zeropointspace.org
Monday, January 7, 2008
Monday, December 17, 2007
il corral reincarnated downtown to zero-point
zero-point is the ground state of the system,
the welcoming void of an artspace for art that is alive and live
collaborations & peformance showcase
a home for experimental expressive disciplines
il corral
the beasts are leaving
your brick hole in the wall of ivy
your secret place for friends of friends
your tones and tomes of years
yet there is no mourning
for you are real
still growing to your bigger shell
expanding with the elements
the welcoming void of an artspace for art that is alive and live
collaborations & peformance showcase
a home for experimental expressive disciplines
il corral
the beasts are leaving
your brick hole in the wall of ivy
your secret place for friends of friends
your tones and tomes of years
yet there is no mourning
for you are real
still growing to your bigger shell
expanding with the elements
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
moving around the pictures
motion stirs everything up and makes it take on life where it was dull. these ultra concentrated billions of billions of billions of recollections breathe into the finite cracks of memory and the pieces come together in new ways, clearly displaying a synchonicity of substantial mechanism, being, path & purpose. this comes together to give form to the vision - to make beams for the new building.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
ALOUD this friday.
ALOUD is improv allowed.
An evening of collaborative words,
music, paintings and the art of sign language,
The five-set lineup includes
hop frog kollectiv and blake,
paintings by Dana Bean,
a workshop performance by
poets Brendan Constantine, Mike the Poet, Emily Hay,
and A-Tribute Ensemble musicians
Ryan Tanaka, Chris Votek, and Melinda Rice)
with special guests Megan Fong and Andrew McIntosh,
as well as the debut of LA Deaf Punkz,
and an exquisite corpse to finish off the night.
Friday, November 9th, 9:30pm, doors open at 9:00.
ALOUD experimental collaboration improv:
the concept of this night was born
from my interest in translation between mediums.
the poet, the musician, the sign language artist,
the painter are all choosing specific forms
that reflect their particular talent
or interest to communicate.
this is a chance for them to collaborate
in different levels of improv together
reflecting, reverberating, reacting to each other...
we have not had a word speaking / poetry night here before,
and i love hearing people read,
but struggled with curating "readings".
with the help of melinda rice in rounding up musicians
i am proud to host these various artists
in an evening of experiment.
An evening of collaborative words,
music, paintings and the art of sign language,
The five-set lineup includes
hop frog kollectiv and blake,
paintings by Dana Bean,
a workshop performance by
poets Brendan Constantine, Mike the Poet, Emily Hay,
and A-Tribute Ensemble musicians
Ryan Tanaka, Chris Votek, and Melinda Rice)
with special guests Megan Fong and Andrew McIntosh,
as well as the debut of LA Deaf Punkz,
and an exquisite corpse to finish off the night.
Friday, November 9th, 9:30pm, doors open at 9:00.
ALOUD experimental collaboration improv:
the concept of this night was born
from my interest in translation between mediums.
the poet, the musician, the sign language artist,
the painter are all choosing specific forms
that reflect their particular talent
or interest to communicate.
this is a chance for them to collaborate
in different levels of improv together
reflecting, reverberating, reacting to each other...
we have not had a word speaking / poetry night here before,
and i love hearing people read,
but struggled with curating "readings".
with the help of melinda rice in rounding up musicians
i am proud to host these various artists
in an evening of experiment.
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
costumed weekend, ALOUD, and shadow circus!
ALOUD is an experimental multi-discipline improv collaboration night based around words. more details will follow.
my most exciting thing lately is that we've confirmed shadow circus will be performing at the theatre next door: sacred fools so nov. 24th will be a fine saturday night of revelrie.
also this weekend we have two costume party shows, friday the birthday show, and saturday dung mummy with our neighbors party afterwards!
Saturday, October 20, 2007
Friday, October 19, 2007
returning to the animal farm
there will be a workshop
for those interested in circuit.bending themselves
all things will be supplied
starting at 1pm
donations for materials are gladly accepted
also, any electronic toys to be bent
can be donated
before the event...
there will be a drawing,
and fabulous performing.
projections and delightfully abrasive, non.melodic things
Sunday, September 9, 2007
the void is consumed by the word that describes it
our last two shows have gone really well,
despite gunshots and other violence,
people are still people and are greatly favored of the many lives.
we gave a kind man the cans from tonight
he didn't want the bottles,
so we fished them out for him.
i can hear someone collecting recycling
through the metal door right now.
when i lived far away from the city
in a quiet wilderness
even the snow falling on the shingled roof
made more noise
than our crickets,
and the cool of the alley
the stones so silent
after the sound stops shaking them...
this place is a tomb and a castle
at night
in the deep of the night
when everyone has gone home...
things move slower,
sink into the cold darkness
the soothe
why are we always at the brink of destruction
fighting something we can't see
this place is made with every passing of hours
moving - the pinpoints of light that rarely creak through the brick
or broken window
these small signs mark days and weeks
and turn weak seasons into each other
the semi-bland changing between steam and chill
that we want all the time
living in los angeles
the mild
the effortless air
the certain freedom to not think of weather
and it is a topic of conversation,
but really
it has been so hot...
i was reading about
ralph waldo emerson,
and some of his works,
and i think he would not believe in the void
because he knows all things to be connected.
he also refused to recognize the concept of evil
which obviously is questionable,
but perhaps he would see the void
as interdependent and therefore connected to
everything else that is not the void,
and therefore as defying it's own definition
or rendering it /
rendering it not void.
giving it the shape of words
naming the formless with names...
not void
and isn't that a double negative,
or is it as ridiculous to have the word nothing
but that is what it is
not a black hole
no matter
no substance
no energy
no mass
nothing
absence
emptiness
the edge of creation,
not the brink of destruction...
perhaps both...
always both...
despite gunshots and other violence,
people are still people and are greatly favored of the many lives.
we gave a kind man the cans from tonight
he didn't want the bottles,
so we fished them out for him.
i can hear someone collecting recycling
through the metal door right now.
when i lived far away from the city
in a quiet wilderness
even the snow falling on the shingled roof
made more noise
than our crickets,
and the cool of the alley
the stones so silent
after the sound stops shaking them...
this place is a tomb and a castle
at night
in the deep of the night
when everyone has gone home...
things move slower,
sink into the cold darkness
the soothe
why are we always at the brink of destruction
fighting something we can't see
this place is made with every passing of hours
moving - the pinpoints of light that rarely creak through the brick
or broken window
these small signs mark days and weeks
and turn weak seasons into each other
the semi-bland changing between steam and chill
that we want all the time
living in los angeles
the mild
the effortless air
the certain freedom to not think of weather
and it is a topic of conversation,
but really
it has been so hot...
i was reading about
ralph waldo emerson,
and some of his works,
and i think he would not believe in the void
because he knows all things to be connected.
he also refused to recognize the concept of evil
which obviously is questionable,
but perhaps he would see the void
as interdependent and therefore connected to
everything else that is not the void,
and therefore as defying it's own definition
or rendering it /
rendering it not void.
giving it the shape of words
naming the formless with names...
not void
and isn't that a double negative,
or is it as ridiculous to have the word nothing
but that is what it is
not a black hole
no matter
no substance
no energy
no mass
nothing
absence
emptiness
the edge of creation,
not the brink of destruction...
perhaps both...
always both...
