Mark Splatter

Vagabond DJ, Artist and Designer

Jan
31
2012

What’s He Building In There?

For the past few years, living between Germany, Austria, Italy, Greece, or on the road, I have had to do a lot of planning, brainstorming, resource-gathering, researching and day-to-day living from scratch, operating off of a zero-to-none familiarity basis with everything from what equipment and materials were called in foreign languages, to international standards differences (can’t we all just go METRIC already?!) and where to find them, how to describe them and the processes either in English, German or Italian, with a smattering of French and Greek thrown in. Discovering the exact product and supplier can be enough if a problem in your native language already, as I’m discovering.
That’s true with professional terms, and day-to-day things like the contents of hygiene (like the time I bought denture adhesive thinking it was toothpaste) and food products, home-repair, legal issues, citizenship and visa issues… One could probably make a career of being an emigration consultant.
What I miss about living in a foreign place is having been forced out of necessity to push these limits on your own. Rarely do people show you how to do it. It’s difficult to comprehend the displacement that this causes to non-natives. Particularly non-natives who have not been placed there with an established direction by either family or career- these are support systems which take care of a lot of that for a person.
Being back in the USA, I see again the way things are spelled out for you. I havent had to think about that in a long time. The way we’re directed into certain paths, and how people fall into inevitable categories. Its easy to get distracted when you’ve been cutting your own path. So for me to create my own business using my skills as both a printer and a story teller/curator, having to have had to take a divergent path in order to build up to where I need to be, I’m wary of what I had escaped from, from living a life making someone else’s money. That is the opposite of where potential resides. However, I’ve gotten as far as I can go with being a free floating drifter, Ive been lucky to have lived a life according to my own rules, without having to distract myself with the burden of routine responsibility. Which has given me a lot of time to think, to learn, and to absorb art, history, culture, words and places. Now what to do with all that lays in front of me like so much raw material. For almost a year now I’ve been tinkering away with the tools ive brought back from my adventures with me, and researching new ones.
Whats important to keep true to, is the will to self-determination.

Jan
15
2012

Splatter Lexicon

Nocando – verb appositive : to confirm in the negative availability for an action or event
Lolocaust – adjective : a LOL which shall never be forgotten, by it’s sheer scape and impact across all levels, having decimated entire populations of austerity
Napocalypse – verb : a dire nap
Zueg – exclamation : indicative of “things”, generally. To express exasperation
Gunch – noun : anything off the street, patterns, textures, things… Could be sticky
Stroy – verb : to build up or replenish

A few words I’d like to co tribute to the vernacular, at least in my own sphere…

Jan
10
2012

At Last To Kiss Amanda

At Last to Kiss Amanda (Dell 4-digit, 0344)At Last to Kiss Amanda by Frank Norris

My rating: 3 of 5 stars

A breeze of a read. Dated and sentimental novel of a playboy type millionaire whose ultimate goal is to mate with his cousin. Aside from the quaint storyline, the characters, development and pace is excellent and maintained interest. Attention to detail was also carefully maintained so this made for a interesting in-flight read, picked up in an Athens bazaar for a half-euro. What was lacking was the sleaze- graphic sex and violence I’ve read in other novels contemporary to this. It does make up for it in intrigue, adultery, suicide and incest. The covers enticing image is appropriately alluring in its PG-13 way.
Published by Dell Paperbacks in it’s last year, it belongs to the classic genre of American “pulp” fiction paperback books. Mass produced dimestore novels that featured airbrushed, highly stylized covers that have become collectors items, catchy titles and published at a fairly high turnover to a audience that could easily stash the book in a pocket at work, school, a subway car (or under the bed) and read quickly for a cheap thrill.



