This weekend I was cleaning out my Sanctum Sanctorum (a.k.a. “The Shed” — my workout room and ritual space) and I came across some stuff from Zinefest (either 2010 or 2011, I can’t be sure). Among them was a zine called “Wunderkammer” by Whitney Rainey and this CD by Crunchholdoh.net. I’m pretty sure Whitney did the album cover — her style is pretty distinctive.
Whitney’s zine is thought provoking and well worth a read. Someday, maybe at a future Zinefest, I’ll be able to look her up and discuss the imagery. She seems to have a fascination for patriarchal, presidential figures like Teddy Roosevelt. Based on imagery alone, I suspect she has the same conflicting feelings toward Teddy that I do — admiration for a tough old bird who may have been forward-thinking for his time, but fearful and distrusting of what worship of these figures has become. Like all good art though, everyone who reads it will see something different.
On the way to work this morning I put the CD in the truck stereo and was treated to the existential earwig that is Crunchholdoh (Track 5, Addressing the Homeless is still stuck in my head). I’m not a music critic, and I’m not very hip, but I’ll try to write a review by suggesting titles for this apparently untitled record: Echoes of Atari Mindscapes, Scales of the Infinite City, Metronomes and Thought Museums, Mode: Life-Mirrors. Anyway, with the early morning sun coming in through the truck window, it was pretty magical.
It’s so amazing that people make art that enriches other people’s lives. I don’t even know these people, and yet they made my day.