Saturday, September 1, 2007
Thursday, August 30, 2007
gentrification - the death of art...the inevitable postponed as long as possible...
so i've been really excited
about how the neighborhood is growing,
but the inevitable is happening
in this previously unfavorable part of melrose...
i guess mondo video closing down
was the first sign that fringe places
might not make it...
if you've been here you know that
this place is filled with holes
and held together with tape and hope.
the literal structure is two separate buildings
that had an alley between them
and someone decided to put a roof on it.
not the best structural integrity
to be sure.
but now we fight for what has been built
out of this sweatshop
we have a new roommate
who is eager to help
redo the place, make it more organized
so i have great hope..
i despise commerce, and money
and logistics, but i have put forth
my greatest effort to sustain this place
as well as within our means.
i am sure that our new roommate maty,
though i am very sad to see lilly leave,
even though i know she is going back to school,
and pursuing the next part of her life...
i think this new blood in the family
will be good for il corral.
and i will work as tirelessly as possible
to ensure that this place can adapt
and thrive...
we have been through so much,
violence, betrayal, factioning,
evolution not without scars,
and it is a miracle that we're still here...
but we are,
and i refuse to accept the tenets of
gentrification,
though i am aware of it's painful inevitability
and the tenuous nature of our endeavors...
so what...
at any given point in our history,
this could have ended, but it didn't...
i am proud of the people who love this place,
and i knew that what we were doing was rare.
that we have been sustainable for more than
a couple years,
is proof that experimental music has value,
and our defense of the fringe has not been in vain.
i am lucky that i have lived this long,
and though i do not feel that i have accomplished anything,
i have helped others reach their dreamy realities,
and that has to count for something.
this beast upgrade of the neighborhood,
this taking over of real estate by the mobile endowed
may be eventually unstoppable,
but we knew that from the beginning,
and ride the tides
as a body calm,
almost dead, so calm
to be carried not crushed
by the vast ocean
i reserve my profanity for the depth of feeling
and this is deserved.
about how the neighborhood is growing,
but the inevitable is happening
in this previously unfavorable part of melrose...
i guess mondo video closing down
was the first sign that fringe places
might not make it...
if you've been here you know that
this place is filled with holes
and held together with tape and hope.
the literal structure is two separate buildings
that had an alley between them
and someone decided to put a roof on it.
not the best structural integrity
to be sure.
but now we fight for what has been built
out of this sweatshop
we have a new roommate
who is eager to help
redo the place, make it more organized
so i have great hope..
i despise commerce, and money
and logistics, but i have put forth
my greatest effort to sustain this place
as well as within our means.
i am sure that our new roommate maty,
though i am very sad to see lilly leave,
even though i know she is going back to school,
and pursuing the next part of her life...
i think this new blood in the family
will be good for il corral.
and i will work as tirelessly as possible
to ensure that this place can adapt
and thrive...
we have been through so much,
violence, betrayal, factioning,
evolution not without scars,
and it is a miracle that we're still here...
but we are,
and i refuse to accept the tenets of
gentrification,
though i am aware of it's painful inevitability
and the tenuous nature of our endeavors...
so what...
at any given point in our history,
this could have ended, but it didn't...
i am proud of the people who love this place,
and i knew that what we were doing was rare.
that we have been sustainable for more than
a couple years,
is proof that experimental music has value,
and our defense of the fringe has not been in vain.
i am lucky that i have lived this long,
and though i do not feel that i have accomplished anything,
i have helped others reach their dreamy realities,
and that has to count for something.
this beast upgrade of the neighborhood,
this taking over of real estate by the mobile endowed
may be eventually unstoppable,
but we knew that from the beginning,
and ride the tides
as a body calm,
almost dead, so calm
to be carried not crushed
by the vast ocean
i reserve my profanity for the depth of feeling
and this is deserved.
Tuesday, August 28, 2007
september brings school for us all...
saturday, to mark the first day of september...
we have a great show.
we will be having a new contributor soon
the space is interesting to a couple people now
thinking about it and the
possibilities
i think it will be the best for all
whatever happens.
things are going well i think.
it will be nice to be dark for awhile.
theatres have it right.
venues never get a rest...
we have a great show.
we will be having a new contributor soon
the space is interesting to a couple people now
thinking about it and the
possibilities
i think it will be the best for all
whatever happens.
things are going well i think.
it will be nice to be dark for awhile.
theatres have it right.
venues never get a rest...
Sunday, August 26, 2007
the white that glows in the black
last night was the blacklight art show
and crime scene cleanup
we sent lumper-splitter on their way with gas money
and a smile
it was an ecclectic mess of blood
and a necrophiliac's dream
the show went well
except for someone trying to steal stuff
(they got caught, by the police no less who knew the guy,
and were hanging around)
so that was a depression start,
though we were happy to have the things returned.
the music was great from the other bands
and a good time was had.
we are still open to bands / artists rehearsing
or using the space for fabrication etc.
so just email me ilcorralvox@gmail.com
with any interested parties.
i miss the ocean...
being inland is claustrophobic sometimes
it began to rain a bit today though
which added some cleanliness to the accumulation of dirt
and smog air
i think drinking tap water has aggravated the natives...
that amoung other things.
but our next show should be good.
something for your ears to delight in.
and it will be great to have a rest for awhile.
and crime scene cleanup
we sent lumper-splitter on their way with gas money
and a smile
it was an ecclectic mess of blood
and a necrophiliac's dream
the show went well
except for someone trying to steal stuff
(they got caught, by the police no less who knew the guy,
and were hanging around)
so that was a depression start,
though we were happy to have the things returned.
the music was great from the other bands
and a good time was had.
we are still open to bands / artists rehearsing
or using the space for fabrication etc.
so just email me ilcorralvox@gmail.com
with any interested parties.
i miss the ocean...
being inland is claustrophobic sometimes
it began to rain a bit today though
which added some cleanliness to the accumulation of dirt
and smog air
i think drinking tap water has aggravated the natives...
that amoung other things.
but our next show should be good.
something for your ears to delight in.
and it will be great to have a rest for awhile.
Thursday, August 16, 2007
shadows and the inside mind
this weekend's show is going to be insane.
i wonder what will occur...
i am glad to be going last
i believe the noise will become the silences
over which more noise must be made
that becomes the inverted pattern
resonating into itself to
provide blank space again.
we are getting back to function
in some alignment at the center of the
hurricane, i wonder,
i have been talking to dave
from shadowcircus
and we will be hosting them again
late fall or early winter.
i will be glad to have back such
wonderful people
and their puppets.
i wonder what will occur...
i am glad to be going last
i believe the noise will become the silences
over which more noise must be made
that becomes the inverted pattern
resonating into itself to
provide blank space again.
we are getting back to function
in some alignment at the center of the
hurricane, i wonder,
i have been talking to dave
from shadowcircus
and we will be hosting them again
late fall or early winter.
i will be glad to have back such
wonderful people
and their puppets.
Monday, August 13, 2007
absurdly good times
so much has gone on since shadow circus was here...
they are returning in november,
so that is momentous.