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Jan
07
2012

DJ Splatter #63 – March 2010 Mixtape

#63 – DJ Splatter March 2010 Mixtape (CD063M)

This is a re-post of one of my monthly mixtapes. Most of my recent ones (2011) are unfinished, but I’d like to re-upload all my old mixes. It’s a series of compilations of tracks I’ve been getting into, a compilation of moods, atmospheres, snaps of lyrics or the picture fragment of a moment in time, and just good tracks I’ve been DJing and discovering/rediscovering, all compiled monthly. A cross-section of punk, lounge, vintage, postpunk, and “DEATH DISCO” electropunk and dancerock to fit any locale I DJ at, from cafe to danceclub. Also available at gigs as a handout in Berlin or whatever city I’m in at the moment as a DJ calling card.

Download: Mix (MP3.zip) | COVER ART (.JPG)

1. Bailando (English Version) / Alaska y Los Pegamoides (5:23)
2. Bailando (Version Single) / Alaska y Los Pegamoides (3:47)
3. The Fatal Day / De Press (3:35)
4. At Home He’s A Tourist / Gang Of Four (3:40)
5. Here’s To The Losers / Frank Sinatra (3:07)
6. Blew My Cool / Oblivians (1:55)
7. White Attraction / Joy Disaster (4:54)
8. Strange Little Girl / The Stranglers (2:41)
9. Violet Eyes / My Gold Mask (4:59)
10. Won’t Be Long / The Hives (3:46)
11. Season Of Samhain / Legowelt (4:03)
12. Man Overboard / Blondie (3:20)
13. Hands Around My Throat / Death In Vegas (5:10)
14. She’s Gone / Schleimer K (3:22)
15. La Femme Accident / Orchestral Manouvers In The Dark (6:18)
16. Sliwowitz / Rummelsnuff (3:22)
17. Loneliness / Minimal Man (3:45)
18. No Feelings / Sex Pistols (2:51)
19. Lipstick on the Glass / Maanam (3:04)

