Monday, February 23, 2015

Advertising on Beach Sloth



                Today on this old Blog I have a special announcement: I am offering advertising up to whoever is interested. By no means is this going to dramatically change much of anything. After a few years of pouring my heart and scroll into this fine invention I’m ready to take things to the next level. 

                Advertising is in a few forms. Anybody interested in advertising can feel free to contact me at the following address:

                pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com

                I use that address exclusively for anything payment or Beach Sloth business related. That address proved to be infinitely helpful whenever I have sold T-shirts or chapbooks. Anybody can buy either of those things from me still. 

                T-shirts, Buttons, Etc. go here.
                Chapbooks go here.

                I offer a few things for advertising purposes. As the blog is now an increasingly smaller part of what I do I also offer other places to advertise:

                My Twitter
                My Tumblr

                My advertising efforts have already begun prior to this post. Nobody has noticed yet so I figured now would be a great time to take things to the next level. Whoever is interested in advertising through any of my online platforms can do so. Simply email me, let me know what you need, what sort of prices you would be willing to pay, and what kind of advertising you are hoping to do (music, literature, other products, etc.). 

                Thus far my advertising efforts have been pretty successful since they have reinforced rather than taken away from what I have already done. Beach Sloth is a huge passion project for me. I hope to continue doing exactly what I love doing on all platforms. This project has taken on a life of its own. My initial estimate for the length of Beach Sloth was a year, tops, maybe two years. Now it is close to entering its fourth year, hence my desire to try and make this more sustainable for me. 

                Note that I am going to continue this Blog for the indefinite future. There is no specific end in sight for this site. I want to continue doing this with the least amount of interruption possible. I am infinitely thankful for everything everyone has managed to do for me. I have received great support for this project which is why it has continued this long. 

                Whoever is interested in simply donating me money (through the kindness of their heart) can do so via my PayPal account: pleasepaybeachsloth@gmail.com I will continue to blog for you. That is a promise.

Saturday, October 4, 2014

#Urananimal by Nicholas Spence



                #Urananimal demands to be read aloud. Flow moves the piece forward. The reader must surrender themselves to the currents held within every forward slash. Attempts to find patterns are greatly rewarded. Variations on the language give the book a timeless quality. Within the giant rivers of text there are ways to discover the true meaning of these many words. Nicholas Spence opts for extreme speed with his collection. Yet underneath the currents are commonalities that manage to bind the entire piece together.  

                Themes about death, America, and poetry abound throughout the collection. Many times the death is quite literal. Nicholas Spence mentions death or alludes to it multiple times. Repetition of these musings help to give the giant blocks of text a level of consistency. America gets a number of mentions. From the “sun glass wear community college” to references to Tennessee and Dan Rather (some of the few proper nouns to be found in the collection) Nicholas Spence rushes forth with an inordinate amount of energy. 

                Poetry tries to bring the thing together. The few uses of repetition try to mimic a natural rhythm and stand out for their unusual placement. Nearly all of the collection refuses to re-use the same lines. A few moments the poetry rhymes yet these are extremely rare moments. The rhymed poetry does work well when said aloud for it shows off flair. Whenever these rhymed sections appear they reinforce the notion that #Urananimal ought to be spoken and not read. 

                #Urananimal gains enormous power when spoken aloud. Every block of text is perfectly broken up by the forward slash. This usage is important. By letting the forward slashes serve as a pause it gives off the impression that the language is speaking rather than simply being written. With this level of engagement the work has the requirement of needing to be read aloud. 

                Aspects of the poem work with and against the idea of technology. Over the course of the piece there are allusions to the Internet and its ecosystem. The original birthplace of these poems was from a Twitter account of Nicholas Spence’s creation. Even the hashtag in #Urananimal’s title indicates a certain fondness for the medium. It certainly helps that these are tweet-length sections. Yet the entire thing once pieced together becomes something much larger. #Urananimal is an epic poem collection for and by the Internet. If the Dadaists were still around they would be proud to claim #Urananimal as one of their own.  

Thursday, April 17, 2014

Russell Haswell and Pain Jerk - Electroacoustic Sludge Dither Transformation Smear Grind Decomposition nO!se File Exchange Mega Edit



                Russell Haswell puts out sound with startling frequency. Pain Jerk does too. The collaboration between these two was perhaps inevitable. How the two have managed working in the same circles yet never meeting is rather shocking. Each one deals with noise overloads in the world. Additionally what set them apart from the rest of the noise scene are their dedication, devotion, and sense of humor. Being prolific in the noise scene is a requirement at this point in time. 

