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I finished reading Cometbus #59 recently, titled Post-Mortem. It's a kind of anthropological survey of some leading "institutions" of the underground in the 1980s and 1990s... Aaron interviews people involved with these institutions, some dead, some surviving, some thriving still...

I feel like we've lost so much, and I feel I can put the finger a specific date when a lot of it started washing away (Sept. 11, 2001) but also one economic and one cultural change. The ongoing real estate bubble that was already under way when I moved to Toronto in 2000 (it had started way earlier in Vancouver) that got accelerated maniacally after the 2008 financial crisis has scorched cities of its affordable spaces... The Internet, social media and smart phones have also completely changed how we relate to each other. This pandemic is just another boulder in this wall that separates many of us.

I'm just mourning a lot of what's gone, but tell me, what spaces and groups get you fired up these days?
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As much as I like Bear McCreary's soundtrack, I think Blackbird Raum would have done an excellent job...

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From The KLF's wikipedia entry:

On 12 February 1992, The KLF and crust punk group Extreme Noise Terror performed a live version of "3 a.m. Eternal" at the BRIT Awards, the British Phonographic Industry's annual awards show; a "violently antagonistic performance" in front of "a stunned music-business audience". Drummond and Cauty had planned to throw buckets of sheep's blood over the audience, but were prevented from doing so due to opposition from BBC lawyers and "hardcore vegans" Extreme Noise Terror. The performance (The KLF - 3 a.m. Eternal (Live at the Brits) was instead garnished by a limping, kilted, cigar-chomping Drummond firing blanks from an automatic weapon over the heads of the crowd. As the band left the stage, The KLF's promoter and narrator Scott Piering announced over the PA system that "The KLF have now left the music business". Later in the evening the band dumped a dead sheep with the message "I died for ewe—bon appetit" tied around its waist at the entrance to one of the post-ceremony parties.

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