The story
Bailando. At this time, I was DJing a few times a week in Berlin and had also gone to Milan and Bucharest for gigs. I was playing mostly indie disco and 80s wave, Like Client and the Knife hit with Siouxsie and New Order. I was making people dance at the Bang Bang Club and the White Trash, and enjoying finding European dance hits from the 80s, from countries like France, Spain, Germany and Italy to name a few. ‘Bailando’ (in two versions nonetheless!) from Alaska y Los Pegamoides being a huge hot across Spain. Spanish tourists and Germans with impeccable taste would always freak out and dance to this track. Just listen to that bass breakdown! Watch the video and it looks like The Lords of the New Church or The Sisters of Mercy looking their black leather lagoon coolest.
Sounds like fun times, but in fact, if it were not for these DJ gigs, I would not have left my bed at all. I was in a deep dark funk, that was anything but groovy. Winter time in Berlin was always cold and grey, but I had started a sort of withdrawl from people after having returned to Berlin after a six month tour, and missing places like Paris, Toronto, Lisbon and Vienna. The room I was living in was full of catpiss, stark and white and far from feeling like my own, after my previous solitary little hole in the wall the year before. Perhaps I had started to feel that Berlin wasnt cutting it for me anymore, stagnant and i ndire need of soemthing new. Some new inspiration. And there was nothing. Every day was a ‘Fatal Day’. This song kept my dancefloors company whenever there was a crowd of black swathed grufftis meandering over the floor. That cold postpunk sound blended right in with a lot of the contemporary “new” wave of postpunk, helping balance out the juxtaposition in time frames, while sticking to my mood like wet toilet paper to a boot heel.
‘At Home He’s A Tourist’ I lifted from the Fall to prop up my position of alienation from home and friends… (where were they?) as well as to punch up the rhythm at the clubs. Getting sick, from too much absorption of reading and movies, and no human interaction. My Anxiety wouldnt let me have any of it. Two steps forwards, six steps back. Small Step for him, big jump for me. Berlin, paradise and party town to millions of tourists, had become a regression. I must have totally “Blew My Cool”.
I knew that somehow, I had to exscape the bright lights, big city, and I couldnt stick around in this town. “It Wont Be Long”. I cant go on and I gotta get gone. Hating what I’d become. With so many songs like this to support a continual feeling of negativity, every lyric became a motto and a battlcry. Particularly when, lacking any support from friends I refused to seek out, these became my advisors.
Having ‘No Feelings’ for anyone, Id already exhausted hope of finding love in Berlin after so many years of the same old thing, anyone I really liked usually repelled me. So I’d turned inwards and had no one to console but myself and these songs a, constant stream of downloaded movies, not to mention Star Trek franchises like Enterprise and a glitchy copy of Sim City.
My Gold Mask was a new discovery that month, a new band from Chicago that had been passed along to me from some DJ friend or another over the net. Although it’s a bit slow song, at the darker, wavier nights it would work well and I got a few inquiries on who this band was, a sort of Black Ice meets Cocteau Twins with a Bats For Lashes treatment.
‘She’s Gone’… She’s always gone. Around then there was no she, anymore. Id fallen out of admiration with everyone. There was no woman. Instead there were ghosts. Ghosts of lovers I’d lost or affairs that never went anywhere, neither could, nor would, underscoring the alienation and lonelieness I was going through. Was I that difficult to get along with? Was I that distasteful? Probably not, but I had convinced myself I was a social leper. Lonelieness was the theme, and I enforced it methodically. By chance, this Minimal Man track came back my way. Every word was another pile of bricks in my wall.
Finally, an instrumental track that didnt give me bad advice. Still, the creeping doom of this slice of John Carpenter worthy minimal chilled me to the bone in the wintery streets of Berlin coming home alone every night in the daybreak. The party over, and me left dutifly behind with my record bag, hood pulled low, the scarf I’d nabbed from the corner of the Bang Bang club one night that still smelt with the perfume of some unknown girl who I imaginend would be just as lonely as I was, a girl who knew how to make herself pretty, but not a glamour doll. She was German, probably a student, with a pale face and short blond hair. If I ever smelled that perfume again, I’d recall that imaginary girl fondly.
There was just me in the subway, in the dark and the cold. Getting increasingly bitter and antisocial… Hands around my throat, or yours?
But little did I know, there was a Strange Little Girl, approaching in the distance. If the inclusion of this track was merely wishful thinking or a premonition, or an afterthought while compiling the entire mix, with that sad, Strange Little thing already in my mind, illuminating me in the inspiration and revelation of her Starlight, that blinding White Attraction. I mustve met her already, because La Femme Accident said some things to me of her. I was still overboard, struggling in a sea of dissatisfaction and apathy.
Lipstick on the Glass was the Bailando of Poland, a European new wave hit that scored extra points with the occasional east-bloc music collectors or poles in the audience, particularly my DJ partner in crime, Jemek Jemovit. Often cometitive about who could get away with playing this track first, although I seem to recall he had the single in his box of 45′s.
Speaking of Polish imports, Sliwowitz was a track from one of Berlin’s local talents at the time, Rummelsnuff. His childlike face, built like a mound of raw granite, sung songs of life the sea, angst and despair with a sort of acceptant somberness, usually fuelled by a heavy dose of this Polish Plum Brandy. Id learned with that to drink primarily whiskey or brandy, straight and neat. Or vodka, in a pickle. But always pure, with interludes of Lime tonic and Mineral Water. How I miss the lime soda that was standard at all the bars in Berlin. I was drinking a lot. I was rarely drunk. and I never paid. I was being paid to drink.
So a toast, by the toastmaster general, old blue eyes. Frank Sinatra, who could make a suicide note into a comedy act. Because at the end of the day, you have to be able to laugh, even when youve been counting curses all night long. Laugh at yourself. Because this misery wont last. Til then , drink your dinner and know, that Frank is smiling down on you.

Jan
01
2012

Wikidonate

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Dec
31
2011

Tarot: VIII Swords

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The latest draw… Is a new one to me. Ive never contemplated the 8 of swords before. Without the predefined explanations, I saw limited resources. 5 swords kept behind her, and no way to reach more, blindfolded and tied. The stream beneath her drying up. The castle behind her – far off in the distance, unreachable; There, but unreachable.

