Explicious III: Shredsa

Unedited, edit pending, from the top of my head. My work on Explicious began in late 2007. I woke one morning to a radio broadcast of Hillary Clinton proclaiming that we should all enjoy our right to free speech. Also, I had just recently watched the film "The Fifth Element" - the Ruby Rhod character played by Chris Tucker inspired me. "EXPLICIOUS" popped into my head.

The concept was to run ads on Craigslist, Backpage and a few print magazines, offering to pay adult females twenty dollars per voice recording. The women would phone in and leave voice messages of their orgasms. None of it was scripted, they were free to do whatever - and some chose to get a bit creative. Over the course of 18 months I recorded three albums. I spent about $4,000 on the recordings and another $4,000 on equipment. Maybe it could have been done better, cheaper, or not at all. I dunno. I am not a musician, It is what it is -- an art project. I was so intrigued by all the angles of this project, there are so many issues to think about here. It seems to stir people, hardly anyone responds as if it were the most boring thing ever. they are either turned on and masturbating (*where lawful*) or freaked out holy fucking shit what the hell do you think you are doing.

This is not meant to be erotic. It is not pornographic, by definition. Perhaps you might consider it obscene, if you do then please turn off your computer immediately. Now. Turn it off.

I have not had success in creating revenue from the project. My backseat cash goal was to figure out a way to offset my out-of-pocket costs to pay the women. But I guess art doesn't work that way, at least for me. Selling shit has to be a foreground goal, way over my head. I am not wealthy, I tend to be Pisces and do whatever the hell I feel like and let the universe just sort it all out. Like I care. You know, like ART. The music has always been free, and I have not determined a way to sell plastic, paper or even intangible bits. I have seen some copy-cat type sites pop up, selling hundreds of downloadable mp3 files, and even on CD, featuring every possible genre of music - whatever your mood. Women cumming all over loop-MIDI shit. Well, maybe it is good, supposedly it is sex-help, I dunno. I have not listened to any of their stuff. ... I have recently heard through the grapevine that someone is doing this on an MTV reality show. I quit watching television about five years ago - it was too much noise for me. It is amazing to live without noise, and honestly as I think back - the only time I ever felt bored as hell was when I was sitting in front of a television. But I'm no hater. If the programming works for you, that's fantastic.

Sour Grapes. Take it and prostitute it, cash baby yah. The only real fun is self-amusement. You and I, we like to play serious chess with our music. We are that 1%. And when the fun is over we chuck it in the trash-can and do something else better.

Some of the music has been used in some video productions, and received favorable critical review. I suppose. A couple of Spanish art magazines wrote some articles about my music. However I do not understand Spanish - some friends mentioned that they were positive reviews. Somebody posted a "fake profile" of me, with my photo, on an artist social networking web site and the fake profile has hundreds of followers, all discussing art things in languages I do not understand. My fake profile person appears to be responding to the follower requests or comments or questions, however I do not understand any of the replies. It suddenly occured to me the magnitude of craziness actual celebrities must deal with on a daily basis. ;-)

I finally gave up, decided um yeah whatever - hey I am from that burn-out generation. At least that's what people slightly older and slightly younger tell me. The "End-Of" generation. I suppose my Grandfather lived through a lot of "Beginning-Of" stuff. My father, well maybe just relatively coasted through technology. But me, and my gang - we are watching the end of a lot of things. The end of newspapers, books, busy signals, technical difficulties, industrialization, this really big long list of end-items that doesn't belong here anyway. Subject of another project.

Please try to pay attention. For your enjoyment, the links to the music are just a few hundred pixels below.