Sunday, 22 November 2020

DIVIDE & CONQUER



it's not what I got, that's the issue here
it's what you got and what I want



D I V I D E  &  C O N Q U E R
volume up













music by jim lamarche
from the album ONE LIFE
assembled in photoshop, logic audio & final cut

featuring the roland system 8


read more of Jim's blog posts here 










see the new TWO LIVES album/page here >>>
http://www.jimlamarche.ca/twolives/


see the new THREE LIVES album/page here >>>
http://www.jimlamarche.ca/threelives/


see the TEMPLE REDUX album/page here >>>


listen to the youtube album ONE LIFE  >>>  HERE
(play all)








Saturday, 21 November 2020

SHADOW TRUTHS



there is no turning back
after one lie


20.11.20
flashback

it's cool looking at something I did over a year ago
and being pleasantly surprised

like it means something totally different now
and well, maybe just maybe

still relevant






S H W  T R T H S
volume up - 720p


a final farewell
to 2020
and into a pandemic lockdown again

it sucks being in a red zone
no way in and no way out

no swims
fak









optimized for night vision


a jim lamarche remix
from the album ONE LIFE
assembled in logic audio and final cut

  read more of Jim's blog posts here 


source music: ecepta & azalea












Thursday, 19 November 2020

RUN LOLA RUN



lockdown 2 here
downshifting

it's been a good run
after lockdown 1 (March-June)
obsessed w/my new muse
doing a/v (youtube) remixes/uploading
daily cold swims - total blast - fun
3 albums - done

getting old - fuck
can't run anymore
my swims gone now



U N  L O L A  R U N







fog rolling in again - darker every day
this time - giving me
the shivers

time to rest & reflect
it's going to be a long, cold & lonely winter
in Toronto

goodnight beauties




R U N  L O L A  R U N
volume up














every second of every day
you make a choice, that can change
your life


optimized for night vision




a jim lamarche remix
assembled in photoshop, logic audio & final cut

featuring the Roland System 8














run lola run (1998)
x-filme creative pool
directed by: tom tykwer

source music: guillaume gonzales


 read more of Jim's blog posts here 


listen to the album ONE LIFE  >>>  HERE
(play all)










right
it's this 90's euro-thriller flick I just watched again
soo good

they frikkin' nailed it
I so enjoyed remixing this one
total blast

ok, it was her
she hooked
me in

her face












see the TEMPLE REDUX album/page here >>>



see the ONE LIFE album/page here >>>
http://www.jimlamarche.ca/onelife/


see the new TWO LIVES album/page here >>>
http://www.jimlamarche.ca/twolives/


see the new THREE LIVES album/page here >>>





Sunday, 15 November 2020

THE SUICIDE COLLECTIVE




It’s a ‘what you don’t know won’t hurt you’ game plan
with a good dose of shame and blame 
in a recycled modus operandi
and all designed to
   
divide and conquer 










1986 (Windsor Ontario)

My Dad would have loved Trump.  Stoic, stubborn - ‘knows everything’ kinda guy w/a touch of torment, hatred of women and a penchant for payback.  Sound familiar?  The BIG man who wears an expensive suit, drives a BIG car and has a hot trophy wife (ok, you get it).  


I mean ok (story is), he got right royally fucked over and so now they need to suffer (yawn) … listening still.  It’s frikkin’ brutal.  Rambling about street blacks in Detroit getting what they deserve, (intoxicated at 2pm).  Long pause.  The silence is deafening.  "So Dad, just how is it that they deserve being dominated and oppressed"?  Even longer pause and that recurring look of death.  Yikes!  I'm in trouble now.  I learned everything about the term "bleeding heart liberal"  that day, and then there was no room for discussion (on anything anymore). 


I was 30 and hadn’t seen him in years and honestly?  He didn't have any help (deciphering reality from fantasy). Sad. You see here’s the deal … he feels the world owes HIM something because he was left behind - abandoned, when in fact he blew it and abandoned himself (emotionally/spiritually) long ago, and so it was inevitable.  We had grown apart and his will to live was being compromised.  In disrepair.  He didn’t care (never did), a hint of suicide in the air.  Perhaps even contemplating how much damage he can do first.  I remained distant. I had absolutely no idea what to do ... as lost as he was.  His resentment; my legacy.


My way or the highway.  The one thing I've learned is that 'forcing' change almost always backfires (counter-productive) and that all the money and military might in the world ultimately doesn't make one man (or any one people) any more powerful (or relevant) over another.  Ok maybe in the short term.  We’re here for an instant then gone anyway.  Whatever.  POOF, in a flash and up in smoke we go, six feet under - all over. Here today, gone tomorrow.  More-so now than ever ... compassion, common sense, the ability to reason and critical thinking have all been eclipsed by something much larger … entitlement.


I guess you didn't get the memo.  What’s real is no longer important because everything you see is fake news anyway, so fuck it.  IF we all get blown to smithereens?  At least I will have had the opportunity to make my point.  It's all about the collective.  It's about what's right.  It's about making the necessary sacrifices.