Dec
30
2011

Tarot: II Swords

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In a dream during a fever I saw a card revealed to me. It was a delirium; a waking dream. It’s suit or number was not apparent but it’s meaning was the focus.

I was crossing a long bridge. It was a huge towering construction that crossed a large channel with a slow moving river underneath. More sky than water or horizon was visible, but the sky was textured like old, rusted steel, silvered and bluish grey. The bridge itself was of black and silver wolfs fur. Interspersed through the bridge were patches of black lace and cords of gold.

What this represented was a message. And a goal not yet obtained but underway. The sky in its color and texture gave off a cold, manufactured feeling, but it’s weathering revealed an organic and chaotic, random pattern emerging even in its structured, mass produced uniformity… Something that reveals itself in time. The bridge was my construct, my way over the continuous steady movement of the elements and nature. It took the form, indirectly, of the wolf. The wolf has been a constant theme running for years, since my first days in Italy and the phrase “In bocca al lupo” became a slogan for my adventures. This is my approach, toward bridging the gap between where I am and where I want to be.
The cords of gold probably represent some gilding, the ornamentation and grandeur along the way… Because not all is hunting and lying in wait, crossing the plains to reach the prey. As a reforming hedonist, fasting along the path to the banquet just won’t do. There’s got to be some indulgence along the way, even if it’s taking time to enjoy and find the appreciable traits of the ‘bitter black bread’ of the land. The lace has a feminine, glamorous but also somber element to it. Consider the craftsmanship and detail that goes into a single swatch of fine lace… And it’s ornamental quality. It’s also used as a mourners veil and brings to mind funeral dress.

With the meaning in hand, the suit and position remained undisclosed. I thought for a whole and read a bit about cards and searched for a card that has a wait as its theme and settled on the II of Swords.

A bridge over water from one mountain to the next that takes the zoomorphic form of a wolf. It’s lined with suspension cables of golden thread.
The lace could then manifest itself as the woman in the traditional deck; with a veiled face she offers two swords. she stands in the foreground.

This visualization is one of the first few completed drafts of my own Tarot. I have a clear idea for the sources of the imagery to draw from. Strangely enough it is all Swords in the Minor Arcana. I have been drawing more swords this past few months than pentacles, like I used to. Cups are also coming in but that’s usual. I rarely draw wands.
One of the themes I have been working with is the transition from knight to king, if I could even say I’ve completed the metamorphosis from page to knight. The page represents the innocence and resilience, the adaptability of youth – a sort of wisdom of immaturity. The knight is brash and full of action, often action for actions sake, regardless of the wisdom involved or rationale employed. The king is tempered and matured and rules his subjects and all that is under his command evenly.

Dec
30
2011

No Attachment To Dust

Zengetsu, a Chinese master of the T’ang dynasty, wrote the following advice for his pupils:

Living in the world yet not forming attachments to the dust of the world is the way of a true Zen student.

When witnessing the good action of another encourage yourself to follow his example. Hearing of the mistaken action of another, advise yourself not to emulate it.

Even though alone in a dark room, be as if you were facing a noble guest. Express your feelings, but become no more expressive than your true nature.

Poverty is your treasure. Never exchange it for an easy life.

A person may appear a fool and yet not be one. He may only be guarding his wisdom carefully.

Virtues are the fruit of self-discipline and do not drop from heaven of themselves as does rain or snow.

Modesty is the foundation of all virtues. Let your neighbors discover you before you make yourself known to them.

A noble heart never forces itself forward. Its words are as rare gems, seldom displayed and of great value.

To a sincere student, every day is a fortunate day. Time passes but he never lags behind. Neither glory nor shame can move him.

Censure yourself, never another. Do not discuss right and wrong.

Some things, though right, were considered wrong for generations. Since the value of righteousness may be recognized after centuries, there is no need to crave immediate appreciation.

