Sunday, January 31, 2016

Musik Korner

Here it is, as promised--Chris Peebles' improvisational minimalist ambient avant-garde jazz spoken word album Jazz Phantazzmagoria. We gave you our word that it would be released in January and although we made it by the skin of our teeth, we have proven our integrity. But enough about us! Let's talk about the album. We all knew Peebles to be a superlative poet. No question about that. But in these recordings he has proven himself a top-notch komposer, producer, audio technician, and multi-instrumentalist as well. As alluded to when we presented the preview track last month, Jazz Phantazzmagoria is best enjoyed and appreciated via an earbud-type headset. You may lament that the mix wasn't mastered with your vintage HiFi stereo setup in mind. But may we remind you that no less an authority than Davis Berns tells us that while the venue for its consumption is constantly evolving, music remains essentially the same.

In addition to Chris' revelatory "eargasm" of vocals, piano, synthesized drums, and prepared guitar, we're also excited to release the visual stylings of our own Hadley Daughterson. As her first album cover in over 30 years, Daughterson returned to her roots as the premier surrealist graphic artist of the short-lived but highly influential Kiskiminetas-Conemaugh River Basin prog rock scene of the late 1970s. Truly a feast for the ears, eyes, and likely other body parts, we proudly bestow upon you Jazz Phantazzmagoria (available exclusively from Kreation Systems Worldwide, a subsidiary of The Amacorp Diversified Technologies Group):

Saturday, January 23, 2016

Korrespondance Korner

The following is a message for the St. Alf's overflow parking lot occupying force. The Kreation Korner sides with neither our ex-komrade Peter Doe and his fanatical kronies nor the milquetoast law enforcement entities so transparently and unfairly using the "kid gloves." We are more than willing, however, to use our blog as an informational medium to keep the public apprised of this prolonged, fucked-up incident.

Dear Mr. Doe,

First off, allow me to apologize for our delayed response to your requests two weeks ago. The truth is, it was a time-consuming process, a lot of burnt midnight oil, to meet with a raft of PR agencies to devise the carefullest possible language to address you, your associates, and your behavior. While I can say that I, the Bureau, and pretty much the entire US political-economic apparatus cannot agree, in the strictest sense, with your hospital car park action, we assume that you are decent, upstanding citizens governed by a strong moral center and carrying the necessary permits for the as yet unknown number and variety of arms you bear. It is not our policy to assent to the demands of well-intentioned activists such as yourself and your group, but we are willing to compromise. Rather than sending you snacks, a small party of field personnel may, if you agree to it, escort two of your cohorts to the nearest Costco Wholesale center. We will provide a modest $1,200 gift card and 45 minutes for your people to acquire the needed provisions, after which they will be returned directly to your cantonment. As a show of good faith, I will stay unarmed in your custody, as collateral, until your friends are delivered safely back to you, supplies in tow. After this episodes over, we can discuss next steps, if any.

Yours in Liberty,

Sib Stanley
Primary Coordinator
FBI Occurrence Interaction Team

P.S. If your people make any attempt to take over the Costco or disrupt any other commercial infrastructure in any way, we will not hesitate to send in the cavalry and terminate your operation with extreme prejudice.

Saturday, January 16, 2016

Poet's Korner

Found poetry, date unknown, fishing tackle shop readerboard, W. State St., Boise, ID:

     SNUBBERS   F & G
   AMMO    POP    BEER

Tuesday, January 12, 2016

Update Korner

Whilst political and social upheaval grips the Forpes Top 10 Business Bergs-listed Boise, ID, it seems that San Francisco continues to attract Kreation cognoscenti. While BLENKO's residence here has been well-established, at least as of his last summit with Chris Peebles, it has recently been divulged that Percy Stankowski has been residing there for an indeterminate amount of time. Eschewing the face-puckering limelight that comes with indie-avant-nada filmmaking stardom, Percy has been on a personal quest to regain a dream lost in childhood. That dream? We'll leave it to independent documentarian, SF Chinatown culture magnate, and new friend of the Korner, Alabastair Chan, to explain:

Saturday, January 9, 2016

Send Us Snacks

Hello. It's me. Peter Doe. Long time, no rant. Looks like I remembered the login credentials and password for The Kreation Korner. And I bet you a steak dinner those bleeding hearts won't take this down since everything on their mediocre blog is precious. Anyways, you may ask why I've come out of the proverbial woodwork. As it turns out, I'm on sabbatical from my egg business in Midvale and am currently down in that wannabe-urban rat race know as Boise, Idaho. Specifically, I'm camped out on the overflow parking lot at St. Alf's Regional Medical Center along with anywhere between 20 and 200 of my old compatriots from my militia days. Why are we occupying a seemingly inconsequential patch of asphalt? As you know, this lousy planet is a place of constant suffering. Too many people encounter real, daily violence to their civil rights, their dignity, their very happiness, safety, and health. Usually, I'm able to tune this crap out. But in instances where I feel my immediate personal sense of order is threatened--no matter how abstractly, obliquely, and/or insignificantly--I am obliged to privilege this instance with an act of insurrection. So when I found out St. Alf's was poised to rip up its overflow parking lot to build the Dinnis D. and Tamala J. Baysmund Center for Advanced Pediatric Oncology, I had to act. You see, the framers of the United States Constitution guaranteed certain inalienable liberties for folks like me. One of those liberties is the right to park my LeSabre in a hospital's overflow lot when I want to attend a short-season single-A minor-league baseball game across the street. Therefore, we plan to remain on this lot for a week, a month, a year, or however long it takes those medical morons to extract their heads from their asses and spare the lot. In our righteous haste to block the removal of that which is rightly ours, it appears we packed insufficient provisions. We cannot fight tyranny with empty and grumbling tummies! Our demands are as follows:

-4x Red Vines® Original Red Twists, 5.5 lbs. tub
-8x Frito-Lay® Bold Mix variety pack, 32ct.
-14x Gardetto's® Roasted Garlic Rye Chips, 8oz. bag (pack of 12)
-3x Hunt's Snack Pack® Pudding, Butterscotch, 3.5oz., 36-cup variety pack
-11x GoGo SqueeZ® Applesauce On The Go, 3.2oz. pouch (pack of 48)
-27x Oh Boy! Oberto® Peppered Thin Style Beef Jerky, 3oz. bag (pack of 2)
-34x Keebler® Sandwich Crackers, Club & Cheddar, 8ct.
-24x Nature Valley® Sweet & Salty Nut Granola Bar, Peanut Butter, 16ct.
-7x Mars® Chocolate Favorites variety pack, 135ct.
-13x Blue Diamond® Bold Sriracha Almonds, 6oz. can
-17x Tostitos® Salsa Con Queso, Medium, 15oz. jar
-5x Tostitos® Corn Chips Scoops! 100% White Corn, Family Size, 14.5oz.

We are well aware that the illegitimate regime running this country may laugh at us. But we know that deep down the government fears us. Hell, I bet most those clowns in government secretly agree with us. So search your souls and do what's right and just. Send us snacks. Don't test our resolve, especially when we're hangry. Ask yourselves: who will be laughing when hundreds of freedom-loving patriots descend upon Washington with bellies full of Snyder's of Hanover® Honey Mustard & Onion Pretzel Pieces?