating from their lips as they regard the cameras of the entire world.

I believe in madness, in the truth of the inexplicable, in the common sense of stones, in the lunacy of flowers, in the disease stored up for the human race by the Apollo astronauts.

I believe in nothing.

I believe in Max Ernst, Delvaux, Dali, Titian, Goya, Leonardo, Vermeer, Chirico, Magritte, Redon, Duerer, Tanguy, the Facteur Cheval, the Watts Towers, Boecklin, Francis Bacon, and all the invisible artists within the psychiatric institutions of the planet.

I believe in the impossibility of existence, in the humour of mountains, in the absurdity of electromagnetism, in the farce of geometry, in the cruelty of arithmetic, in the murderous intent of logic.

I believe in adolescent women, in their corruption by their own leg stances, in the purity of their dishevelled bodies, in the traces of their pudenda left in the bathrooms of shabby motels.

I believe in flight, in the beauty of the wing, and in the beauty of everything that has ever flown, in the stone thrown by a small child that carries with it the wisdom of statesmen and midwives.

I believe in the gentleness of the surgeon's knife, in the limitless geometry of the cinema screen, in the hidden universe within supermarkets, in the loneliness of the sun, in the garrulousness of planets, in the repetitiveness or ourselves, in the inexistence of the universe and the boredom of the atom.

I believe in the light cast by video-recorders in department store windows, in the messianic insights of the radiator grilles of showroom automobiles, in the elegance of the oil stains on the engine nacelles of 747s parked on airport tarmacs.

I believe in the non-existence of the past, in the death of the future, and the infinite possibilities of the present.

I believe in the derangement of the senses: in Rimbaud, William Burroughs, Huysmans, Genet, Celine, Swift, Defoe, Carroll, Coleridge, Kafka.

I believe in the designers of the Pyramids, the Empire State Building, the Berlin Fuehrerbunker, the Wake Island runways.

I believe in the body odours of Princess Di.

I believe in the next five minutes.

I believe in the history of my feet.

I believe in migraines, the boredom of afternoons, the fear of calendars, the treachery of clocks.

I believe in anxiety, psychosis and despair.

I believe in the perversions, in the infatuations with trees, princesses, prime ministers, derelict filling stations (more beautiful than the Taj Mahal), clouds and birds.

I believe in the death of the emotions and the triumph of the imagination.

I believe in Tokyo, Benidorm, La Grande Motte, Wake Island, Eniwetok, Dealey Plaza.

I believe in alcoholism, venereal disease, fever and exhaustion.

I believe in pain.

I believe in despair.

I believe in all children.

I believe in maps, diagrams, codes, chess-games, puzzles, airline timetables, airport indicator signs.

I believe all excuses.

I believe all reasons.

I believe all hallucinations.

I believe all anger.

I believe all mythologies, memories, lies, fantasies, evasions.

I believe in the mystery and melancholy of a hand, in the kindness of trees, in the wisdom of light.

Magick Orchids @ T.O.W.

DOWNLOAD THE SET HERE, KIDDOS!!!

MAGICK THIS FRIDAY

This upcoming Friday, November 6 -we are playing at the closing of this installation art show at T.O.W. in Downton Los Angeles. You should come and check it out and support the space. This is a fundraiser so its $5 to get in. This one is really cool there will be home-brewed beer and live screen-printing and we really suggest you go check it out, especially the big mammoth made entirely from busted tires. magick orchids will be playing first at 9:30ish. Also check out the bathroom mural that Champ did. Coolness!

And they also posted the event at LA RECORD. Yay!

"I FOUND IT" music video

This is a music video for the song that we have on the LOTS O' CRAP #5 Compilation.
This is the Digital Delay Delay Version of that song though. Enjoy!

Magick On Delay: SPD-S Fest @ Betalevel with howardAMB abd Bobb Bruno

Last Night The Magick Vikings Saved My Life.

Great show last night at Que Sera in Long Beach with amazingly great bands: Swing Hailey, Family Tree Analog and Guppies! Though we got home at almost 3AM in the morning it was totally worth every sonic moment.


Anyways, here is a recording of the awesome split set that we did with The Littlest Viking last weekend at The Artshole in UCSB. Recorded by Maxwell Lewis? of The Artshole Collective. We really had so much fun playing this show. Yo will also hear the critical neighbor who was trying to be douche about the music. LISTEN AND ENJOY!

TONIGHT TONIGHT!

TONIGHT, TOMORROW, TODAY, TOGETHER.

Tonight we will be returning to Santa Barbara to play at The Artshole with the badass motherfucking duo of Ruben and Chris otherwise known as The Littlest Viking. Not sure who else is on the bill. Not sure of anything really.

Tomorrow night we are playing at the L'KEG Gallery with our homeslices from Irvine, Tan Dollar and Wonder Wheel and Jean Wilder and Concett 9 -all of which are badass motherfuckers too in their own right.

Happening at the same night at The House of Vermont is also Michael Nhat's record release which also has a great line-up of artists like Halloween Swim Team, Narwhal Party, Voice On Tape, Luna Is Honey, Blue Tape/Red Tape and Redeemer from Chicago. This will be an intense night. There are choices to make and brains to bake.



Now, just imagine how great would it be if all the people that go the The Vermont House met up with all the people that will go to L'KEG halfway through Figueroa and say, 3rd and do a dance battle to a Michael Nhat song stopping all of traffic. All the motorists will all later come out from their cars and join in on the dance battle that ends up becoming a dancefest and it all gets crazy and euphoric and everyone takes off all their clothes and starts fucking each other like wild animals, sweat and spit all over their bodies, then everyone explodes in one big collective earth-shaking orgasm and pass-out then everyone wakes up to a beautiful Sunday morning full of life. Whew!

Washington On A Bike

Magick Orchids @ LUVER.COM

Hey kiddos! Check out Magick Orchids' performance at Frank Moore's Shaman's Den that we did at the beginning
of our Northwest Tour last August. They just archived the performance at the links posted below. Just don't mind it
if we sound like such dorks -we are never good with these interview chu-chus but we always do our best. This was truly
a great experience! We will also be releasing a CD of these recordings with Frank Moore playing piano/vox, before the
end of the year. We are calling it "THE SEA ABOVE AND THE SKY BELOW" with cover art made by Michael Labash
who does a lot of art for Frank. Also if you have time, do check out most of the archived stuff at LUVER. They have
lots of interesting shit that can titillate your senses!



New on Frank Moore's Shaman's Den Archives
http://www.luver.com/underground/shamden.html

Magick Orchids
http://www.myspace.com/magickmagickmagick

Listen to the performance:
http://www.luver.net/podcasts/magickorchids-music.mp3

Listen to the conversation:
http://www.luver.net/podcasts/magickorchids-talk.mp3

Photos:
http://www.luver.com/underground/shamden_photos/magickorchids/index.html