Natalie Stanchfield

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This is my first ever podcast program. I’m gettin the hang of all this new-fangled technologies. Nice to be DJing (in a way) but I miss the turntables. Staring at your computer screen might be a nice way to spend the weekend, but when it comes to spinning records nothing beats the decks.

But hey, I’m in Japan! And this way everyone can hear my show! Whenever they want!

For those of you who don’t know, I used to have a show called “The Kids are Alright” back in the day on KUCI 88.9 FM in Irvine California. When I moved to SF, the Kids came with me and we rocked on Pirate Cat Radio on 87.9FM. Both stations you can tune to on your iTunes radio, so checkem out! Back at Pirate Cat they tried to get me to understand RSS and podcasts and all that madness but my brain couldn’t soak it all up. Now I am totally WIRED. So the Kids are moving into the 21st century.

This program contains music from

Roy Orbison – Blue Bayou

Television Personalities – 14th Floor

the Flying Saucers – Sukiyaki

the Blood Safari – Zombie

the Red Onions – Truth

Gogogoairheart – Glad to See You

Mice Parade – the Good Red Road

the Slits – I Heard it Through the Grapevine

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...Only a few years later, the lawns are now cluttered with car repair shops, grocery stores and taco stands. New floors have been added, single-family homes have been joined together to house extended families, and many of the beige facades have been repainted in bright colors. Mr. Cruz sees the mix as a richer, more vibrant landscape — a spirited answer to the alienation that many of us associate with conventional American suburbs…

I came across this article about Teddy Cruz, who has some fascinating views on modern architecture and community.

I grew up in Southern California, surrounded by the gated communities Cruz talks about. I lived in an apartment complex for a short time, but it only partially felt like a community, like where the association would sponsor a “Halloween decoration contest” (which we won, yeah!), but I never made friends with the kids in the neighborhood. It is a very different feeling from the kind of community I experience when sitting on my stoop in Hayes Valley, San Francisco, meeting my neighbors’ dogs and kids.
I seriously have a hard time with neighborhood associations and their restrictions regarding the color of your house, where you hang you laundry, etc. Seems awfully stifling, as opposed to the communities where the members are free to transform their space how they want to. Even if they want to keep a bunch of car parts in their front lawn.

Cruz’ designs for new suburban spaces are mentioned, but as the plans have not been approved yet, there are no pictures as of yet. I would be very interested to see how they turn out. His ideas and influences are fascinating and could be very valuable in the future of our communities.

Ayme Frye posted recently about the Navy Underground Tunnels on Okinawa, including a recording she took while in the tunnels. Walking around the tunnels and even outside you couldn’t escape the mindless looped flute music and narration piped through speakers everywhere.

For me, the presentation of the underground tunnels showed a desire to mask or forget the realities of the tragedy. From the soothing music (it sounded like inane versions of martial music actually), to the cheery, polite voice; from the souvenirs assaulting you immediately after you exit, to the euphemistic brochure—it all seemed to be an attempt to distract from the gravity of the place. Almost like a way to distract so one wouldn’t suffer the embarassment of being emotionally touched. All it lacked was a kawaii mascot.

I’m not sure if you could relegate this to the realm of “cultural difference,” as the trip to the Okinawa Prefectural Peace Museum later that day attested to the possibilities of a very powerful and emotional representation of war tragedy. Also contrasted with the Hiroshima Peace Museum, another highly sophisticated museum, I would dare to say that the presentation of the Navy Underground Tunnels has more to do with funding and poor design than any sort of cultural difference. Unless you take the view that the other Peace Museums, because they are more international in scope, take on a more international and less Japanese method of presentation, with multi-media displays, etc. But I would venture to say that the Underground Tunnels was merely a poor imitation of these more sophisticated museums, trying to integrate some level of multi-media with its audio presentation. What they forgot was that the other museums were built from the ground up, so to speak, and need to use these multi-media presentations in order to simulate the effects of war. What they forgot was the inherent power of the tunnels themselves, and by trying to integrate the multi-media aspect they actually succeeded in detracting from the immediacy of them. I found the whole experience to be incredibly alienating.

To go back once again to Nadine Wasserman; at the end of her essay she talks about culture and marketing in the 21st century:

The real and the simulacra are interchangeable. Visitors can see “masterpieces” at the Bellagio Hotel in Las Vegas—the land of simulation—just as easily as they can at the Met. Cultural tourism can lead to Disney’s Epcot or Nike Town just as easily as to a “real” museum; and museums are borrowing tactics from shopping malls and from Disney to learn more about interactivity and visitor services.