                Thus far 2014 has been quite kind to Russell Haswell. Recently he put out the “37 Minute Workout” to something akin to critical acclaim. What makes that particular outing work is the insistence on a loopy form of beat generation and strong sense of play. Beach Sloth has given Russell Haswell a lot of listens in the past and expects to do so in the future. Yet the “37 Minute Workout” remains an unusually compelling document of Russell Haswell’s strange sonic musings. 

                Pain Jerk is a much harsher creature. Like Russell Haswell he’s been putting out of a steady stream of releases for years. Multiple times Pain Jerk and Russell Haswell have performed together. Only recently however has Pain Jerk and Russell Haswell been able to come together to create something incredibly odd. 

                Anybody expecting anything normal is bound to be disappointed. Those expecting an academic journey akin to Russell Haswell’s work with Hecker shall also be disappointed. Working closer to a more visceral (read: loud) sound, the album hints at compelling otherworldly territories. From bass to irritating static and generally classifiable noises, the album hopes to be one of those palette cleansers that over-saturated ears desperately need. Editions Mego has done it once again: brought the noise.

Hex by Matthew Bookin



                Relationships make their mark. In a way it is impossible to truly understand those who came before both literally and figuratively. The relationship exists between two people for that period of time. Whatever else happened cannot be changed. A couple is a compact of friendship. Brought together by a something, maybe something tiny, the relationship grows. Poor people go through pain in a relationship. Overall the relationship tries to be simply stunning. However there are moments that become far too hard to ever believe. 

                Everything in a relationship happens for a reason. No two individuals ever fully get along. Conflict is a must for anything meaningful. A person who has an easy life and relationship learns absolutely nothing along the way. The excitement of total and complete failure is incredible. One moment everything is fine, nothing is wrong. Next moment there’s a weird reason for breaking into a crust punk apartment where VHS cassettes are watched out of boredom. Such things are a common part of life.

                Futons typically represent the low part of life. Money is tight. A mattress is too expensive. Yet a futon is pretty good. Individuals have been known to sleep in big piles of their own clothes both washed and unwashed. Hence a futon is a slight improvement from absolute rock bottom. Even worse would be the outright exposure to the elements which tears away at skin, soul, and eventual mind. Relationships can provide a way of avoiding such terrible fates. 

                After the terribleness of the rough part of the relationship the good moments reveal themselves. These can be fleeting glimpses hinting at a better future. Sometimes they do not need to be much at all. By simply introducing individuals into the new world there can be those shared moments where a future can become a bit less bleak. People enjoy paring off because everything is better with another person to guide the way. Even misery loves company and misery is typically fairly miserable. 

                Overall relationships can bring new people together. The old friends become the reliable ones. A trip out to the middle of nowhere can be harrowing. For the darker moments in life hide themselves away at first willing to reveal themselves once it appears to be absolutely necessary. Revelation is ready at all moments. What it waits for is someone to notice, to stare out into the trees to see a beautiful horrid thing. Even the ugliest moments in life there is some beauty.

3 poems by Amy Saul-Zerby



                The way to someone’s heart is through their iPod. Long ago it was food but eating is outdated. Who even eats anymore? Eating is pretty lame compared to all the cool free things that exist. Due to the extreme lack of money among younger generations there is an app that exists to sedate people. Anytime someone is about to fly into a rage they put on Sugar Ray’s hit song ‘Fly’ and begin to feel better. Nostalgia is getting younger every single year. If nostalgia did not grow younger it would not be effective for a large cohort of people too young to remember life without the Wi-Fi and too old to live as children. Hence they are a generation of middle children who slowly are trying to adjust to a future that has yet to be made, with the soundtrack still uncertain. 

                Individuals need soundtracks for their lives. Breaking up means that entire bands are off limits. A song cannot be heard in quite the same way if the song is a reminder of them, an individual no longer in the picture. Similar musical interests hurt that way. Hence when two people date and have absolutely no bands in common they are pretty okay with the breakup. There is no need to redo anything on an iPod or a CD or even the quaint mixtape, assuming there is actual access to a tape deck. Many cars still possess tape decks because cars move faster than their corporate parents. For a car company taste is that new car smell, not an actual tangible feature. 

                Weather changes dramatically. Taste has nothing to do with it. Yet even outside after a rainstorm the air tastes so clean. People try to prepare for the oncoming rain. Deep in their closets are the right outfits for any situation, including situations that happened once and simply cannot allow themselves to be forgotten. Such things are normal. Emotionally there are outfits for everything. By carrying clothes in different ways, arranging them properly, the clothes can create multiple characters within the same individual. This is a rare power bestowed upon clothes as they take the sweat and tears of their masters. Often the clothes try to clash in an attempt to get the user to understand where they are going and when to stop. Normally this clash is rarely paid any mind; in fact the clash rarely gets even a piece of a mind. If someone gets sad enough they do not care what they look like they simply dream of hiding underneath the covers waiting for it all to go away.