NOISEPOLLINATION was a festivity
that is counted among my favorite experiences now.
it took a great deal of recovery,
simply because it was such an undertaking,
but steve really created something extraordinary -
i just held on for the ride.
our relationship with the theatre next door:
sacred fools
is burgeoning in fine form.
the exchange of spaces is quite remarkable,
and i feel it is a mark of passage
that we have now been able throw a fest
which had two venues to host it.
tonight they are holding auditions here again;
part of the ongoing barter.
pancake - the new resident canine friend -
almost two months old,
is ineffably charming
(though with piranha teeth)
and i think she will grow up to be a fine
corral member...
we are hosting an experimental night
of recycled music
not-real-time collaboration through recordings
this saturday
which i am highly interested to see the evolution of...
starting the night will be our three residents
georgia, scott & lilly
'spartacus'
whose sounds are melodic and sweet
but a force to be recokoned with for sure...
the harsh noise v. metal show was mind.blowing.
we are having visitors from portland on a wednesday soon,
a duo i am glad to host, childhood friends
and howardamb will be playing to compliment the scene
i am looking forward to seeing them again.
and i am bravely stepping into the realm of curating words
out loud
with music
probably written then performed
in collaboration with a local poet
b. constantine
who is a mentor to a dear friend departing
(omega)
i will do a night devoted to this art
soon,
and have already found interested music people/writers/speakers
which i am talking with.
if we are an experimental venue
- what of words -
they are archaic in origin yes,
but can they be dealt with in new light as well?
i believe so...
though not by me...
no,
but i am glad to host.
i enjoy letting others
paint a bill
then i listen/watch
rapt...
i can know that someone has put all their
extra energy into it,
where it seems i have none,...
how much this place has been thru,
the neighborhood is so rich now,
with a vegan restaurant right across the street,
but it is sad to see
the 'for lease' sign over mondo rob's place
...mondo video has been there for so many years,
long before we were here,
and they have hosted many many things,
quite different from an all-ages existence,
a bit out of my range of aesthetics,
but that place marks land
and has a section called "musicals from hell"
among other fascinating nomenclature for videos...
and now the rent is too much,
i know what he talks about...
"foot traffic"
the feeder of retail,
is non-existant here in many ways...
despite the vibrance of the community,
it is ironic,
but i do wonder what will go in his place,
he is going to make a documentary of his times.
he is leaving at the end of september.
who will be our new neighbors i wonder?
what strange space to make new...
talking to him reminded me what we are doing here...
it has always been a challenge
though these days our troubles are so much less violent...
after the recent burlesque part of the puppet show
sparked conversation about "all-ages"
and what we expected to do about more "adult"
"art"
i realized that the fear of getting shut down
for doing anything is reason to think,
but within reason...
frank moore is coming for two days in a row
as the folks from dung mummy (curating the show)
ran into some controversy concerning the content of his performance
in the other scheduled venue.
i am not one of the people in this fine world
who is unabashed regarding nudity.
i am painfully shy,
and feel awkward, possibly more than most,
feel inundated by the sexuality of this city,
so these shows challenge me in part of my mind,
but i had never thought of saying no to the work itself...
that did not seem an option.
that did not seem right.
this is a different context,
and especially regarding frank moore's performance,
is a revelation unfolding,
a peeling back of the psyche...
"art" is a reflection perhaps, the piece of moving glass
for us to look in and see all these reactions
the triggers of our brain.
the human body is - and always will be -
a controversial site.
the fluids of the body,
the acts done with it,
are surrounded by cultural significance.
personal experiences fetishize or fatalize the processes...
few aspects of it are left neutral...
i think it is because i have spent so much time
thinking of myself as energy,
that i cannot fathom relating to the body
in any other way that i do.
i delight in the transcendent,
and i know i am in the minority truly,
but my relation to living is different from most.
what of all this,
?
it is of no consequence really,
but is my devotion to the all-ages reality
stronger than any art?
lucky for us we are subterranean
and under the radar of such concerns.
there are so many places in this seedy city
distracting illegalities
far more important than us.
let us hope it remains that way as long as possible,
for these are the magic times,
and though i partially resent the spark
(an innocent and well-meant comment)
which forced me to regard all this,
i know that those choices are far.
i simply cannot bend under the thought of it,
and must go forward strong.
the whole world could end tomorrow...
it feels that way,
as it has for everyone
since the beginning of everyone i guess,
but i try to focus on where i am
and what i can do in this short span,
in these absurdly good times...
they are returning in november,
so that is momentous.
NOISEPOLLINATION was a festivity
that is counted among my favorite experiences now.
it took a great deal of recovery,
simply because it was such an undertaking,
but steve really created something extraordinary -
i just held on for the ride.
our relationship with the theatre next door:
sacred fools
is burgeoning in fine form.
the exchange of spaces is quite remarkable,
and i feel it is a mark of passage
that we have now been able throw a fest
which had two venues to host it.
tonight they are holding auditions here again;
part of the ongoing barter.
pancake - the new resident canine friend -
almost two months old,
is ineffably charming
(though with piranha teeth)
and i think she will grow up to be a fine
corral member...
we are hosting an experimental night
of recycled music
not-real-time collaboration through recordings
this saturday
which i am highly interested to see the evolution of...
starting the night will be our three residents
georgia, scott & lilly
'spartacus'
whose sounds are melodic and sweet
but a force to be recokoned with for sure...
the harsh noise v. metal show was mind.blowing.
we are having visitors from portland on a wednesday soon,
a duo i am glad to host, childhood friends
and howardamb will be playing to compliment the scene
i am looking forward to seeing them again.
and i am bravely stepping into the realm of curating words
out loud
with music
probably written then performed
in collaboration with a local poet
b. constantine
who is a mentor to a dear friend departing
(omega)
i will do a night devoted to this art
soon,
and have already found interested music people/writers/speakers
which i am talking with.
if we are an experimental venue
- what of words -
they are archaic in origin yes,
but can they be dealt with in new light as well?
i believe so...
though not by me...
no,
but i am glad to host.
i enjoy letting others
paint a bill
then i listen/watch
rapt...
i can know that someone has put all their
extra energy into it,
where it seems i have none,...
how much this place has been thru,
the neighborhood is so rich now,
with a vegan restaurant right across the street,
but it is sad to see
the 'for lease' sign over mondo rob's place
...mondo video has been there for so many years,
long before we were here,
and they have hosted many many things,
quite different from an all-ages existence,
a bit out of my range of aesthetics,
but that place marks land
and has a section called "musicals from hell"
among other fascinating nomenclature for videos...
and now the rent is too much,
i know what he talks about...
"foot traffic"
the feeder of retail,
is non-existant here in many ways...
despite the vibrance of the community,
it is ironic,
but i do wonder what will go in his place,
he is going to make a documentary of his times.
he is leaving at the end of september.
who will be our new neighbors i wonder?
what strange space to make new...
talking to him reminded me what we are doing here...
it has always been a challenge
though these days our troubles are so much less violent...
after the recent burlesque part of the puppet show
sparked conversation about "all-ages"
and what we expected to do about more "adult"
"art"
i realized that the fear of getting shut down
for doing anything is reason to think,
but within reason...
frank moore is coming for two days in a row
as the folks from dung mummy (curating the show)
ran into some controversy concerning the content of his performance
in the other scheduled venue.
i am not one of the people in this fine world
who is unabashed regarding nudity.
i am painfully shy,
and feel awkward, possibly more than most,
feel inundated by the sexuality of this city,
so these shows challenge me in part of my mind,
but i had never thought of saying no to the work itself...
that did not seem an option.
that did not seem right.
this is a different context,
and especially regarding frank moore's performance,
is a revelation unfolding,
a peeling back of the psyche...
"art" is a reflection perhaps, the piece of moving glass
for us to look in and see all these reactions
the triggers of our brain.
the human body is - and always will be -
a controversial site.
the fluids of the body,
the acts done with it,
are surrounded by cultural significance.
personal experiences fetishize or fatalize the processes...
few aspects of it are left neutral...
i think it is because i have spent so much time
thinking of myself as energy,
that i cannot fathom relating to the body
in any other way that i do.
i delight in the transcendent,
and i know i am in the minority truly,
but my relation to living is different from most.
what of all this,
?
it is of no consequence really,
but is my devotion to the all-ages reality
stronger than any art?
lucky for us we are subterranean
and under the radar of such concerns.
there are so many places in this seedy city
distracting illegalities
far more important than us.
let us hope it remains that way as long as possible,
for these are the magic times,
and though i partially resent the spark
(an innocent and well-meant comment)
which forced me to regard all this,
i know that those choices are far.
i simply cannot bend under the thought of it,
and must go forward strong.
the whole world could end tomorrow...
it feels that way,
as it has for everyone
since the beginning of everyone i guess,
but i try to focus on where i am
and what i can do in this short span,
in these absurdly good times...
