Bob Dylan – IT IN Place

Open to the mic

alex — Thu, 08 Apr 2010 15:15:34 +0000

Rabbit Run from Alex Itin on Vimeo.

now before I forget:

those not busy being born are busy dying.

Fin Again

alex — Sun, 28 Feb 2010 20:48:09 +0000

Fin Again from Alex Itin on Vimeo.

Another mundane epic.

Bitter Sweet

alex — Sun, 12 Apr 2009 20:27:08 +0000

Played this mashup edit along with the original movie last night at Frost. I may play some more with it some more but right now is a sort of fluxus collage.

30

alex — Wed, 08 Apr 2009 03:28:26 +0000

Dave turned thirty, so we had a bar-b-Q at Frost. He sang some of his songs and later we did a fairly beery parody of Like a Rolling Stone.

A Parade of Signs

alex — Wed, 11 Feb 2009 05:26:08 +0000

Sineparade rehearsed last night and Aakash came by Frost Street to collaborate a bit on some stuff for the next event (Sunday Feb. 22 afternoon video screening wine and talk sort of thing). I watched the raw video while listening to bob and waiting for the L and this guy started ranting and I decided to shoot him without knowing what he was saying (I had my I pod up loud). I don’t know what his deal was… some sort of stand up preacher. Some how the video and the music and the mad man all felt meaningful.

Frost Bite That Chicken

alex — Mon, 22 Dec 2008 05:03:19 +0000

Here is the updates from Friday’s Frost Space time lapses mixed with a Mingus song by way of Dylan’s old satellite radio show. Eat that chicken yes! Also some motion graphics made by a student of Golan Levin. The Eater is eating all sorts of heads I made over the years that they got off Flickr. I find this one thematically appropriate to the the first course of Frost Street… Food from the fridge… or whatever it is: Revenge Served Cold? Also a dead white pigeon I saw under the BQE on the way to the studio. Looked like an angel, or a Nationalist Seal….

When I Paint Over My Masterpiece

alex — Thu, 06 Nov 2008 23:29:54 +0000

Took down the Reading Room show on Tuesday. It was the end of something and I carried the whole show in two hands like a Salesman with Samples and got home to see the beginning of something else. Death of a Salesman, Birth of a Nation, etc.

Hanging Myself

alex — Wed, 24 Sep 2008 03:52:25 +0000

Not funny really in this time of Infinite Jests, but maybe it is really exactly how I feel. I mean in the sense of eternal return, or Metampsychosis, or however you spell it and whatever Joyce was talking about…. I’m hanging the show. I feel like a worker… in the Marxist sense of that word: working on the ladders with the back into it. I mean to say that hanging a book is a physical act. I’ve been training for it like a boxer at the gym.. but my fucking thumbs are still weak for the push pins and the map pins and the pins and needles and needles and pins…..feel like a carpenter… feel like Christ crucified… stigmata on my thumb. LOL. music here is some odd Brian Wilson post Smile mid mad period song. Fucking lovely and perfect fit for my raw time lapse. More to come…

Once Upon A Time

alex — Wed, 13 Aug 2008 20:47:52 +0000

Dylan Played Prospect Park in Brooklyn. He sounded pretty good and I enjoyed how he works the key boards these days.

Spent a lot of yesterday watching Renaldo and Clara on You Tube. In the way it uses music and reality and fiction and improv and documentary it feels like online video long before there was such a thing. I’m so glad to have found it after all these years of wondering. I even like how it’s divided up into 53 sections by someone called Kafka 05. Poetry is a virus.