Being one of my favorite people, I was moved to something resembling tears when I got the news several weeks ago that David Letterman married his girlfriend of thirteen years, Regina Lasko.
circa 1997, God bless ya Dave
Tuesday, April 21, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
FAT
Lisa Marie Barren
MFA Thesis Exhibit
University of New Mexico, Albuquerque
http://www.unm.edu/~lbarren/
Press
Local IQ
Daily Lobo
Book available, here.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
watermark
Presumably, a "PostNatural History" third eye
Corpus Extremus (LIFE+)
Exit Art
February 28th-April 18th, 2009
Dennis Overbye's essay in Tuesday's Science Times.
Monday, April 13, 2009
Purple dinos
There is a new fixture in and around the R/V/G Steinway station in my neighborhood. A man with a harmonica/drum contraption and a banjo performs for money. He wears a black blazer and no shoes. His hair appears to have once been a golden blond, and his light eyes are bloodshot. He's not covered in dirt, but grime--just unwashed buildup. To bang out his no rhythm ditties he uses Sharpies, leaving green and purple marks on the surface--colors concentrated, yet somehow subtle...must be a new thing. His improvised music is incoherently performed with fervor, leaving it aimless. Music seems to just be the most available option to him, and not something studied, valued, or instinctual. While shouting his jibberish lyrics, he displays a hat that beckons for change. It seems to me that it would be a great disturbance to actually drop something into that hat. I never have, and I see him every time I'm in the area. He must be a transplant, from times and places I've never seen, arriving in the international blender that is Astoria--Steinway Street-complete with discount hosiery, the Mickey Dee's Dollar menu, and Italian suits. I think he must have stepped onto the wrong train, blacked out, and woke up here. Am I a part of this man's nightmare?
Monday, March 23, 2009
Econo-RIZE
"Learn how to earn better." - Jay-Z
Guess Whos Back - Jay-Z, Beanie Sigel, Scarface
As responsibility goes, dear Obama is getting the shit end of the stick as he scrambles to save our drowning economy. It sucks to be the one left holding the gun.
There's a lot of mental/social chaos right now with newly jobless folks and recession specials popping up left and right. AIG is cushioning its employees whilst my customers are looking more sleep deprived and credit card happy. I am concerned that everyone will freak out and up their medication dosages. I'd rather deal with a more revolutionary freak out...a movement perhaps? Times are astronomically alarming-- materializing monies, technological advances so heightened that CD and record stores are closing and Insignia creates digital books alleviating the NEED (?) for newspapers and libraries (I'm old fashioned!). I'm trying not to think about the money I spent last year and the bills I paid late...ah, sounds like its time to make some shit. Or exit....
Now that Sonnets is over this time around, I am returning to my second city. I'll be staying in Paris for a month, developing Jean Genet's THE BLACKS. I am looking forward to this project because it's been stored in my cerebral filing cabinet for almost 5 years. I will be taking language classes and studying ballet again.
I'm attracted to post-chaos or hysterical creation--Dada and Beat--reactionary and provocative substance. I feel even more called to contribute. We should be hungry now. I am thrilled to devote time to Jean Genet's work----a legacy exemplary of our current time-- raw, frightened, yet ready.
We should nurture what is within us....because, we are all we've got.
I document what imprints my inner skin--heart stains, visible feelings and tangible breath. This winter, it was paranoia, hatefulness, grief, listlessness...love scorned and art-tired. Whoa, useless lamentations from the battleground?! Pitiful complaints, indeed. My gratitude does extend to the sheets on my bed and the socks on my feet. I am still fighting, hoping to hide the scars that no one wants to see.
Intuition--chosen to provide something.
Sonnets is about week-shy of completing its second run at the Nuyorican. It was glorious and great, GREAT exhausted fun. The cast is remarkable and hard working--all looking out for the greater good of the project. As I've said before, dedication such as this, could do nothing but serve as a springboard for every artist involved.
Guess Whos Back - Jay-Z, Beanie Sigel, Scarface
As responsibility goes, dear Obama is getting the shit end of the stick as he scrambles to save our drowning economy. It sucks to be the one left holding the gun.
