The sounds of science, the tones of touch, 4 square and several sounds ago our fingers clicked the mix in the nick of time. A creation from #laboratory Andre Michelle

You will love this and it will reward your eardrums with sonic sweetness.   ToneMatrix.  

The reason - The Jones don't exist.

Sure they have a fixed place on the horizon, but even through Mr. Furley's binoculars you never get a clear view of them. Their homes cast a skyscrapers shadow, their cars are the futures vision of the future, their flat screens are the walls of the Grand Canyon, their children all Einsteins, Beckhams, and Suries, their everything alllll sooooooo desireable. They are unicorns and Nessies and they they look good when they hit the drive-thru's and super size that shit. We watch them zoom away to lives we wish we had.

It's a tough, brutal cycle. And one we struggle against as smart conscious people. I mean, we know its a bad thing right?

Timeless treasures of art: transcending politics and war, drought and disease, zeitgeists and the du jour dilemma. The work of the master painters has been usurped and exploited, and coveted and loved, and keenly slips without effort into any point in the continuum as a center piece. It fulfills itself as national treasure and is a benchmark for the aspirations of artists worldwide. Its draw is what makes it a piece of the forever important and as source material it has no sibling that rivals it.

That is what makes this video so well done. Just try to watch it a few times and  see what you can identify. I could not go as far to exclaim that this video is timeless, as it is a few minutes off from a good hour, but I would say it gives all the right nods.

An entertaining and cheeky music video for “70 Million”, hit song by Franco-American band, Hold Your Horses!, offers a wink at art history as band members playfully reconstruct famous paintings in an off the wall lyrical interpretation all their own. Produced by L'Ogre.

Welcome to DecAsia. Home to the bones of a good time.

Its a family affair, a string of promises bolted and built with the best of intention. Fantasy and Fun, like building a new fake paradise in the lot paradise is already parked in. I'm sure the vision was of endless joy amidst the jungle, with cotton candy and American hotdogs, but this reality is one of rusted lunacy and a failure to lure the imagination. The coasters and Ferris wheels are always the the spines that break the horizon, like an T-Rex's bones left in a dreamy American nuclear scorch, they are always the last to go. These are the ghost towns of the frivolous, with phantasms feeding on fried carnival fare. A fitting tribute to the decline of western civilization......or the new new Apocalypse ride at 666 Flags.