Live with cause and leave results to the great law of the universe. Pass each day in peaceful contemplation.

Dec
29
2011

Tarot: Lovers (VI)

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The latest drawing. The Lovers (VI) inverted. On the surface this comes as a complicated and difficult card to read, unless you take it for simply face value.

It has been interpreted not only as its most direct meaning of physical and emotional relationship of love and sex, but stripped down to the base of that theme – as a choice that leads to sacrifice for a greater fulfillment. That being a career love, a ideological or spiritual love.

On the Fool’s Journey he comes to a crossroads, where there is a tree bearing fruit, and a tree in bloom. only one was his destination, but now he faces a dilemma, and he must choose between where he was headed and where he’s discovered something new and promising. Normally I prefer the Rider Waite deck for its simplicity with detail and relative secularity, albeit defaulting to Christian motifs when it comes to the divine. The Adam and Eve figures don’t seem to fit unless you consider the snake and the fruit of the tree of knowledge of life and death as the choice offered. Adam and Eve was not a particularly ideal love story, nor did Adam have a choice for Eve. Digging deeper into the meaning if The Lovers more than just superficial sexual union, there’s more to this theme than meets the eye.
Alternate, and earlier decks have displayed a man torn between two women, one a temptress the other a virgin, or a man and woman introduced by a third party, and still further a man and woman under Cupid and his arrow.

The main idea here is that we encounter those things in life that we feel complete us and introduce harmony into our lives. Things like soul mates, the perfect lover, an ideal form of expression, a home or family… The things in which you must forgo all other alternatives and make a choice. This choice is unexpected and mandatory. It does not come announced, and it must be made without preparation, as is often the case. This is not an unwanted choice however. The objective of the decision is one that is driven by unbridled passion and desire. It’s a “sure thing” as far as want is concerned. The crux is that it will require strife, setback and sacrifice to attain it, such as going against your family, friends or other established systems and beliefs.

Elsewhere it’s discussed that the Lovers refers to the garden, or our home from where we, as The Fool, struck out from initially on our journey and the relationships that we form along the way with friends and lovers alike, and these form critical experiences on how we perceive the world, forming our own big picture.

The symbols of The Lovers: again we see the divine (angel) hovering from the clouds above. Some assime that he is sanctioning the union of the paired figures beneath. But if the pair is, as indicated, the biblical Adam and Eve, wouldn’t he be the angel expelling them from the garden? At position number 6 in the Major Arcana, we have surpassed the nurturing maternity of the Empress, and the dominating authority of the Emperor, and the cultural yoke of the Hierophant. None of these are chosen by us. These are our origins. With the Lovers as choice, the Fool now makes his first unaided steps in the world by choosing what he loves, and wants independent from the rules set down by his elders. The young fool is beginning to define his own self and values, how he expresses himself through his choices, activities, environment, and relationships. Thus the angel appearing out of the clouds once again represents a sudden and unavoidable calling or demand, one that cannot be reversed, a home or paradise to which you can never return.

Now take into consideration the brilliant sun, blazing overhead at 12 noon position, illuminating a dawning sky. It is not a ckear blue sky, but a golden bronze, as the sun spills over the dark. This is the height of awakening. When we know, or at least believe we know what we want and are willing to set out after it. Privy to enlightenment we can make an informed choice, rather than flailing in the pitch black or waiting for direction to be harnessed upon us.

Dominating the horizon is a steep, solitary mountain, representing an ordeal ahead. Notice how it stands between the amorants (Lovers). This is the said sacrifice and difficultys to be borne for the choice now to be taken – a burden that’s accepted and well worth the price.

In a side observation, with the Mythic Tarot deck, the Judgement of Paris is used as the theme for The Lovers. Researching that led me to stumble upon the issue of Discordianism. Discordianism is an abstract philosophy, or loosely-termed religion, based on the principle that order and disorder are merely perceptions, perceived through varied cultural and psychological grids. These established grids are interchangeable, inherently or at will. This seems to me to be a complementary viewpoint to Dadaism in practice and theory.

