Yearly Archives: 2007

Gyz & Sparta

Gyz La Rivière in Amsterdam, 2002
Yep, Sparta lost yesterday in the Rotterdam-derby against Feyenoord…
But now Feyenoord is on top!

Frida & Feyenoord


ABBA in Rotterdam, 1979
thanks to: Geert Mul

Smurfs Up!

and smurf-a-long

mollige ‘wat’!!?!


Ik heb het ook druk. Daarbovenop heb ik geen tijd. Vermaak u zonodig even hier.
Zie die blog niet over het hoofd, swa!

From Here To Eternity

Haven’t post for a while, cause I am in a very busy period.
But having damn good fun! So here a bit of Giorgio Moroder
for you. The inventor of Tekno Wave.
Get that record and put it on 45 RPM instead of 33 RPM,
and hear what will happen, hehheeeh.

Yes Logo!

Some time ago a guy called Ryutaro Uchiyama from the Japanese Publishing Company BNN (Bug News Network) emailed us to see if we wanted to participate on a logo book he and his company were making. Time passed and just when I had forgotten about the whole thing the mailman yesterday handed me a small parcel. The book (called ‘LOGO A LOT’) turned out great! Not only does it look swell, the participants are ace as well. Designers in there vary from people I had never heard of before creating the finest logos you’ve seen so far, to long time heroes such as Peter Saville, Trevor Jackson, Me Company, Experimental Jetset and 75B. We participated three times. As HuMobisten, Gyz La Rivière and Rufus Ketting, nice going huh?

PS. One thing went slightly wrong though. The ‘Rotown Magic’ (obviously a Rotterdam based foundation) logo wasn’t just designed by the HuMobisten, That actually was a hook-up with Hans Foks, who now runs a graphic / advertising bureau called Vuurrood. Check him out here.



REMF means Rotterdam Electronic Music Festival, which means the sultans, myself and other people will be attending the Acid Mothers Temple show at Worm tonight, it also means we can go dubsteppin’ at WaterFront, or check out Skurge at the Bootleg. All for the cost of one simple ticket. Tomorrow it’s still REMF galore and I am invited to open the Wild Dancers Union party night at the Club Zonder Concessies (AKA Off_Corso Chill) with a wild DJ set. Apart from that a wild line-up of DJs and other performers will be blasting the hell out of that damn basement. Here’s who:
Tony Carlos (UK), Rocco Stiletto (ITA) Kaus Wunderlich (KR/CR) Kosa (KPU) Koen Mooij (SPNS) Bond voor Wilde Dansers (R) Los Ballerinos Licenziosos (Poortugaal) and others will rock 23 to 5! (don’t have a festival passe partout / day ticket? 5 euros at the door!!!)

covering the film front


Do yourself a favor and go see ‘The Assasination of Jesse James by the Coward Robert Ford’. It’s the first time I recognized a film I really liked to be not really well written, which could have easily gone wrong. Instead, it turned out to be a wonderful film, very well shot and starring beautiful performances by some of the best actors in Hollywood like Brad Pitt, Paul Schneider and (an excellent) Sam Rockwell. But the real treat is watching Casey Affleck make it exciting for the super talented Brad Pitt who, in zero moments in this film, was able to slip into auto-pilot mode like I see him do in almost every film he’s in. As if he’s way too comfortable with the parts he’s playing. Not while being Jesse James, kids. Here’s a performance that’ll leave you somewhere in the front of your seat during the entire film. ‘On edge’, is the expression I’m obviously looking for.
When checking the IMDb, Casey Affleck apparently starred in numerous films I had already seen (To Die For, Chasing Amy, American Pie, 200 Cigarettes, The Oceans Classics), but I gotta admit I only first noticed him in Gus van Sant’s masterpiece Gerry. But it’s kind of hard not to spot him in that particular film. If you don’t know why, go see that film and find it out for yourself.

Anyway, back to celluloid homosexuality. Go see ‘The assasination of…’ and find out everything there is to know about the stalky love for Jesse James by one Robert Ford. A kid who’s just so very much into Jesse James that he decides to ‘do him’ (as Beavis and Butthead would put it) since he could never become him. I’m not exactly sure why, but the whole thing made me think of these lyrics:

Neil Young

Aurora Borealis
The icy sky at night
Paddles cut the water
In a long and hurried flight
From the white man to the fields of green
And the homeland we’ve never seen

They killed us in our teepee
And they cut our women down
They might have left some babies
Cryin on the ground
But the firesticks and the wagons come
And the night falls on the setting sun

They massacred the buffalo
Kitty corner from the bank
The taxis run across my feet
And my eyes have turned to blanks
In my little box at the top of the stairs
With my indian rug and a pipe to share

I wish a was a trapper
I would give thousand pelts
To sleep with Pocahontas
And find out how she felt
In the mornin on the fields of green
In the homeland we’ve never seen

And maybe Marlon Brando
Will be there by the fire
We’ll sit and talk of Hollywood
And the good things there for hire
And the astrodome and the first teepee
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me
Marlon Brando, Pocahontas and me

Who’s afraid of Red, White and Blue?


I am working on a new book called ‘Jan Hart’.
I’ll keep you posted on that matter.
It will come out in the beginning of 2008.

photo: Roel van Tour

Television Delivers People (Richard Serra, 1973)

Hier voor jou, ruuf!