last night a dj did not save my life.

nor did a little dancer come dancing to my door.

last night, she certainly did not say ‘oh baby, i feel so down…’

because that, that is what i said when i heard that susan philipsz – a greasy little bag of pipes who insists on adding extra unnecessary letters to her name, in these tough economic times™ does she have no idea the value of a z (it’s 10 by the way) – won the 2010 turner prize at tate britain.

this annoys me as for the last  while i have been working with ambisonics and looking into surround sound and 3d sound etc and had read a small piece about a former turner prize winner in the metro…

oooooh, it’s a good paper

with both of these in my mind, contemporary art and three dimensional sound, i was trying to piece them together and conjure up a way to use 3d sound as an art installation and after a bit of reading up on it, there had never been a turner prize winner who used audio as their entry. now i’m not implying that i would be first in line for any prize of any sorts, though my mammy does say i’m the best, but it was something i would like to look into a bit more and perhaps roll into action next year. though i only have one full idea right now, not quite enough to fulfill an entire exhibition. or is it…

so congratulations to susan philipsz, who sang her way to victory last night despite screaming art students protesting about how much they have to pay for pva glue, well done.

you win.

fucking art students.

f*ckity bye