Interpretation

Interpreting my own recent condition through The Lovers, I realize a new path that I have to travel. This is not the first occurrence of this condition. I’ve gone after what I wanted several times, by that I mean uprooting myself and changing locations. But never was it motivated like now for a clear purpose of a trade, a craft to establish. Before its always been more artistic and concerning exploration and adventure, taking what comes along the way. Despite having taken many of the necessary steps to fulfill this direction, I still see myself as hesitating to jump off the edge into commitment.
At the same time there is a relationship issue that weighs heavy on my mind that appears to conflict with this situation. It’s something that can’t be pursued. Is it on ice, or is the door closed? Is it better to stop beating down that door and find something mire aligned with where I am in my own progress?
Something tells me that the difficult choice will be the more rewarding. I’d rather compromise to an equal than compromise my own values. Hungry as ever for new relations and people I still find the door closed as often here as there. Thats something to do with me, not with my environment, or culture and language barriers. I’d like to try and improve it, but not by appeasing people, especially who haven’t deserved it, or demanding attention from where it’s not wanted.
Ultimately, the solution will come along the current path. As soon as I jump the quicker things will accelerate.

Dec
26
2011

Tarot: IX Swords

The Nine of Swords is undeniably a negative draw. It indicates the waking nightmare, of regrets, guilts and a haunted conscience. Nightmares linger into the day, and nights are restless due to dwelling on problems. When the Nine Of Swords appears its not a harbringer of doom, it is a sign of an ongoing problem that is holding you back.

Examine the symbols. In a darkened room (the field of black, indicating tenebration and an unilluminated situation) the figure has risen from a restless sleep or troubling dream, hiding his head in his hands in desperation, ignoring the troubles that are suspended over him like a sword of Damocles. Nine swords, which stand for many trials (swords), are stacked ominously directed against him. Who has put these swords there? The only one who would possibly arrange their swords so meticulously and in such a vulnerable spot is the character himself. For certain, suffering regrets and grief is a self inflicted wound, certainly when it comes to the extent of allowing ourselves to be kept awake at night by it. Next, notice that the quilted bedsheet has the entire suite of the zodiac embroidered into it, offset by budding flowers.

Interpretation

The way I read this card personally, is to put some illumination on to the current situation. I’m still in the dark, and these unknown factors are tormenting me. I haven’t had any trouble sleeping, but it has kept me from enjoying my waking hours. Regrets stack up against me, dangerously. So tightly packed that if one falls everything will certainly come crashing down on top of me. Getting hurt if that should happen will be unavoidable as the blades drop into my bed where I repose. Bed in the privacy of your room is the ultimate sanctuary where one can find peace. When even thats not secure or offers no solace, its a troublesome situation indeed.
Who doesn’t suffer from the fear that they haven’t done enough, or the could’ve done it differently, or that they will do it wrong? Lost some sleep more or less due to anxiety? I recognize this in myself constantly.
This is a reminder not to take things too seriously, and to approach your anxieties in a forward manner. Shed illumination on the fears, ask the questions that need to be asked, and take action. Because rest will not come easy until these issues are solved. Some research into the zodiac could be in order. This is definitely a time of trials, and regrets are hauntimg me inordinatley more at this particular juncture. I am aware of that. Im laying down to a bed full of knives, and walking around in a daze due to poor sleep and this haunting.
On the positive side, I have not been lazy about it. I have been taking actions. I have been bold and forward in pushing progress forward. I have noticed that where I used to dream of being able to achieve certain things, I’m learning how to execute them, all in conjunction with another. There is a master plan in place, and a dream. The obstacles in the way may obscure my way forward, but they are being overcome, if I could just resist indulging looking back.

The Nine of Swords has interaction with the next card I’ll examine thats also been a theme going back some weeks, the Four of Swords.

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