That said, it’s really not that obvious especially to those who don’t want to know.  Right wing thinkers blame us ‘snowflakes’ for stirring up shit and blaming them only they invented the rules, especially in this latest round of debauchery, all reinvented and endorsed by celebrity apprentice, fame and fortune (ah, the American Dream) and all in that familiar adrenalin rush that comes after hearing the words … “you’re fired”.  

All the problems in the world? … always someone else’s fault.  It's magic. The term ‘zero accountability’ comes to mind.  

That said; it’s imperative that we all take a good long look in the mirror from time to time and ask ourselves the most important question … ‘so what’s my part in all of this anyway’? Otherwise we’re just sticking our head in the sand just like they are.  



"I believe in a vision of equality, justice, freedom and multi-racial democracy,
built on the premise that all people are created equal."

Barack Obama







Drain The Swamp - Hiding the Hypocrisy

Who knew that it could be so simple, so easy?  It's a slam-dunk.  It was originally about vowing/promising to take on the 'elite power structure' in Washington (ie. Wall Street, The Clintons/Corporate Lobbyists etc.).  Then it shifted to 'draining the swamp'; away from the power grid and towards removing/deporting those who supposedly threaten our livelihood/freedom (specifically immigrants) and no-one even flinched or questioned the switch.  Tax breaks for the rich (corporations) while gutting health care and essential social programs. A crime of the century con, flawlessly executed and all in plain sight.  

It's chasing brown people out the back door, while crusty old white guys slip through the front (in broad daylight) and clean the living room out.  It's about Kanye West visiting the Oval Office (dozens of reporters) and in an incoherent rant saying "when we make everything in China and not in America, we're cheating our country" while Trump listens, smiles and nods his head.  The Trump Collection (fashion suits, shirts, ties & accessories) are all made in China.  They know he's a sexual predator.  They know he lies.  They know his products are made in China and they know he colluded with the Russians. IT DOESN'T MATTER!  

Fundamentally we all just want to be heard so yeah, we have more in common then we would like to admit.  Some would prefer to look at it; others away from it.  That said, there’s a whole lot of reaction/resentment at the slightest hint of adversity/disagreement (a redundant rigidity if you will) and the rules of debate conveniently shift in favour of the righteous, where moving backwards makes way more sense than moving forward and 'collateral damage'?  Comes with the territory.  It's just easier to point and shoot first, then ask questions later.

And so, a new President (and most powerful man in the world) has turned the world into an episode of Jerry Springer; you know the one where 2 women tear each other to shreds while the crowd cheers on “Jerry, Jerry, Jerry” all laughing and loving the shit-show!  What’s important here is that I get what I need (and you don’t).  That’s what I mean by entitlement.  









Childish actually.  It's like the kid next door wanting to play with your toy (even though you're not) but you don't let him (because it's yours).  Snickering when extending your leg just enough to trip the class idiot walking by in the cafeteria, his lunch tray crashing to the floor. Hilarious.  It’s all about learning how to get away with shit without getting caught.


I’m troubled by all this and yet I’m optimistic.  History has taught me that greed and narcissism is (generally) short-lived and when it gets right down to push & shove vs. humility, humans deliver regardless of what side of the fence you’re on; looking at the big picture.  If someone else is in trouble, our first instinct is to help them regardless of the circumstances and that most of what’s going on is just an act, designed to attract attention.  This is what needs to be remembered first and foremost, what we have in common (what we share). 


That's what makes me not a Liberal or Conservative thinker, but a human being.









They say that 9/10 attempted suicides are just a cry for attention (cry for help) and maybe that’s what all this is about, only the 'powers that be' care even less now.  Cry for help until you're blue in the face - nothing is changing people.   One thing is certain.  Commoners are still being shafted by the elite/wealthy (the owners) in America only in all their blind faith (in voting for Donald Trump), they just jumped out of a frying pan and into the fire.



for G.J. (Jim) LaMarche - 1925-2002










THE SUICIDE COLLECTIVE


a jim lamarche remix
Gateway House Sessions/18
assembled in logic audio and final cut










. . .

Tuesday, 10 November 2020

EDWARD STREET

there was a time when meadow grove
and stream the earth and every common sight
to me did seem apparelled in celestial light

the glory and the freshness of a dream
it is not now as it hath been of yore
turn wheresoe'er I may by night or day
the things which I have seen
I now can see no more

but there's a tree of many, one
a single field which I have looked upon
both of them speak of something that is gone
the pansy at my feet doth the same tale repeat
wither is fled the visionary gleam
where it is now the glory and the dream

William Wordsworth





EDWARD STREET











My grandparents (on my Mom's side), were deaf.
When I was about seven years of age, I learned sign language
out of necessity and curiosity.

My grandfather was an artist/engraver, and was an intelligent 
and creative man who had difficulty dealing with his infliction.
He spent most of his life hospitalized in an institution for the mentally disturbed.

