Archive for August, 2008

Tales From The Hamper Pt. 2

Thursday, August 21st, 2008
Dryer Buzzer here, with a meaningful story about laundry. I remember when I wore that shirt That night was something else It still smells like her, she smelled so good I don't remember her name though I remember using that towel I only used it only once It didn't smell very good when I used it I don't think I'll keep it I remember wearing that bathing suit I really liked going to that beach house They still smell like the ocean I don't recall who they belong to I remember putting that in my pocket I never did call her, maybe I should Might be weird if I don't know her name I don't really need more people in my life I remember the last time I did laundry And the dryer buzzer really scared me It was so loud and it really threw me off I don't feel like doing laundry anymore

Another Viewing Pleasure (Live Footage)

Wednesday, August 20th, 2008
This piece is an experiment in the creation of a specific effect. See if you can guess what it is.

Rhyme Thyme

Wednesday, August 20th, 2008
There once was a violinist from Rio who was seduced by a lady named Cleo. When she pulled down her panties, she said, "Please no andantes, I want this allegro con brio."

Monday, August 18th, 2008
Phillip Glass scores Sesame Street, in precise 15 colors order.

Tales From The Hamper Pt. 1

Thursday, August 14th, 2008
Dryer Buzzer here, with some sketches I did of Jamie at a Demo Team show!

Music in Code

Tuesday, August 12th, 2008
Demo Team strings to look forward to. 

Atlas and the Sea

Tuesday, August 12th, 2008
drawn by tiziano

Viewing Pleasure, Part II

Sunday, August 10th, 2008
This next video is a piece compiled by one of DEMO TEAM's very own, Jamie Green. The work is a combination of genetically modified documentary footage and original self portrait material and comes accompanied by the track entitled "Grave Robbers" from 15 COLORS. Please Enjoy.

Something to think about…

Sunday, August 10th, 2008
Fast! Speed! Lightning! "Wait for me! I can keep up, I promise!" "Don't bow down to me. You'll never survive that way." Eon shimmied up the stone stairwell, scraping his bare heels on the rough, cold slate. "And how many times have I told you not to squeal. It's so unbecoming. If you expect to meet the prince, you'll have to find proper wardrobe." Eon's pudgy stomach, visible to all, trembled in a pathetic attempt to hide itself. Like dirty, worn, thick leather, his bulging skin stretched tightly around his waist. He grunted and panted and snarled his way across the ominous wooden drawbridge. "My! And your unsavory breath bears putrid resemblance to the rotting corpse we discovered under the great oak in North Umberland." Eon offers no reply. The grand entrance to Mulligan's castle lay before them. Cold wind shuttered both Kayut, tall and strong, and Eon. "My face hurts from all the breathing." Eon whimpered. "I see no way of convincing His Majesty that our land belongs to us and his land to him." "That is, without completely disrupting his beauty sleep." Tucked within the depth of his highly ornamented uniform vest, Kayut's dagger, wedged in a leather sheath, pressed against his sinewy person. He'll have no choice.

Image Bonanza, Volume I

Friday, August 8th, 2008
A few images from the history books: