Meredith Dittmar

Crazy artist out of Portland.... works with clay and wire



Check out her interview at Fecal Face

Digi Imaging Homework

BLACK OCEAN BLOG!

New blog added to the blog list--------->
Art/Tattoos/Random Stlye and Design Shit... from Great Falls local Brian Raquipiso(sp)

Black Ocean Blog
He designs stuff for Casual Industrees, which is a siiiiiiick clothing company out of Seattle...

click them links...

Sunny? On Christmas?!

Here's the christmas special for a really good show that i can't name cuz it's pirated and will be taken down....click the red play button...close the pop-up and then press the green play button...then enlarge to full screen

Medicinal Marijuana in Montana...

Cannamt.com
Real legit shit... Caring for Montana patients since the git go....
If you've got your card already then click the link.... if not then go here --->Patient/Caregiver App site

Meltdown Festival!

Meltdown Festival at the Palladium.... shit was illy...


Opener..Dj Dan..i think..

Then Kid Sister

we were reallll close..

A TRAK!!!!!!





security on site...
The crowd went completely nuts for David Guetta...


...rightfully so... he kill't it... If you weren't there u missed out major...

Let There Be Noize!

Sooo... Afrikan week was a bust... Another time....
Here's a mix i whipped up last night... Justice X Boys Noize...
extended, cleaner sounding mix coming soon (click link below picture to download)


Let There Be Noize! - Pretty Dirty

Afrikhan Week Late Start..

Kickin' off Afrikan week a little late...
Here's a little video i found on Fader of The Very Best(Radioclit & Esau Mwamway(sp)

More Very Best and Afrikan Music To Come!!!

The Reward is More Cheese...

t's a beautiful Friday afternoon and I'm basking in the sun of the Art Institute courtyard waiting for Chris and Nikki to pick me up from school because the battery in the Cadillac chose today of all days to throw in the towel. A minor bump in the road, but we've got more tonight at the House of Blues. While I admittedly am not by normal standards what you would call a huge fan, I've heard a few songs and liked what I heard, but more importantly I know that he is a DJ notorious for insane live performances and a trademark giant mouse head that he wears at every show, which is more than enough to get me on board. On the way home we stop by a liquor store to get some refreshments for the show. Once home, we take a couple shots of some fancy pants quadruple-distilled vodka to loosen up, then pour the rest into our Super Big Gulps for the hour long bus ride to the show. At around 6:18 we decide it's time to head out since the bus arrives at 6:25. We get there with plenty of time to spare and prop ourselves up on the cracked cement border of an apartment complex just behind the sidewalk. The two of us are like giddy schoolgirls awaiting a Jonas Brothers concert, and the booze isn't helping. After what seemed like less than a minute, Chris turns to me and says, "Uh-oh..." "Huh?" I reply eloquently. He tells me that it's 6:30 and that somehow we missed the bus. We have two options: wait for the next bus that comes to that stop which would arrive at our destination dangerously close to the time the doors are scheduled to open, or we can suck it up and call a cab. We choose the quicker, more expensive option of course. The show must go on, right? We head back to our apartment to wait for the cab, and end up taking a few more shots. The cab arrives surprisingly quick and suddenly we're off. We have the cabby (they don't mind being called that do they?) stop at 7-11 so Chris can grab some cash from the ATM for the fare. While he's inside I attempt to make frivolous small talk. "So man, how's your night going?" I inquire between sips of my spiked Big Gulp. "Oh, just started," he replies friendlily and from his accent I'm guessing he's from somewhere in Africa. "Ah, I see. So what's your name?" "Chris." I already know this because on the back of the passenger seat is a laminated sheet of paper with what might as well be his life story on it, but it seems like the polite thing to do. "Ha, that's funny..." I laugh lamely, "that's his name too," I say gesturing towards 7-11. Silence. He doesn't see the humor in it and I don't blame him; Chris is such a common name and it really isn't funny. Chris hops back in the cab and the pressure is off, although I'm sure Chris (the driver) could care less whether or not we talk to him. We're not even a mile from our apartment and the meter already reads $5.05. That's a whole two dollars and five cents more than we would have paid for our entire bus trip. But like I said, the show must go on. A few sips of my drink and an intersection later, it now reads $5.25. We're headed down the tollway in an area that I've been through hundreds of times, but with the silent tranquility of the cab, I'm seeing things that I never noticed. We pass a humorous billboard that I don't remember seeing before. $6.45. A store that I remember going to with my parents when I was little. $6.65. By now, I'm transcending from buzzed to drunk and my mind begins to really wander. My train of thought is spasmodic, electric. I jump arbitrarily from thought to thought like a bird on a telephone wire, never staying in one place for very long. Someone has written "WASH ME" in brown dirt on the back windshield of the dark green Civic to my left. I think of what a wasted opportunity that was to be clever. Even if they had written something as simple as "DON'T WASH ME" it would've added a delicious touch of irony that everyone could appreciate. $8.05. I think of past concerts. $8.45. Financial woes. $9.05. I think of girls that got away. $9.85. You know, I've never truly been fishing? $15.25. I forgot my chapstick. $18.65. That girl looks like my sister. $25.45. I should start driving a cab for a living. $28.05. I wish this was the Cash Cab. $30.65. This is broken up occasionally by Chris and I discussing how goddamn excited we are. Next thing I know the meter reads $35.05 and we're arriving at the House of Blues and it's perfect timing because my bladder feels like that girl Violet from "Willy Wonka and the Chocolate Factory" when she eats that piece of gum that contains an entire meal and then gets to the dessert and it's blueberry pie and then she starts turning purple and ballooning up and then her dad says, "Violet, you're turning violet!" Classic. Some people didn't like the remake with Johnny Depp but I thought it was pretty entertaining, and remakes are never as good as the originals so what do you expect. I'm not sure why they made the Oompa-Loompas Middle-Eastern, though. But, I digress. So we get in line, where we have to ditch our Super Big Gulps and we're both doing the bent knee dance, trying to keep from pissing our pants. Thankfully, it's not too long before the big steel doors open, and like lambs to slaughter we inch our way in. We rush to the bathrooms, and then make our way down the stairs and stake our claim on some prime real estate right in front of the stage. We immediately spark up conversation with two groups of kids that are around our age. The atmosphere is electric. The auditorium slowly starts filling up. Chris points out that on stage, a fog machine has been turned on. Soon after, the lights dim...




















