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Max Davies

Run the risk of being to the very end- J. Cocteau

About Me

Sometimes my brain doesn't move as fast as I would like. Books are great secret companions. Vaginas are fantastic compatriots, whatever your proclivity. Celluloid is transparent magic and synthesizers are nearly almost as cool as vibrant blooming flowers. I try to convey certain nearly ineffable feelings to others through different mediums; like transmiting the vibe Kenneth Anger movies give me through painting and collage. Recently I have been thinking about energy and the different ways that it has, does, or will relate to everything. Right now I'm in the process of writing/ recording new material, and ultimately contemplating death, art , the beauty and transience of celluloid, major-minor 7th chords, haunted things (and the energy it took to get them there), cities, and sine waves. I'm on the look out for kindred spirits and the like.
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Member Since: 10/8/2005
Band Website: maxgdavies.com
Band Members: Develop interest in life as you see it; in people, things, literature, music - the world is so rich, simply throbbing with rich treasures, beautiful souls and interesting people. Forget yourself.Henry MillerI edited my profile with Thomas' Myspace Editor V4.4
Influences: "There is a vitality, a life force, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and there is only one of you in all time, this expression is unique, and if you block it, it will never exist through any other medium; and be lost. The world will not have it. It is not your business to determine how good it is, not how it compares with other expression. It is your business to keep it yours clearly and directly, to keep the channel open. You do not even have to believe in yourself or your work. You have to keep open and aware directly to the urges that motivate you. Keep the channel open. No artist is pleased. There is no satisfaction whatever at any time. There is on a queer, divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us more alive than the others.” -Martha Graham
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Record Label: Gampo Magick Records; Music@ CDbaby, itunes.
Type of Label: None

My Blog

Obstructions

All feelings have to endSometimes they end when you least expect them to
Posted by Max Davies on Mon, 21 Aug 2006 10:47:00 PST

The Approach

Cities are bizarre placesFrom the errant crackhead to the glorious lights in the night skyTowards the epicenter West of confusion Neatly gliding amongst the throng the fluorescent and the neon....
Posted by Max Davies on Sat, 19 Aug 2006 09:23:00 PST

CAN

So there's this thing about music, that is to say there's something so wonderful about music and it's multivalent character. I remember being like 18 or 19 and pillaging the auditory labyrinth of my f...
Posted by Max Davies on Tue, 20 Jun 2006 01:05:00 PST

Art

Beholden to the Muse: Art in Today's Society Max DaviesBecause Art is a very bad word in this country a very bad word. -- John Cassavetes, (A Constant Forge) When art is adopted by the major ente...
Posted by Max Davies on Tue, 09 May 2006 01:06:00 PST

Words

These words are meant to travelThey've just floated thru space and timeinto your consciousnessFrom my mind to this penFrom this pento your eyesThese words are everyone'sat least anyone's who chooses t...
Posted by Max Davies on Sun, 26 Mar 2006 10:29:00 PST

Holland

Holland 1. Eyes shine Red light whores stare sad blank stares 2. Through working class walls A child cries at his angry mother 3. The whore is the foundation of mankind Civilizations rise & fal...
Posted by Max Davies on Sat, 25 Mar 2006 09:06:00 PST

poem II

Thieves Like UsThieves like us need only inspiration,fuck the mercurial after effects and pale green inklings.Remember sneaking into Dali's boudoir to snip at his mustache?or screaming into a rolling ...
Posted by Max Davies on Sun, 19 Mar 2006 10:23:00 PST

Poem I

Shepherd's PurseI'd forgotten till now the pale green taste the lonely cries of the peacocksand the heart-shaped morsels of make believe and playground drama. It was in Salzburg,far from the bells but...
Posted by Max Davies on Sun, 19 Mar 2006 10:19:00 PST

Shows in March

So, It seems as if there is a proliferation of great shows this weekend. I missed the Jello Biafra, Thurston Moore show because I needed to have band practice...I would have liked to have seen Anne Wa...
Posted by Max Davies on Fri, 10 Mar 2006 11:19:00 PST

lies and the liar

I lied. I lied to you, I lied to myself. I went ahead and did what I said I wouldn't; I called a venue regarding an upcoming show. Shit, I'm such a hypocrite! I never really have nothing to do, there'...
Posted by Max Davies on Thu, 02 Mar 2006 12:30:00 PST