This is incredibly apparent when walking through the Peace Museums. The appeal to the senses is so strong, especially at the Okinawa Museum with its nearly life-size recreation of the caves in which Okinawans sought refuge (complete with chilling wind simulation) and the post-war Okinawa street. They pulled out all the stops, practically transporting the viewer back in time.

I have visited many museums documenting the tragedies of war, but those built on actual sites don’t need to rely on Disney methods of interactivity and simulation. The chill is already in the air and the silence is so powerful.

In a previous post there was a discussion about the purpose of art and whether it still reaches for transcendence or is entrenched in the mundane. Nadine Wasserman defends the mundane, offering the argument that art as an expression of everyday things is, in other words, art inseparable from life, a tradition that reaches back into tribal cultures.

She posits that 20th century art has been preoccupied with “the collapse of the boundary between art and life.” And yet in ancient cultures there was no boundary, art was a part of life and every member of the group took part in the arts of making music and decorative art. I find this especially fascinating because in the Japanese language the words used to describe the fine arts, 芸術　or 美術 (geijutsu or bijutsu)、are relatively new to the language, not an inherent part of the culture, having been introduced after the exposure to Western cultures.

Wasserman goes on to talk about the language of art and how it attempts to convey what is completely subjective, “as a form of interpretation of lived experience,” which is something Aaron was touching on in his comment to the previous post. Wasserman points out that the problem with trying to convey a subjective experience in this day and age is that

...communication is complicated further by an ever-expanding global community in which people encounter a multiplicity of cultures, a multiplicity of values…

In many ways, however, marketing has overcome these difficulties through the use of brand recognition (check this link). Of course advertisements aren’t trying to get across any tough or sublime concepts, but perhaps this is our common experience, a way of bridging those gaps of communication and culture.

Much of the art that fascinates me, particularly coming from Japan, embraces the methods of mass-marketing in order to appeal to a broad demographic, whole-heartedly accepting, albeit consciously, the commodification of their images and icons. Artist Takashi Murakami, creates characters with the intention of rivalling the brand recognition of Mickey Mouse.

This is a blatant disregard for the boundaries of art, those entrenched values that uphold that art should be separate from life and society, somehow untouched and transcendent. Wasserman talks about an “optimistic cynicism” that many artists have toward the hyper-realist, media saturated world we live in. This type of art, indistinguishable in its method and use of media from mass-marketing, shows a further breakdown between art and life, reality and illusion.

Ali Farka Toure, a musician from Mali, died today in his sleep.
I was first introduced to his music by poet/musician Avotcja at a poetry reading in San Francisco.  She was telling me about the blues’ roots being drawn from West African dirges and spiritual songs and told me to listen to Toure’s music.  He will live on in our memories and through his amazing music.

I have been wasting away the afternoon reading this collection of anonymous love letters, curated by artist Cindy Loehr. Some are funny, some are heartbreaking, some are way too familiar. Check out my faves: Why Aren’t You Dead Yet?, Chemical Change, My Aorta Hurts, Two Socks Worth, You Are My Antithesis, and Where I Belong...

Wow I have been spending way too much time reading these. Some of them have made me cry even. So prepare to spend a little time. Or maybe you aren’t as emotionally sensitive as me right now and you can just browse at your leisure.

You can submit your own love letters, or letters written to you, or letters you have never sent, and maybe it will be included in an art exhibit or read on the radio!

Today is Ash Wednesday which marks the beginning of Lent. I’m not Catholic, but I started observing Lent in high school as a test of willpower. The first year I gave up donuts. After Lent was over, I didn’t eat donuts as much anymore, so I came to the conclusion that Lent was a good opportunity to rid myself of habits that might not be good for my health. In years since then I have given up coffee, cigarettes, and meat. This year I thought about giving up alcohol, but I’d tried that before one year and I just became cranky and was no fun to be around. So I decided not to put my roommate Ayme through that this year.

Instead, I’ve decided to give up complaining. As of late it has been brought to my attention that I complain…a lot. When your Japanese class dubs you the Monkey Queen (from 文句言う—monkuiu—to complain) because you grumble so much, you might want to do something about it. Hey I’m not complaining here.
I feel that complaining has become a crutch. So I’m giving up the sarcasm from my shtick. We’ll see if I still have anything to talk about…

So if you catch me complaining, gently remind me. If I do slip, I’ve resolved to immediately say something positive about whatever I was bitching about in the first place.

Also I want to make clear that “Gee it’s raining pretty hard, huh?” is NOT complaining per se. If I said, “Gee it’s raining pretty hard. Just typical on the day when I have to run all my errands…” THAT’S complaining.

So look forward to a sunnier, perkier, probably quieter Natalie. But just wait, Lent ends right as portfolio week begins!