Pre-show shenanigans

These two were on LSD


Boy 8-bit kicked things off with an amazing set


















The head eventually came off

The Death Penalty is Totally Badass!

This is the funniest thing ive seen in a while...

A Taste..

Whoa...


More Afrikan shit to come next week... which will officially be 40666 Afrikan WEEK!

Say Whoa!

This is the raddest shit i ever seen!

COMBO a collaborative animation by Blu and David Ellis (2 times loop) from blu on Vimeo.

Also make sure n download Pwow!---> Pretty Dirty - Pwow!

PWOW!

Here's a fifteen minute little compilation that's sure to keep ya movin...
(email me if you want the tracklist)
Click link below photo to download!!!!!

Pretty Dirty - Pwow!

Lemme take u to da movies....

Stolen off Mad Decent...
This is the anthem of 2010...
Bangs!

Some Videos For Your Saturday....

Here are some videos that i think are the titties... enjoy

Boys Noize-- Not really a video but a DOPE mix...


Architecture in Helsinki- That Beep


Deadmau5 live at Radio 1 weekend- Hi Friend... He's comin to Dallas on the 6th n u better belive ima be there.... Download his albums...NOW!


TRON LEGACY TRAILER--- Daft Punk is doin the soundtrack for this n it looks tiggggght

Oh yeah... This guy used to exist... weird times

We Were Once a Fairytale

Here's a short film starring Kanye West directed by Spike Jonze who recently directed the much hyped Where the Wild Things Are. This video has cameos from legendary skaters Eric Koston and Mike Carrol. It's "creative" to say the least, but definitely worth watching the whole thing.

"We Were Once A Fairytale" - Kanye West Dir: Spike Jonze from Yooj‽ on Vimeo.

40666 merch.... SERIOUSLY!

Seriously... if you haven't yet, go fuckin check out ryan meyers' shop... REPREFUCKINZENT!<--- thats a real word...

40666 merch!

Click the link on the right and buy some 40666 merch!
Big up Ryan Meyers for holdin the shop down...

Worst Rolling Stone Cover Ever?

So I checked the mail this morning and by the thickness of the stack, immediately knew the latest issue of Rolling Stone had arrived. Although I've come to find the magazine a tad overrated in recent years, it's usually a pretty good read. As I pulled the stack from slot, it was as if I were the fisherman who had hooked a big one only to discover upon reeling it in that it was the decapitated head of his high school sweetheart. I had to cover my mouth with my issue of Vogue to keep from losing this morning's recently digested ramen when my eyes were raped by this...

Now, I understand that not everyone detests U2 as much as I do. In fact, they're one of the most successful groups ever. However, I personally would rather see the rotting corpses of the Nelson Brothers (they might as well be dead) on the cover of RS than these two douche bags. My immediate response was "Worst Rolling Stone cover ever?" I then took a while to reflect on the three years that I've been subscribed to RS. I tried to remember if there were any other covers that evoked such horror and disgust, and it wasn't long before I realized that I may have given the title of "Worst Ever" out a little carelessly. I went to RS's website where you can look at every cover ever and realized just how many godawful covers they've had. I was going to post my least favorites ever but that would have taken years. Thus, I present to you a gallery, if you will, of "The Worst Rolling Stones Covers of the Last 5 Years" (in my opinion and no particular order)