Sunday, July 15, 2007
Saturday, July 14, 2007
shadowcircus...and the shadow of the psyche
tonight is the puppet troupe from s.f.
i am superexcited!
i think it will be a delightfully surprising night!
things are going well here.
i purged a lot of thought recently on the "myspace" blog
bavab bavab is playing about once a month or so now,
which was really as much as we've been playing,
but it is becoming more smooth
to setup and rehearse and play
as all things do with time.
we are playing next saturday with some fabulous performers:
Vaginals w/Fantastic Magic,
Spirit Bears, Bavab Bavab,
Sumako, Neptunabis
DUNG MUMMY @ il corral
Saturday, July 21, 2007 @ 10:00 PM
.................
right now the end of the world bookshop is open.
we sold a fascinating book of front pages from the
la times
decades old...
it was so cool,
and i put it out on the one dollar table...
i should've kept it for the house
so anyone could read it,
but it got snagged up as soon as i
opened the door.
oh well,
many people have enjoyed it,
so maybe it was time to move on.
**********
NOISEPOLLINATION is coming up
the last weekend of this month
i'm really excited about it,
for the extraordinary people that will be
performing and audiencing,
but also because it has been a community effort
we are collaborating with the theatre space next door
so we will host friday and saturday with their space as well
that will be an adventure in and of itself...
then sunday we have worked with juan
from next door,
to use the parkinglot for the
...bouncy castle...
i'm really into this.
i think it is a great release
and so fun
********
i am trying to limit myself to only saturday shows
because we simply do not have the resources to
host shows more than that...
but it is hard when there are
so many interesting artists
submitting work...
oh,
and we are going to be hosting a new artist
(visual)
for august
so if anyone is interested send some images
or a link or something...
drop by during a show and show me some work
and we can talk.
this is not an art gallery,
it is an all-ages space
and it gets rowdy
i have some ways to secure pieces high up
or in display cases,
but in general someone
would have to safety proof their own work
or allow it to be shaped by the many individuals
who come thru here...
(as our current artist wylie has been)
***************
it is too bright a day to talk of internal affairs
i will leave that for another time,
and just enjoy this effortless warmth
***
love & ruckus.
i am superexcited!
i think it will be a delightfully surprising night!
things are going well here.
i purged a lot of thought recently on the "myspace" blog
bavab bavab is playing about once a month or so now,
which was really as much as we've been playing,
but it is becoming more smooth
to setup and rehearse and play
as all things do with time.
we are playing next saturday with some fabulous performers:
Vaginals w/Fantastic Magic,
Spirit Bears, Bavab Bavab,
Sumako, Neptunabis
DUNG MUMMY @ il corral
Saturday, July 21, 2007 @ 10:00 PM
.................
right now the end of the world bookshop is open.
we sold a fascinating book of front pages from the
la times
decades old...
it was so cool,
and i put it out on the one dollar table...
i should've kept it for the house
so anyone could read it,
but it got snagged up as soon as i
opened the door.
oh well,
many people have enjoyed it,
so maybe it was time to move on.
**********
NOISEPOLLINATION is coming up
the last weekend of this month
i'm really excited about it,
for the extraordinary people that will be
performing and audiencing,
but also because it has been a community effort
we are collaborating with the theatre space next door
so we will host friday and saturday with their space as well
that will be an adventure in and of itself...
then sunday we have worked with juan
from next door,
to use the parkinglot for the
...bouncy castle...
i'm really into this.
i think it is a great release
and so fun
********
i am trying to limit myself to only saturday shows
because we simply do not have the resources to
host shows more than that...
but it is hard when there are
so many interesting artists
submitting work...
oh,
and we are going to be hosting a new artist
(visual)
for august
so if anyone is interested send some images
or a link or something...
drop by during a show and show me some work
and we can talk.
this is not an art gallery,
it is an all-ages space
and it gets rowdy
i have some ways to secure pieces high up
or in display cases,
but in general someone
would have to safety proof their own work
or allow it to be shaped by the many individuals
who come thru here...
(as our current artist wylie has been)
***************
it is too bright a day to talk of internal affairs
i will leave that for another time,
and just enjoy this effortless warmth
***
love & ruckus.
Monday, July 2, 2007
from here on out...
fracturing is i suppose inevitable, but it is so tragic nevertheless
it does change things and free up energies that were
previously stagnent or not properly used
sometimes i wish i could explain everything
what beauty is here, what history
and really give my experience,...
i suppose that is one of the chief purposes
of writing,
but i can't ever seem to capture the most amazing things
they ellude their own telling
they are special for those there only,
and there is something to be said for that.
apart from that, i am very excited for noisepollination
and we have just heard that our favorite : treasure mammal
is going to be performing in the bouncy castle!
this is very good, and we have to figure out how many people
to let in with him...
because christ with braces planned to play in the bouncy castle
(that was one of mine and stane's dreams)
but there are a bunch of us and treasure mammal
well, it's so much better to really be there...
i think we may have to have some sort of tag in /tag out
thing going on...
but i might even be tempted to stay over too long,
so i don't know how it will work.
juan had one next door tonight
and it was a cars themed one...
it was pretty small, but you could jump really high
(it seemed, i didn't get to test it out)
i think something with a pretty princess theme might be funny
or i think sponge bob was in the running.
anyway, i just felt so sad about the other day
when i had to think about the idea that people wouldn't know
what really happened
and part of me wants to just let it lie in its grave
but that sort of thing is like poison,
and i felt it needed to be documented
as truth.
there was a great block party here this weekend, sunday...
we met some great activists, and just bike people and just people,
it was fun
i'm tired still from this weekend, and i hope soon for rest.
hopefully in fall we'll be hosting a fundraiser for one of the bike org.s
so i'll hear more about that soon, and pass it on.
mad love.
it does change things and free up energies that were
previously stagnent or not properly used
sometimes i wish i could explain everything
what beauty is here, what history
and really give my experience,...
i suppose that is one of the chief purposes
of writing,
but i can't ever seem to capture the most amazing things
they ellude their own telling
they are special for those there only,
and there is something to be said for that.
apart from that, i am very excited for noisepollination
and we have just heard that our favorite : treasure mammal
is going to be performing in the bouncy castle!
this is very good, and we have to figure out how many people
to let in with him...
because christ with braces planned to play in the bouncy castle
(that was one of mine and stane's dreams)
but there are a bunch of us and treasure mammal
well, it's so much better to really be there...
i think we may have to have some sort of tag in /tag out
thing going on...
but i might even be tempted to stay over too long,
so i don't know how it will work.
juan had one next door tonight
and it was a cars themed one...
it was pretty small, but you could jump really high
(it seemed, i didn't get to test it out)
i think something with a pretty princess theme might be funny
or i think sponge bob was in the running.
anyway, i just felt so sad about the other day
when i had to think about the idea that people wouldn't know
what really happened
and part of me wants to just let it lie in its grave
but that sort of thing is like poison,
and i felt it needed to be documented
as truth.
there was a great block party here this weekend, sunday...
we met some great activists, and just bike people and just people,
it was fun
i'm tired still from this weekend, and i hope soon for rest.
hopefully in fall we'll be hosting a fundraiser for one of the bike org.s
so i'll hear more about that soon, and pass it on.
mad love.
