This video’s about want & need & the feeling during a particularly conscious instant: moments of discovery, rise to protest, personal needing, freeing, forgiveness, longing, or ultimate regret. There’s a microscopic sound painful to hear, seeking to hear, could we ever bear listening, were we even physically able to bear to hear. The video’s about an instant or moment, like a particle, an instant of PTSD, a cloudless explosion, a blast, something zoomed in on, the moment an STD’s shared. The main character of the movie (hand & eye) has been whispering their whole life. 🙁 Then the child becomes a teen – in the video, they reach out for connection. 🙂 When grown – in the video, everybody’s generally failing but in these blinding instants, the subject of the video, sitting in sound, can share feelings of liberation/satisfaction. The moment in the video, as in other promotional materials & products has been drawn out for pleasure’s sake.
69 Pits!!!!! A first. Thank You!!!
“In many ways the work of a critic is easy. We risk very little, yet enjoy a position over those who offer up their work and their selves to our judgement. We thrive on negative criticism, which is fun to write and to read. But, the bitter truth we critics must face is that, in the grand scheme of things… the average piece of junk is probably more meaningful than our criticism designating it so. But there are times when a critic truly risks something… and that is in the discovery and defense of the new.
The world is often unkind to new talent, new creations. The new needs friends.
Last night I experienced something new, an extraordinary record from an singularly unexpected source. To say that both the record and its makers have challenged my preconceptions about music, is a gross understatement– they have rocked me to my core.
In the past I have made no secret of my disdain for Clues Collective’s famous motto: “Anyone Can Play Guitar”. But I realize only now do I truly understand what they meant. Not everyone can become a great artist, but a great artist can come from anywhere.
It is difficult to imagine more humble origins than those of the genius now recording at Constellation, who are, in this critic’s opinion, nothing less than the finest Clues in North America.” Pitchfork Media
“Fucking awesome” Bld Brother
“An embarassment of riches“ DWK
“Volcano River flows through it” J.Lay
Clues live on WESX (Honolulu, HI)
Talking about their new record “ClUeS”
Villa Villa Nola Download Records presents of tha utmost ClUeS Record.
Released on Montreal’s Constellation records, ClUeS Record was recorded at the Hotel2Tango earlier this year & released on VVN today, unearthed, boundless forever.
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Friday – Feb 27, 09
Howie & Sons Pizza & Beer Parlor
2430 South Mooney Boulevard
Saturday – Feb 28, 09
155 Fell Street
San Francisco, CA
Sunday – Mar 1, 09
Sam Bonds Garage
407 Blair Boulevard
Monday – Mar 2, 09
115 NW 5th Avenue
Tuesday – Mar 3, 09
The Big Room
508 Legion Way
Wednesday – Mar 4, 09
The Vera Project
corner of Warren Ave N & Republican
Thursday – Mar 5, 09
It was just a year february twenty two thousand and eight i played me last show with beloved kin FUCKIN THINK ABOUT LIFE. the show was at lion club in Montreal,
this show was too insane, a turning point & it became clear to me that not only are TAL a great & golden band but that i’d played all i could, was no longer a shred of use to the group, i had served these brothers all i could, and was meant to, another clue 2. it wasn’t sad just initial incident number 37 that’s led me here to peñíscola with 2 kids i love and a home where i keep all my shit.
i am thankful to matt, martin and graham for my time with them in our band, it was a massive attack, mages seeking a spell. 2day i salute the times brothers, elephants amongst donkeys.