1602 Destructure St.

Bio:

Given: I'm not an artist. Art is a verb. This is a logic problem. _____ I art. My art = destructure._______ I destroy. I will not destroy you. Destruction is creative. I will not create you.____________________Everything has structure. From cell membranes to concrete cell walls to the skeleton of a rat on the sidewalk to the skeleton of a bridge soaring skyward and arching gracefully back down; bank to bank._______________________________We live in a crazy world. "The world keeps spinning and my rims still spinning even though the money low we still speanding..."________________ The only way out is up. What goes up must come down. ____________________________ The world as we know it is crashing down around us and they want our children to earn a score of 1602 on state mandated tests which even the teachers taught not to teach to the tests (but fired when they dont) can't pass. __________ I refuse. My refusal is my art.____ My art is my refusal._______________________________Solve for 1602 Destructure St.

Member Since:

January 01, 2009

Members:

1 Mbira, 1 guitdrum, 2 harmonicas, 1 djembe, 1snare, an assortment of objects which clink, clank, thunk, tick and ding, a few vocal chords (haven't counted), 2 hands, 2 feet, 2 lungs, 1 handheld tape recorder.

Influences:

Being left out and growing to love it out here. Also auditory halucinations, DIY punk, the sounds of water, low fashion, My dad's bad jokes, bright colors, Nirvana, studying in Africa, walking here from the '80's over thousands of miles of city streets, the wind, Underground Hip-Hop, being read to at night as a child, bicycles, Tupac, poor spelling ability, Angels, The Beatles, and the awesome power of trees.

Sounds Like:

A campfire. A party. Dawn. A wild ride. Wild rice. Singing to sleep. Singing in the shower. I have to sing or I'll die. I did it myself. The little ball in the paint can. The cat, underfed. ShadowJumping. Rain on a corrugated metal roof after months of drought.

Record Label:

unsigned