Saturday, June 30, 2007
ahh...memories...
it's funny when all we have is
a strange amalgam of online opinion
to document this multifaceted time of art.
recently, when hearing that my letter
was removed from the noiseboard,
(this, i have now found may or may not be true)
i can't go on that forum,
my voice is very small compared to others...
but in thinking about how that clique
is so devoted to their own
(as any group - who can fault them)
i realized that people won't know the truth
about the whole situation.
so here is the quick history of il corral
stane put down the thousands of dollars
to secure what is now il corral
and bob b. with another roommate (mike) moved in.
shows started in january two years ago
soon after, the place not being to his carpet-liking tastes
mike, the other roommate, left
and i took his place in april
since then the three of us ran the place
stane and i with bob,
until bob decided he too needed carpet and
a house to buy of his own
so he left in novemeber
to go on an extended european and u.s. tour
when he returned there was thought that he would
rent a room,
which didn't seem to his liking eventually
so he left
on the outside it was verbal contracts being based in true faith
we had set up to buy the sound system
already having paid $96 from a donation to him
with his thumbprint on the wall charting our progress...
evidently there was something amiss with bob
that i was wholly unaware with
after leaving no word to us and taking the sound system
(which he had made a verbal contract with me
signed his thumbprint to the money we had already given him,
and we were family.
we were family, and he betrayed us so cruelly
from where i'll never know...)
when he left, he did not just choose to go elsewhere
he sent an inflammatory lie to the noiseboard
and to our group (at that time a yahoo group)
which stated that stane and i had stolen
$1000 from turn the screws (winter festival)
at the time i of course went through the books
and could account for all but $120.
but bob was right about something
stane and i did not have our finances talking to each other.
actually, when all was said and done
the house owed us $264 from emergency fees
paid during the festival for the bathroom overflowing.
from turn the screws -
bob saw us cut the check to the plumbers.
when i made this statement in writing on the noiseboard
it was met with accusations and name-calling
that was suspiciously violent,
and those who truly supported us
who showed their colors.
obviously, there lies a greater system than i first understood.
to talk of these things sickens me,
but i had to finally make the statement about the situation.
bob lied, had no basis for his lie,
and never asked us about the money
before making his slander.
since then we have gone through another
set of collaborators,
and now, we have some artists here
who are really on it.
simple things, like cleaning,
or helping with the door,
and being excited about this place
goes a long way.
i hope i will enjoy to watch it grow.
the memories of bob's betrayal
echo through the awkwardness of his friends
as we see them in mutual spaces...
luckily many of them are not welcome
and they figured that out quickly.
this is not the way i would want it...
i would want it to be the way it was...
it was such synergy, and
even with egos and logistics and threats of physical violence
it was worth it.
it was so beautiful,
and bob wanted that to die.
it is as the story of the bird.
the buddha as a young man
and his cousin
were out in the forest,
as his cousin loved the hunt.
he shot a bird and claimed it was his.
the buddha said that the bird was not dead,
so he would heal it,
and that he rightly owned it.
they took their disputes to the judges
who said that the life of anything
belongs to the one who will care
and nourish it
not the one who
would kill it
this is our place, for you, because we want to nourish it.
for those who are still loyal to the idea
of this all-ages mayhem
i send my greatest love.
to those who are new:
know that much drama has occurred
to get this place as stable as it is now.
but that if reconciliation is possible on all counts
it will take very slow time.
but my heart breaks as i say these things.
it is always hard,
i accepted that it always would be
when i committed to staying through all storm or blossom,
but when there is the magic of a show
where everyone is not just touched but hit & knocked over
by what they are doing or seeing or being part of...
that is when i forget the past,
and see the future as a bright and promising now.
so i can withstand any attack,
any drama,
i diffuse it and refuse to become it's slave.
but for the record,
which other people didn't want anyone to know about
there was NEVER any money taken out of the house
to pay for anything but the house.
there was one month when we had a mass amounts of
shows and rentals.
it was the rentals that took 18 dollars
off of each of our rent,
and that was a great day,
because we were struggling.
that's the truth,
plain and simple.
and for posterity,
i want it known.
because now is our time,
to create the art that is memory
and to mold memory into the immortal art.
i want this place to become great to the people
who come here,
and that is all i want.
the few the present
the artists of our time
without budgets and egos
now when we're somewhat pure
if that even exists...
sub-avant-garde...guarding nothing but our right to thrive.
this place is blessed and i am so thankful
to everyone who has believed in it.
my eternal gratitude and respect.
a strange amalgam of online opinion
to document this multifaceted time of art.
recently, when hearing that my letter
was removed from the noiseboard,
(this, i have now found may or may not be true)
i can't go on that forum,
my voice is very small compared to others...
but in thinking about how that clique
is so devoted to their own
(as any group - who can fault them)
i realized that people won't know the truth
about the whole situation.
so here is the quick history of il corral
stane put down the thousands of dollars
to secure what is now il corral
and bob b. with another roommate (mike) moved in.
shows started in january two years ago
soon after, the place not being to his carpet-liking tastes
mike, the other roommate, left
and i took his place in april
since then the three of us ran the place
stane and i with bob,
until bob decided he too needed carpet and
a house to buy of his own
so he left in novemeber
to go on an extended european and u.s. tour
when he returned there was thought that he would
rent a room,
which didn't seem to his liking eventually
so he left
on the outside it was verbal contracts being based in true faith
we had set up to buy the sound system
already having paid $96 from a donation to him
with his thumbprint on the wall charting our progress...
evidently there was something amiss with bob
that i was wholly unaware with
after leaving no word to us and taking the sound system
(which he had made a verbal contract with me
signed his thumbprint to the money we had already given him,
and we were family.
we were family, and he betrayed us so cruelly
from where i'll never know...)
when he left, he did not just choose to go elsewhere
he sent an inflammatory lie to the noiseboard
and to our group (at that time a yahoo group)
which stated that stane and i had stolen
$1000 from turn the screws (winter festival)
at the time i of course went through the books
and could account for all but $120.
but bob was right about something
stane and i did not have our finances talking to each other.
actually, when all was said and done
the house owed us $264 from emergency fees
paid during the festival for the bathroom overflowing.
from turn the screws -
bob saw us cut the check to the plumbers.
when i made this statement in writing on the noiseboard
it was met with accusations and name-calling
that was suspiciously violent,
and those who truly supported us
who showed their colors.
obviously, there lies a greater system than i first understood.
to talk of these things sickens me,
but i had to finally make the statement about the situation.
bob lied, had no basis for his lie,
and never asked us about the money
before making his slander.
since then we have gone through another
set of collaborators,
and now, we have some artists here
who are really on it.
simple things, like cleaning,
or helping with the door,
and being excited about this place
goes a long way.
i hope i will enjoy to watch it grow.
the memories of bob's betrayal
echo through the awkwardness of his friends
as we see them in mutual spaces...
luckily many of them are not welcome
and they figured that out quickly.
this is not the way i would want it...
i would want it to be the way it was...
it was such synergy, and
even with egos and logistics and threats of physical violence
it was worth it.
it was so beautiful,
and bob wanted that to die.
it is as the story of the bird.
the buddha as a young man
and his cousin
were out in the forest,
as his cousin loved the hunt.
he shot a bird and claimed it was his.
the buddha said that the bird was not dead,
so he would heal it,
and that he rightly owned it.
they took their disputes to the judges
who said that the life of anything
belongs to the one who will care
and nourish it
not the one who
would kill it
this is our place, for you, because we want to nourish it.
for those who are still loyal to the idea
of this all-ages mayhem
i send my greatest love.
to those who are new:
know that much drama has occurred
to get this place as stable as it is now.
but that if reconciliation is possible on all counts
it will take very slow time.
but my heart breaks as i say these things.
it is always hard,
i accepted that it always would be
when i committed to staying through all storm or blossom,
but when there is the magic of a show
where everyone is not just touched but hit & knocked over
by what they are doing or seeing or being part of...
that is when i forget the past,
and see the future as a bright and promising now.
so i can withstand any attack,
any drama,
i diffuse it and refuse to become it's slave.
but for the record,
which other people didn't want anyone to know about
there was NEVER any money taken out of the house
to pay for anything but the house.
there was one month when we had a mass amounts of
shows and rentals.
it was the rentals that took 18 dollars
off of each of our rent,
and that was a great day,
because we were struggling.
that's the truth,
plain and simple.
and for posterity,
i want it known.
because now is our time,
to create the art that is memory
and to mold memory into the immortal art.
i want this place to become great to the people
who come here,
and that is all i want.
the few the present
the artists of our time
without budgets and egos
now when we're somewhat pure
if that even exists...
sub-avant-garde...guarding nothing but our right to thrive.
this place is blessed and i am so thankful
to everyone who has believed in it.
my eternal gratitude and respect.
