Stereoflower Blog

This is a pretty big deal for us, yo.

We're dangerously excited.

So get on down to the Hot Produce stage at 11:50 to share in the joy with us.

P.S. You should hear our new record. It sounds incredible, if I don't say so myself.

Dear Seedlings

2010 was a really killer year for Stereoflower. We finally launched the record we'd been working on for years, played a bucketload and a half of shows and started to really work out what this rock 'n' roll nonsense is all about. So for that, we thank you all very much for supporting us and promise that this year will be spent making it worth your while.

After spending so long working on one album to release to you, we have reached the conclusion that it is just not enough. That the old model of releasing one album every year or 2 and spending the rest of the time promoting it is a little redundant in the 21st century. So what we want to give you is unlimited, uncensored, unrestricted and unsanitary access to everything Stereofloral. We have spent a long while working on a brand new website, which we're hoping over the next few months will become a tool with which too smash down the barriers between audience and artist, between reality and fantasy, between you.. and us.

What i mean is; we're giving you everything. Every thing we record, every remix, every picture we have laying around, every thing that happens every step of the way, we'd like to share with you. All we ask in return is that you continue to support us the way you have been, and continue to inspire us to make music.

We invite you to come look around at the new stereoflower.com, listen to some demos of brand new songs that have never seen the light of day before, listen to the songs you know, perv on Marcos butt, listen to some stories and tell us all about yourself. So thanks again for making 2010 such a great year for us, and in 2011 we promise to do bigger and better things for you.

Devotedly yours,

Alexander.

There is no empty space in nature, which we do not believe that, at one time, or another, the human mind can't fill.

It is clear what a terrible task we have undertaken, we aim to do nothing less than return to the sources, human or inhuman, of the theatre and raise it from the dead. All that partakes of the obscurity and magnetic fascination of dreams, those dark strata of consciousness which are all the concern us in mind, we want to see all this radiate and triumph on stage,

even if it means destroying ourselves and exposing ourselves to the ridicule of a colossal failure.

Nor are we afraid of the kind of commitment our effort represents. We conceive the theatre as an authentic performance of magic.

We do not address ourselves to the eyes, or to the direct emotion of the soul, what we are trying to create is a certain metaphysical emotion in which the inmost motives of the heart will be laid bare toward this ideal theatre we ourselves are groping blindly.

Regardless of the degree of success of our performances, those who attend them will understand that they are participating in a mystical experiment by which an important part of the domain of the mind and consciousness may be definitively saved or lost.

Antonin Artaud,
November 13, 1926.