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Once again, UMOUR predicts the future

Back in 2007, the memorial day post was supposed to be darkly humorous, describing as it did a military ceremony wherein the bodies of countless dead soldiers were pushed into a landfill by bulldozers.

Little did we know, however, that it was actually happening. So once again, the strange cosmic energies tuned in and channeled by UMOUR have bitten off more of reality than any one man should have to swallow.

Interview with Lee Scratch Perry

VISIONS OF VISIONARIES WITH LEE "SCRATCH" PERRY from MADE Blog on Vimeo.

Hey, I understood him perfectly.
For the most part.

Constipation Blues

Sent, of course, by the father of Em.

An Umour Laboratory

SPEAK NO EVIL

On the Ocean Floor near Sweden

Bop Gun

Memorial Day, 2026

Plain and simply, we'd run out of space for the brave fallen. Fighting for freedom, America had filled all its cemeteries and then filled all the available space in the bad lands of Montana, the deserts of Arizona and New Mexico, and any other vast tracts of land that were affordable. The countless hundreds of millions of solider's graves filled those vast plains as an enormous testament to freedom, and the lengths to which we were willing to go.

So what was left? There were still plenty of countries that had benefited from US intervention that had plenty of empty space to bury the additional war dead. And when they weren't willing to share the burden we raised the banner of freedom once more and attacked: in Algeria, in Libya and in Morocco. As these oppressive nations fell, we had room for more, so we buried the brave fallen in vast tracts stretching to the edge of the Sahara.

But still, as our young soldiers sacrificed their lives to fight for our freedoms, we needed yet more room to give honor to the fallen by burying them properly. So we attacked again: We attacked Russia. We Attacked Australia. We attacked Tajikistan, Uzbekistan and several other 'Stans as well, to make room for the fallen defenders of freedom. The tombstones stretched from horizon to horizon.

China, of course, was unwilling to relinquish land for our fallen. Neither was France or Spain or Italy. The UK, arguably, had their own soldiers to worry about. So we sent in Patriot Machines. Patriot Machines bypassed the entire lengthy process of capturing and reeducating enemy soldiers and converting them to the cause of freedom. Patriot machines looked to some kind of  like vast, mile-long steamrollers, and we sent them into France and Germany, mowing down enemy soldiers and, as their bodies rounded the roller, they were placed into simple unfolding caskets and placed into the ground behind the steamroller. A secondary roller placed a tombstone commemorating the newly harvested-and-then-fallen soldier for freedom. Where the Patriot Machines went in, vast tracts of earth were converted behind them into cemeteries of the fallen fighters for freedom.

So now, what was left?

What was left was the moon. What was left was Mars. What was left was Venus.

But the problem was, first of all, the cost. And second of all, we didn't have enough dead to justify the cost.

But that issue was solved fairly quickly.

The Clock 24 Hour Screening

Christian Marclay's The Clock, is a 24-hour single-channel montage constructed from thousands of moments of cinema and television history depicting the passage of time. Marclay has excerpted each of these moments from their original contexts and edited them together to create a functioning timepiece synchronized to local time wherever it is viewed—marking the exact time in real time for the viewer for 24 consecutive hours. The sampled clips come from films of all genres, time periods, and cultures, some lasting only seconds, others minutes, and have been culled from hundreds of films, famous and obscure, into a seamless whole. The result, a melding of video and reality, unfolds with a seemingly endless cast of cameos. This free screening will allow The Clock to be seen in the way Marclay intended, by making it available in its entirety.

I Promote Oblivion

Umourian demise of the record store

Many will recognize the Umourian attributes of this image of a burned out and long abandoned record store, but it is merely a refection of the whole slow and steady demise of the record business as a whole. In today's world of digital downloads there is no longer any intrinsic value to those flat plastic discs, be they vinyl or CD. Music can be digitally duplicated en mas by anyone with a computer. Sadly this sorry fact has seemed to leach into the public's perception of the actual data therein, and it seems that by and large the general public has also lost site of the value of THE ART of a record, and in a broader sense, the value of art in general. In highly Umourian fashion, this website documents 40 closed record stores across the nation. Click the title of this post to visit the site.

Matt Helm

Just a little taste of some of the Exciting UMOUR action rapidly coming your way, hepcats.

Super Secret Super Spies (from Outer Space) Film Shoot

Post your ideas for our movie in the comment below.

NewsTweek

Click the title above. Imagine a device that can intercept http requests in a public location and then manipulate (for instance) news headlines on the fly. Well, such a device actually exists. Just think of the possibilities...(Read about it here and read some of the pseudo-headlines...)

RESCUED FROM AN EAGLES NEST 1908

Germaine Greer in ‘Darling, Do You Love Me?’

Jane Birkin

Aka Melody Nelson on the album Ballade De Melody Nelson by Serge Gainsbourg (1971)

Flushing the Gowanus

Chalk up yet another one for a UMOUR ritual.
Actually, this is pretty interesting. Somewhere in the  UMOUR archives there's a photo of the Umourians directly above the flush tunnel, though we didn't know it at the time. (Click the link above.)

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