There's a lot of mental/social chaos right now with newly jobless folks and recession specials popping up left and right. AIG is cushioning its employees whilst my customers are looking more sleep deprived and credit card happy. I am concerned that everyone will freak out and up their medication dosages. I'd rather deal with a more revolutionary freak out...a movement perhaps? Times are astronomically alarming-- materializing monies, technological advances so heightened that CD and record stores are closing and Insignia creates digital books alleviating the NEED (?) for newspapers and libraries (I'm old fashioned!). I'm trying not to think about the money I spent last year and the bills I paid late...ah, sounds like its time to make some shit. Or exit....
Now that Sonnets is over this time around, I am returning to my second city. I'll be staying in Paris for a month, developing Jean Genet's THE BLACKS. I am looking forward to this project because it's been stored in my cerebral filing cabinet for almost 5 years. I will be taking language classes and studying ballet again.
I'm attracted to post-chaos or hysterical creation--Dada and Beat--reactionary and provocative substance. I feel even more called to contribute. We should be hungry now. I am thrilled to devote time to Jean Genet's work----a legacy exemplary of our current time-- raw, frightened, yet ready.
We should nurture what is within us....because, we are all we've got.
I document what imprints my inner skin--heart stains, visible feelings and tangible breath. This winter, it was paranoia, hatefulness, grief, listlessness...love scorned and art-tired. Whoa, useless lamentations from the battleground?! Pitiful complaints, indeed. My gratitude does extend to the sheets on my bed and the socks on my feet. I am still fighting, hoping to hide the scars that no one wants to see.
Intuition--chosen to provide something.
Sonnets is about week-shy of completing its second run at the Nuyorican. It was glorious and great, GREAT exhausted fun. The cast is remarkable and hard working--all looking out for the greater good of the project. As I've said before, dedication such as this, could do nothing but serve as a springboard for every artist involved.
Saturday, February 28, 2009
The RETURN....
SONNETS FOR AN OLD CENTURY by Jose Rivera
Mar 5,6,7,8,12,13,14,15>Thurs, Fri, Sat, Sun@7:30pm>$18 ($15 for students)
Can you tell your life story in the space of a moment, the length of a sonnet? A diverse group of people caught in limbo must reflect on the choices and challenges they confronted in life.
Through contemporary dance and theatre, director Erica Cardwell and choreographer Miriam Wasmund lead an energetic 21-person ensemble through Jose Rivera's surreal search for answers.
Visit www.nuyorican.org for further details
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
A week of performances!
STOOP chosen to perform in the FINALS!
The Strawberry One-Acts Festival The Wild Night Winter 2009
Friday, February 20th at 7:30 p.m. & 9:30 p.m.
Tickets: $20.00
Call the box office 646-623-3488 for tickets!
We were asked to perform a SONNETS PREVIEW in the
NUYORICAN'S SNAZL FESTIVAL, Saturday at 3pm!
The Strawberry One-Acts Festival The Wild Night Winter 2009
Friday, February 20th at 7:30 p.m. & 9:30 p.m.
Tickets: $20.00
Call the box office 646-623-3488 for tickets!
We were asked to perform a SONNETS PREVIEW in the
NUYORICAN'S SNAZL FESTIVAL, Saturday at 3pm!
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
Portraits
Marlene Dumas: Measuring Your Own Grave
Museum of Modern Art- closes February 16, 2009
I may try to catch this one last time, before it closes on Monday. I love her work.
Monday, February 9, 2009
Weird Fishes
Justin Bond took me church with this cover when I saw LUSTRE at P.S. 122 last year. His version allows you to hear more lyrics, methinks. My friend, Glenn Marla also performed an astounded piece, along with
Reginald. The show was great. See Justin Bond, ANYWHERE, if you can.
STOOP
STOOP
written by Caroline V. McGraw and directed by Erica Cardwell
Over the course of an evening, a lonely and confused young woman makes increasingly desperate and dangerous attempts to romantically connect with her older neighbor.
The American Theater for Actors
314 West 54th between 8th and 9th avenues.
February 12th and 13h at 9:30pm
Purchase ticktet, here.
We are the first play in Series B.
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