Chris Priestman

You’ve defended towers, now defend your gross internal organs

It’s not until you fall sick that you appreciate good health. You enter a state of hyper-sensitivity, suddenly realizing the labor of your every action, every movement, and every breath. Sometimes, when ill, I sit up in bed to fully concentrate my newfound awareness of the coiling and squelching of

Fear the pyramid with CHYRZA’s Twilight Zone-style horror

If you look beyond the sillier plots of classic TV series The Twilight Zone (such as Dennis Hopper getting leadership lessons from a not-dead-actually Adolf Hitler) then you can find a distinct type of timeless horror. It’s not the shock-gore or psychotic killer chases of schlocky horror films and c

Realize the compositional beauty of Rachmaninoff in Zero Age

I suppose you’ve heard that classical music apparently acts as a complementary aid to learning. It’s the type of reported notion that causes pregnant mothers to waddle around the house, a pair of headphones stretched around their baby-bloated bellies, all in order to blast Beethoven foetus-side thro

Brother, groove with me in this VW van for a minute

Half a year ago, Brazilian animator Antonio Vicentini turned multi-instrumentalist and musical director Fernando Barba’s song “Cheiro Verde” into a psychedelic animation following the magical trip of a morphing Volkswagen Bus (sometimes referred to as the “hippie wagon”). The song has an organic sou