Friday, June 22, 2007
welcome to summer, e=mc2, we are all just atoms
solstice was yesterday, we had a great night - real chill.
celebrated with friends and food!
there is a new vegan restaurant
right across from the bike kitchen
and scoops (ice cream delectables - 4 flavors vegan everyday fresh)
it is in the pure luck restaurant space
which had great food, but this
this is a vegan restaurant that is cheap for vegan food
and it is a couple hundred yards away...
we had their spring rolls
so delicious...i'm really excited about this because
there is such a vibrant community here, and this is the cherry on top!
***
so i have been reading a book published in 1948
about einstein and his revolutionary new envisioning of the universe...
at the time the book was written he was in his early sixties
i have an avid interest in physics,
especially as it relates to metaphysics
and this book (thankfully only 100 pages or so)
is a great bit of reading
that makes me appreciate being a human being
in this vast seemingly endless and ever expanding universe.
a most fascinating thought was that a certain star: arcturus
sent out light that reached the optic nerves of scientists "now"
(being 1948)
but that is just ghost light which left in 1910 to reach earth
at that moment in time...
the author lincoln barnett writes:
"whether arcturus even exists "now" nature forbids us to know until 1986"
i had known that stars light reach us much later than
they are actually burning where they are at,
but i was so intrigued by the idea that i could
as a member of the year 2007
research and find out if the star still exists...
the theory of relativity disavows the previously newtonian concept
of the universe as a machine,
and einstein basically determined that everything can only be measured
by the relative systems it is part of,
and that the whole universe has hugely diverse patterns of gravitation
and energy.
so i finally understood the famous equation...
(more than i did before anyway)
mass is energy stored, energy has mass
it is all matter...
so e is the energy
m is the value of mass
and c is the speed of light
a mind-blowing 186,284 miles a second
and it has been established
that this is the fastest thing we know of
(at least by 1948)
as i'm reading this book,
i feel like i know even less of what is going on today in physics
if only because the increse of knowledge is so great...
but these principles seem to still hold true,
even though i recall in recent years
an article that could possibly shed more light on our
vast universe than even einstein did...
the book is written only with "he" as the scientists
but i've trained myself to include "she"
in any sentence that leaves "her" out...
i remember reading the poetry of an astronomer
who was accomplished in both fields,
and the metaphysics, the beauty of our four dimensional existence,
was captured so eloquently.
she was quite an inspiration to me...
since i have always held the belief that a writer
or any artist
creates more relevant and valuable work
when interested in learning the most about everything...
my dear friend from school
recently finished his novel
and it made me realize again that
i have been exceedingly lucky to pursue art
and that someday, when my novel is done,
(perhaps when i'm 80 if i live that long)
i hope to synthesize all the knowledge i've sought
and been taught
because physics seems to make me feel connected,
interconnected and lucky to be the favored human being
in a whirling mass of energy and space
our lives are a gift,
and i only hope that we can learn how important
every little thing is in our eco-system and universe
how delicate the balance,
how important the consciousness of our small planet's resources.
and the most exciting thing is that
someday with improved technology and research
we could really tap into the energy we are surrounded by
thus ending our suicidal dependence on energy sources that pollute
which we get only a fraction of their actual potential to
generate energy.
"one kilogram of coal (about two pounds" barnett writes,
"if converted entirely into energy,
would yield 25 billion kilowatt hours of electricity
or as much as all the power plants in the u.s. could generate by running
steadily for two months."
beyond knowing a bit more about mass and energy,
the initial description of how relativity is related to our
limited senses, was comforting...
that may seem odd, to take away all perception...
to show that there is no "middle c" and there is no "red color" truly
that endless points of distinction exist between any two points
which blows away even the system of microtonal music...
but i find it comforting...
these "new" understandings of the universe and our relation to it
very much feel like the math behind zen.
i am only half way through this book, and i'm really enjoying it.
it makes me realize how little i know...
and how little even scientists know...
i hope it can humble us as a vastly distant group of humans.
i hope that the fact that potable water is not accessible
in cities except to purchase,
and is so contaminated that it causes diseases in children,
will someday soon bring the people to rise up
and demand that where they live,
be respected as part of them...
these are grand ideas,
all i do is recycle and bike whenever possible,...
but small changes - if everyone, or even thousands of people made them
would make a huge difference.
we are all just atoms....everything is....
no matter where in the world
celebrated with friends and food!
there is a new vegan restaurant
right across from the bike kitchen
and scoops (ice cream delectables - 4 flavors vegan everyday fresh)
it is in the pure luck restaurant space
which had great food, but this
this is a vegan restaurant that is cheap for vegan food
and it is a couple hundred yards away...
we had their spring rolls
so delicious...i'm really excited about this because
there is such a vibrant community here, and this is the cherry on top!
***
so i have been reading a book published in 1948
about einstein and his revolutionary new envisioning of the universe...
at the time the book was written he was in his early sixties
i have an avid interest in physics,
especially as it relates to metaphysics
and this book (thankfully only 100 pages or so)
is a great bit of reading
that makes me appreciate being a human being
in this vast seemingly endless and ever expanding universe.
a most fascinating thought was that a certain star: arcturus
sent out light that reached the optic nerves of scientists "now"
(being 1948)
but that is just ghost light which left in 1910 to reach earth
at that moment in time...
the author lincoln barnett writes:
"whether arcturus even exists "now" nature forbids us to know until 1986"
i had known that stars light reach us much later than
they are actually burning where they are at,
but i was so intrigued by the idea that i could
as a member of the year 2007
research and find out if the star still exists...
the theory of relativity disavows the previously newtonian concept
of the universe as a machine,
and einstein basically determined that everything can only be measured
by the relative systems it is part of,
and that the whole universe has hugely diverse patterns of gravitation
and energy.
so i finally understood the famous equation...
(more than i did before anyway)
mass is energy stored, energy has mass
it is all matter...
so e is the energy
m is the value of mass
and c is the speed of light
a mind-blowing 186,284 miles a second
and it has been established
that this is the fastest thing we know of
(at least by 1948)
as i'm reading this book,
i feel like i know even less of what is going on today in physics
if only because the increse of knowledge is so great...
but these principles seem to still hold true,
even though i recall in recent years
an article that could possibly shed more light on our
vast universe than even einstein did...
the book is written only with "he" as the scientists
but i've trained myself to include "she"
in any sentence that leaves "her" out...
i remember reading the poetry of an astronomer
who was accomplished in both fields,
and the metaphysics, the beauty of our four dimensional existence,
was captured so eloquently.
she was quite an inspiration to me...
since i have always held the belief that a writer
or any artist
creates more relevant and valuable work
when interested in learning the most about everything...
my dear friend from school
recently finished his novel
and it made me realize again that
i have been exceedingly lucky to pursue art
and that someday, when my novel is done,
(perhaps when i'm 80 if i live that long)
i hope to synthesize all the knowledge i've sought
and been taught
because physics seems to make me feel connected,
interconnected and lucky to be the favored human being
in a whirling mass of energy and space
our lives are a gift,
and i only hope that we can learn how important
every little thing is in our eco-system and universe
how delicate the balance,
how important the consciousness of our small planet's resources.
and the most exciting thing is that
someday with improved technology and research
we could really tap into the energy we are surrounded by
thus ending our suicidal dependence on energy sources that pollute
which we get only a fraction of their actual potential to
generate energy.