I have fond memories of the many hours that my grandmother and I spent talking
with each other on our hands, at her house at 519 Edward Street in Woodstock. 
This piece was created in Robert and Mona Batho's memory 
and is dedicated to all those who live in the silence.



Edward Street - from the album Night Parachuting
© 1991 Spiral Sky Music, Toronto










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Thursday, 5 November 2020

THE TAKING




Ok.  I'm thinking
there are a lot of things
that aren't working here
time to make changes



T H E  T A K I N G
volume up - 720p














optimized for night vision




a jim lamarche remix
from the album TWO LIVES

assembled in photoshop, logic audio & final cut

featuring the Roland System 8















DIRECTED & PRODUCED BY:
Intuitive Society

CAMERA / CUT:
Monika Vaskorova

CHOREOGRAPHY / PERFORMANCE:
Dasa Horvathova



 read more of Jim's blog posts here 


listen to the album ONE LIFE  >>>  HERE
(play all)















see the TEMPLE REDUX album/page here >>>



see the ONE LIFE album/page here >>>
http://www.jimlamarche.ca/onelife/


see the new TWO LIVES album/page here >>>
http://www.jimlamarche.ca/twolives/


see the new THREE LIVES album/page here >>>





Tuesday, 3 November 2020

US & THEM - a discussion on ideological preferences




A few months ago, I engaged in a discussion with a friend whom I’ve known for years (my age) at the fitness centre where we both swim here in High Park Toronto.  This was our first exchange on the subject of politics and I was surprised to find out he was a hard-line Conservative, Trump loyalist and anti-masker.   Never knew that about him.  Eastern European in descent having lived in Canada most of his adult life, a musician, Dad like me (retired/daughter same age) but having been employed in a ‘real job’ for many many years, having endured some tough times earlier on and carrying a whole lot resentment.






 



Our ideological preference was a discovery for both of us and there was a newfound moment of alertness that eased somewhat as the conversation continued.  The word recoil comes to mind.  That said, I believe we both softened once realizing that a serious conflict wasn’t worth the trouble, nor should it dampen the hundreds of casual disclosures we’ve shared over the years.  Safe to say we have a genuine fondness for each other as fellow humans.  I’m wishfully thinking it’s what years of experience has taught us, both knowing that our intransigence on this topic would likely not waver … appreciating our differences and prepared to incrementally explore them in that moment.  Silence …


“So you’re a Trudeau lover”, he defiantly asked with a peering indignant look … “you think we should have open borders and let anyone in who wants to come here” sensing a tension escalation in his practiced broken english.  His assertion was more a stubborn proclamation this time; not so much a question but more a statement (of fact), like he already had me figured out - one of them.   What I got in that moment was his need to widen the polarity as far as it could go, stretch it tight … his white, my black - his right, my wrong … his freedom - my threat to that freedom; all the crazy crap amplified over the past 4 years.  In this world the light switch is either on or off, light or dark - no greyscale let alone colour.  Conclusive.









“No, I’m not a Trudeau lover just thankful it’s him running the country”, I said.  Now he’s looking even more agitated with a ‘what’s that supposed to mean’ look.  Continuing … “well let's just say that I respect all those who have made this their home, here now”.  Confused silence … “but Jimmy this is not their home” he said, really needing me to get this.  “Yes it is” I calmly reiterated.  “As for open borders, definitely not” I said … “but we need educated newcomers with skills for our economy to survive & compete globally” (thinking go easy).  “Immigration law in Canada is strict and there’s a very real criteria/rules one needs to have to qualify to stay & work and it’s not so simple”.  “Ok” he said, “so then they get here then they bring their whole family here too, when there are ‘real’ Canadians who are unemployed and need help”.  Everything is stretched to the max thinking this is going to be a tough sell, articulating my (obviously flawed) reasoning.  "You see, Canadians often lack the skills/education needed/required for the job, that's why most of the doctors in rural Canada were born in other countries - supply & demand".   Now there's a sense of internal fuming in the silence, continuing.  "Your fruits & vegetables ...  foreigners often do things and go places we 'Canadians' won't do or go to - we need them."


Wrapping my wet suit in my towel and putting it in my gym bag, zipping it up.  Quiet.  His head now shaking almost in disbelief (thinking it just might explode).  Black or white, light or dark - no variation.  The troops are dug in and they’re not going anywhere - pause.  Twenty seconds passing, looking over at him.  “They need to be deported … sent back”, he defiantly remarked.  Extended silence.









Referring to him by his first name ... “Where were you born?”, I asked.  “Lithuania” he earnestly replied.  Contemplating the fallout of where this was going, still risking it … “So maybe you need to be deported too” I said.  His jaw slightly dropped.  Dumbfounded, disgust.  “You’re crazy” his last words to me, walking away.  I’ve seen him a dozen or so times since and it’s almost as if that conversation never happened.  Like we both know not to go there.  


I’m fine with that.