t.c.h.u.k. = Toten Crackhuren im Kofferraum
(which translates to "dead crack whores in the trunk") -heard these guys on the radio a few weeks back with a song called "Ich und mein Pony" ... pretttty goood.
berlin bands musik german gruppe deutsch

post google is ... hooked...
lost stills:
 
 

material worth: the worth of materials
a few weeks ago... on NPR they were talking with the author of a book called "Mint Condition: How Baseball Cards Became an American Obsession". When I looked it up online SLATE.com notes: "How come that Frank Thomas rookie card you stowed away in 1990 is now worth less than a Happy Meal? Chalk it up to the baseball card bubble of the late 1980s and early 1990s."
So brutal but so true.
I, too, thought that one day I might excavate my entire baseball collection adn retire on the mad profits reeped when it was sold at auction. The Mickey Mantle I found it my grandparent's basement might be work a damn but the rest of it might just as well be used as really cool wallpaper.
But in my mind it also begs the question: How long is it before art also goes the way of the beanie baby?
Towards the end of this century when we are fighting over clean drinking water or struggling to figure out how to keep reproducing or are simply running around like Mad Max savages and the weather is beating out livelihoods to shreds who is gonna give a flying frak about art (or its supposed worth) anymore?

a wake for artwork and look at all my angry tweets.
DISCLAIMER: After living in Berlin I have started to feel that by nailing art to the walls of a white room you are acknowledging the fact that it has been kacked out of the creative process which brought it about.../ stillborn, the art exhibit/opening is a wake for the end-point of the potential and energy which created the work. I am less and less interested in these stillborn works adn the business built around them- none of which has anything to do with "art" - and more and more interested in the energy which creates them.
Annnnyhow... enough ranting...
Point of this post is: I saw Damien Hirst quoted on the Berliner Fenster tv-news b.s. thing in the train this monring, ooh how it brewed those angry little passive aggressive tweets in me, so much so that I was compelled to post three times in sucession:
A. which probably means we passed the high water mark & on our way down
damien hirst quoted in the paper as saying the BERLIN ART SCENE ROCKS -
B.thanks again captain obvious.
C. meaning: it generally has fewer dickheads with money such as himself

this is in reference to the long night I accidentally got lost in 15 gazillion openings on Heidestrasse on Apreil 30th-ish, one of which apparently (which I missed) was Haunch of Venison
Damien Hirst & Michael Joo
Have You Ever Really
Looked At The Sun?