"one kilogram of coal (about two pounds" barnett writes,
"if converted entirely into energy,
would yield 25 billion kilowatt hours of electricity
or as much as all the power plants in the u.s. could generate by running
steadily for two months."
beyond knowing a bit more about mass and energy,
the initial description of how relativity is related to our
limited senses, was comforting...
that may seem odd, to take away all perception...
to show that there is no "middle c" and there is no "red color" truly
that endless points of distinction exist between any two points
which blows away even the system of microtonal music...
but i find it comforting...
these "new" understandings of the universe and our relation to it
very much feel like the math behind zen.
i am only half way through this book, and i'm really enjoying it.
it makes me realize how little i know...
and how little even scientists know...
i hope it can humble us as a vastly distant group of humans.
i hope that the fact that potable water is not accessible
in cities except to purchase,
and is so contaminated that it causes diseases in children,
will someday soon bring the people to rise up
and demand that where they live,
be respected as part of them...
these are grand ideas,
all i do is recycle and bike whenever possible,...
but small changes - if everyone, or even thousands of people made them
would make a huge difference.
we are all just atoms....everything is....
no matter where in the world
Sunday, June 17, 2007
Tuesday, June 12, 2007
the mild air
stane and i just went to dangerous curve on sunday
and it was beautiful to be there during the day...
the place is all light and brick and white walls.
from outside during quieter moments
you could hear neighborhood birds.
during our stay we witnessed the mesmerizing installation
where tissue paper flowers bloom connecting to electronic boards
...water circulates thru the geometric frame
and falls into a large shell
the whole thing moves and seems to breathe
i was so glad someone plugged it in between performances.
it is called...(a hymn for world peace) by Anna Kim
it will be there:may 19 to june 23, 2007
stane played with a fabulous trombone player and igor
in igor's project ogogo
tj troy, a percussion player, was accompanied
in some of his compositions by
a reed player and a wind instrumentalist
who filled the room with staggered breaths and resonant tones
and tj played a last piece with loops
of so many cymbals and mallet hits
while live charcoal painting occurred
on three white doors hung near the side
this was pure charcoal, large pieces of burnt, blackened wood
and shards on the floor
by sayo mitsuishi
whose performance with the objects was art in itself....
it was a wonderful afternoon.
we rarely go to other events
because we are so involved with what we do here,
but it was fabulous to go out to dangerous curve,
the people who run it are so generous and kind.
it was nice to talk to them
and hear them say that they don't get to go out much either!
though we had to leave in a hurry to be here for the metal show
(which was populated by some of the most kind people,
hosted by bloodmoney)
i was quite happy with the adventure
from il corral to a more blank spaciousness of an artspace...
i could not live in that all the time,
because nothing i am in will remain white-walled for very long
but i enjoyed the different environment, and the friends there.
***
this weekend coming up we have an art opening for wylie,
the maker of much of our resident artwork
wylie will also be playing music that evening
along with other new/new composers so that will be rad.
he is phenomenal on stand up bass
(which i love - those deep low tones...)
after wylie's opening we will be hosting artists
monthly or bi-monthly depending on their whereabouts.
so many of his works i'm attached to now,
and i hope he will let some remain,
but we will be open for another artist
to hang and show for a bit by the beginning of august.
and it looks like there will be more puppetry be presented here...
i have such a fascination with the art...
marionettes, mannequins or fuzzy puppet beasties
they are intriguing to watch
operating as an instant metaphor in climaxes
and a devoted trope thru quiet scenes.
perhaps it is also appealing that it is
performance which completely removes ego self
often even hiding the artist behind the puppet
it has the feeling moreso of a painting in that the artist is concealed...
yet this is live...
there are the hands moving the strings
or sets
when we hosted the sunset chronicles
by the third time i had seen the show
i was focused more on the many people
crossing each other above the scaled down stage
and the looks on their faces,
the movements of their whole bodies
to give life to the characters below them
it is not something i have seen often
but when i have it has surely struck me
like so many things i have been privileged to experience
we may not be free to leave as much as others are
but we can devote ourselves to this building and filling it with sound
with movement and color
i care for little else
but the small part i keep alive
is reason enough
***
and it was beautiful to be there during the day...
the place is all light and brick and white walls.
from outside during quieter moments
you could hear neighborhood birds.
during our stay we witnessed the mesmerizing installation
where tissue paper flowers bloom connecting to electronic boards
...water circulates thru the geometric frame
and falls into a large shell
the whole thing moves and seems to breathe
i was so glad someone plugged it in between performances.
it is called...(a hymn for world peace) by Anna Kim
it will be there:may 19 to june 23, 2007
stane played with a fabulous trombone player and igor
in igor's project ogogo
tj troy, a percussion player, was accompanied
in some of his compositions by
a reed player and a wind instrumentalist
who filled the room with staggered breaths and resonant tones
and tj played a last piece with loops
of so many cymbals and mallet hits
while live charcoal painting occurred
on three white doors hung near the side
this was pure charcoal, large pieces of burnt, blackened wood
and shards on the floor
by sayo mitsuishi
whose performance with the objects was art in itself....
it was a wonderful afternoon.
we rarely go to other events
because we are so involved with what we do here,
but it was fabulous to go out to dangerous curve,
the people who run it are so generous and kind.
it was nice to talk to them
and hear them say that they don't get to go out much either!
though we had to leave in a hurry to be here for the metal show
(which was populated by some of the most kind people,
hosted by bloodmoney)
i was quite happy with the adventure
from il corral to a more blank spaciousness of an artspace...
i could not live in that all the time,
because nothing i am in will remain white-walled for very long
but i enjoyed the different environment, and the friends there.
***
this weekend coming up we have an art opening for wylie,
the maker of much of our resident artwork
wylie will also be playing music that evening
along with other new/new composers so that will be rad.
he is phenomenal on stand up bass
(which i love - those deep low tones...)
after wylie's opening we will be hosting artists
monthly or bi-monthly depending on their whereabouts.
so many of his works i'm attached to now,
and i hope he will let some remain,
but we will be open for another artist
to hang and show for a bit by the beginning of august.
and it looks like there will be more puppetry be presented here...
i have such a fascination with the art...
marionettes, mannequins or fuzzy puppet beasties
they are intriguing to watch
operating as an instant metaphor in climaxes
and a devoted trope thru quiet scenes.
perhaps it is also appealing that it is
performance which completely removes ego self
often even hiding the artist behind the puppet
it has the feeling moreso of a painting in that the artist is concealed...
yet this is live...
there are the hands moving the strings
or sets
when we hosted the sunset chronicles
by the third time i had seen the show
i was focused more on the many people
crossing each other above the scaled down stage
and the looks on their faces,
the movements of their whole bodies
to give life to the characters below them
it is not something i have seen often
but when i have it has surely struck me
like so many things i have been privileged to experience
we may not be free to leave as much as others are
but we can devote ourselves to this building and filling it with sound
with movement and color
i care for little else
but the small part i keep alive
is reason enough
***
Saturday, June 9, 2007
tonight dung mummy tomorrow metal next weekend the art!
