Shaun Slaughter and Roderick Mar Carpio's legendary dance party Lipstick has been going for 14 years now. Before the modern "hipster" (whatever that even means) was a thing, before the indie kids unlocked their arms and hips and learned to dance, back in the dark days of mooky rap rock vapid and bubblegum pop, Lipstick emerged as a shining beacon of genre-mixing and cultural omnivorism at a time when those things were hardly in Vogue.
This year, Lipstick celebrated it's 14th birthday at Old Ironsides and these are the special limited-run art posters I designed to commemorate the event. Taking cue from the party's ethos of decade and genre mixing, I wanted to express those different eras and all the smoke and light and disco and narcotic sweep that brews through them. I wanted to make something that I could have done in 1978 with 1978 tools and made the composition from signature artists from each of the eras Lipstick represents: Jarvis Cocker, Grace Jones, Mick and Keith, and James Murphy.
Ranking R.E.M. Album Covers I was inspired by a friend’s Facebook thread about underrated late-period R.E.M. albums to create a ranking of the band’s album covers. Aesthetically. A ranking covering all their studio recordings from 1982 to their breakup in 2011. The ranking doesn’t include compilations or live albums, although I am including Dead Letter Office because … Read More
Summer is (finally) here. Time for fewer clothes, more colorful drinks, and poolside jams. To that end here comes a brilliant new Magic Tape from DJ/producer The Magician. It’s an ace new slate of indie disco and house in a more chill mode and it is going to sound straight up perfect at the beach … Read More
In the summer of 2015, I received an email out of the blue from a production company in Ireland working on a 6-part TV series about “a creative bunch of teenagers who get together to start a band. The group embark on a journey out of their rural town and onto a national stage.” It … Read More
13, Broke, Curious, Bored The moment is indelibly burnt into my memory. Every Sunday morning, I’d pick through the day’s edition of the Omaha World Herald, digging through sooty inserts and box store circulars to more or less fixate on the comics, entertainment section, the ads. What I ultimately was after were the record store flyouts: rows … Read More