buko is playing tonight.
i hope everyone knows how great she is. she is a fabulous songstix with a banjo.
hop frog nights are always good. good people. good music.
tomorrow is metal night! and it's early - starts @9pm
and we'll be letting folks in thru the parking lot door (back of the building)
so there's a chill sidewalk.
our new art mates are doing well, there is a lot to learn being here, and i try not to overwhelm them,
they are good sports. i am very happy that we got so lucky in finding each other.
il corral has been thru so much. i feel ancient with her.
i am getting the slightest bit less naive as time passes. experience hasn't lost it's message on me, esoteric they may be.
i am really enjoying the artists that we've been hosting, and the shows we've been having.
wylie's art opening and a new composer show is on the 16th (next saturday)
his work has survived months in this place - he should get an award just for that.
i have been thinking much more seriously about sustainability lately, and stane and i are committed to using our van for only work necessities - which means more bus and biking - but my bike seat recently got jacked, and i went over to the kitchen to get another one. the people there are so kind, and have the strength in their demanor of people who are really doing what they want to and believe is right. i love even passing by, and knowing it is there.
i have been so sad lately about this place always being where i am, and not being able to go anywhere because i am so busy, but i have had greetings recently from the fellow who runs echo curio and he can never come to our events becuase he's always having them himself...it made me feel better. that is the sacrifice you make i guess - or at least that is how my life is - but i still love being here and working on the place. i feel less responsible for so many people now, with less shows, and i have been rediscovering calm in moments. i very much enjoy it.
i have had such a great time with my little screamer - my name for the circuit-bent thing i've been playing. there is a good sense of pride in the accomplishment of actually making a circuit-bent thing, and i am hoping to have more workshops, ranging in nature - because i learned so much in that one workshop, and that is a change i want to encourage thru more such days.
hope the change to yet another venue to host words isn't too much of a leap. i've had technical suicides - but hopefully i can keep posting, though my image sharing is super limited right now. as long as there is some record - and archives - i can feel like it has not been in vain. this place has seen some great art, and there is much more to come!...i am humbled by it, and cheered...
i hope everyone knows how great she is. she is a fabulous songstix with a banjo.
hop frog nights are always good. good people. good music.
tomorrow is metal night! and it's early - starts @9pm
and we'll be letting folks in thru the parking lot door (back of the building)
so there's a chill sidewalk.
our new art mates are doing well, there is a lot to learn being here, and i try not to overwhelm them,
they are good sports. i am very happy that we got so lucky in finding each other.
il corral has been thru so much. i feel ancient with her.
i am getting the slightest bit less naive as time passes. experience hasn't lost it's message on me, esoteric they may be.
i am really enjoying the artists that we've been hosting, and the shows we've been having.
wylie's art opening and a new composer show is on the 16th (next saturday)
his work has survived months in this place - he should get an award just for that.
i have been thinking much more seriously about sustainability lately, and stane and i are committed to using our van for only work necessities - which means more bus and biking - but my bike seat recently got jacked, and i went over to the kitchen to get another one. the people there are so kind, and have the strength in their demanor of people who are really doing what they want to and believe is right. i love even passing by, and knowing it is there.
i have been so sad lately about this place always being where i am, and not being able to go anywhere because i am so busy, but i have had greetings recently from the fellow who runs echo curio and he can never come to our events becuase he's always having them himself...it made me feel better. that is the sacrifice you make i guess - or at least that is how my life is - but i still love being here and working on the place. i feel less responsible for so many people now, with less shows, and i have been rediscovering calm in moments. i very much enjoy it.
i have had such a great time with my little screamer - my name for the circuit-bent thing i've been playing. there is a good sense of pride in the accomplishment of actually making a circuit-bent thing, and i am hoping to have more workshops, ranging in nature - because i learned so much in that one workshop, and that is a change i want to encourage thru more such days.
hope the change to yet another venue to host words isn't too much of a leap. i've had technical suicides - but hopefully i can keep posting, though my image sharing is super limited right now. as long as there is some record - and archives - i can feel like it has not been in vain. this place has seen some great art, and there is much more to come!...i am humbled by it, and cheered...
Tuesday, June 5, 2007
ARCHIVES FROM INTERIM.
MAY 30 2007
we have our new studio / artspace partners : lily, scott & georgia. june 1st cory and burgess will be leaving: cory for ventura and burgess for humbolt county.
we have been cleaning and fixing and rebuilding and moving things around. it is so healthy. i am sad for change - nostalgia always blurs vision - but i know all this change is good. we will be more organized as a collective, and more able to keep things at a managable - thriving - place.
after all that has happened - i feel nothing is shocking or death ordeal, yet i will always fight the sub-level stress. what we do is daring, even though it is getting more organized - i forget - what we do is daring, and takes an immense amount of energy and strength. we are getting more help now too, and will grow according to our resources, not outgrow our ability to live.
il corral is a beautiful place, still just on wobbly 2 year old phrases, but walking bravely toward something new.
love.
WYLIE'S ART FOR THE MASSES WITH EXPERIMENTAL SHOW:
we've been lucky to have wylie's art around for many months now, and it's time for his proper opening. so june 16th at 8 pm we'll have an event to be followed at 10 pm by an experimental show.
wylie himself will be playing, probably upright bass (wow) and will be joined by other fantastic composers:
Mark SoRaven Chacon Pixelform
more info as the time comes closer.
so the sidewalk sale was a success! our neighborhood is full of things now in exchange for which we will pay rent on this sub.avant.garde castle.
we have been cleaning - ready for our new people to join! i think you will like them as much as i do. they are good and down.to.earth. artists in a purity of humble warehouse living. it is hard to work here sometimes, in the cave - so much better surely than previous sweatshop that was here - but nonetheless it can become stifling.
the outdoors is a must. this neighborhood is so rich in life. i barely have to go away from walking simply across a street or two and i can get almost anything i need. to be outside and wave to the neighbors is a must. it makes life breathe deeply.
so i am very excited about shadowcircus coming. the " mad puppets" and burlesque performers from san francisco. apparently they sometimes get banned, not too dissimilarly to frank moore who gets denied many places, but can always be welcome at our place.
these posters and cards and images are so tantalizing. it is fun to be involved in a big event - it evokes the glorious awaiting of the grand tent to billow into the horizon, and for the smell of sawdust. il corral doesn't seem too far away. the colors are certainly reminding of the loud bright flavors of carnival.
we are building and moving things, and having another "pay-what-you-can sale" next saturday before the show june 2nd. we will have music equipment and still many clothes, usefulnesses, etc. it always helps us to stay open - so thank you!
the transhumans are curating the show that night and it will be great. tik//tik i haven't seen in awhile, so that will be rad. and the bad trips i haven't seen live. always fabulous to hear / watch dog and of course, i am so impressed with the transhumans, the multiple layer of words and life and sound - all of which are given equal importance in treatment of craft - but themselves wonderful people to work with.
so many people i have really come to depend on as great souls, like steve from dog who is working at such a fine level of organization with noisepollination, i really am enjoying these relaxing times.
i have broken out the watercolors, and am finally working with color again. having been almost exclusively working with collage - already made color - this is another reminder of why painting, especially watercolor, requires devotion.
things are going well here. it is superbusy feeling, and yet settled, but i know the newness of people and place will bring about a fresh thruway in these drafty stones.
i hope that i am not to indulgent in my personal details. i have decided that to successfully document i have to put everything in the same relative place. so to concentrate the accuracy and possibility of daily work.
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