Motherboards! scenedowntown sponsors a new Thursday night party beginning November 30 at the Delancey. Michael Cavadias - known to many of you as Squeezebox host Lily of the Valley - will be DJ-ing opening night. With this party we're aiming to affirm the nightclub as a point of convergence for live performance, visual art, photography, video, fashion and music!!! I'm co-producing the night with James Coppola who produced the "Shortbus" premiere parties and concerts and currently does Dirty Boy on Tuesday nights at No. 1 Chinese. Our door person is Lia Gangitano from Participant, Inc. - the Lower East Side gallery that has featured Vaginal Davis and Charles Atlas among others. Hosts and resident artists include Julie Atlas Muz, Taylor Mac, and multimedia whiz kid Nick Hallett. Opening night includes a photo exhibit by Henny Garfunkel; a performance installation by Collective Opera Company; an inflatable sculpture by Billy Ehret; and performances by Muz, Mac and Sxip Shirey of Illuminescent Orchestri! Oh, and the club debut of Miss LEZ Glenn Marla as NYC's Hottest Fat Go-Go!!! Don't miss it! Admission is $10 or $5 if you RSVP through our simple online form.
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Earl, you always do great stuff! This night looks hot. And Henny Garfunkel... yer Killin' me! (Her pictures of Johnny Depp alone are worth 10 bucks) Ask to see the nude ones. (Just don't ask to see the nude ones of me!)
And I see that Lily Of The Valley is DJing. (or as she's known around town... "The poor Man's Johnny Dynell")
Seriously, this sounds fab. I wish I could come but I have to fill in for LILY (the bitch) so he can DJ here!!!!!!
Lily and I are really the same DJ. That's why you never see us DJing at the same time. But if you do see us in the same room at the same time... Lily's the pretty one.
Opening night was a blast! A great mixed crowd and terrfic performances by Taylor Mac, The Daisy Spurs, Neal Medlyn, Rose Wood, Sxip Shirey and Adam Matta, and Collective Opera Company. Glenn Marla rocked as the Hottest Fat Go-Go in NYC!
See pictures from opening night of UNISEX SALON here.
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This Thursday John Cameron Mitchell DJs at UNISEX SALON. And don't miss our late night Performance Art Gong Show hosted by Murray Hill. Celebrity Gong-ers include Penny Arcade, Martha Wilson (of Franklin Furnace), and Douglas Carter Beane whose play The Little Dog Laughed is on Broadway right now.
Special performances by Bridget Everett and Dynasty Handbag.
Originally posted by seven: Mr. Hill and Penny were fun. But can all 'performance artists' from NYU and Columbia be banned please.
Actually, none of the contestants were from NYU or Columbia! Come on, you didn't like Erin pulling the scroll out of her vagina and reading a declaration in the voice of the Mayor of Munchkin Land from the Wizard of Oz?!?!
Don't get me wrong Earl. It's a great party. I'm not a judge but I can be much more opinionated than a judge. Erin utlizing her interior was a good party gag. As performance it was facile, derivative -even if that was the point-, or let's just say flat out not original. I guess it is funny to see someone quoting Schneeman -with their body. But in the end it was academic even if that was not intended. Worse, it suffered terribly from what so much 'downtwon' NYC performance suffers from, covering up lack of substance with overdose of uberkitsch. This makes for effective entertainment, very crowd pleasing, but as a show of talent it is almost empty. And I don't think she intended her act to be an expository offering of existential emptyness. I am totally all for a boozy, inebriated, sexually unbridled bit of exhibitionism. But silly kitsch, even if it is a faux homage to some modernist superstar, is overflowing on the scene to the point where the practice is pretty empty of real merit. Nothing personal against Erin, I don't even know her. She obviously has an inspirational spark, powerful stage presence, and loads of energy. That's why when I see someone with such qualities it is a let down to see them not do something real and out of their own imagination but insted cop to what is almost the downtown scene's 'house style'. Look at the humor in the work of someone like Martha Rosler for instance, to get a real taste of gratuitous humor that nonetheless goes right for bolstering the spectator's sense of self respect - work that is strident, wildly rabid, a bit out of control, overpowering, leaves the audience in the dust but yet totally sated if bewildered, and without one gram of aesthetic dishonesty.
I had a great time at the party, it goes a long way to what has been needed hereabouts for quite some time, and I enjoyed Erin's enthusiasm. Even in a program of performance that is couched as a kitsch talent contest that is a tried and true hook for getting audience.
The whole slate of volunteer performers was very fetching and each contributed to the overall fullness of the show. Loads of laughs and some delightful peaks of amazement and weirdness, including from the low scorers.
Perhaps I'm just spoiled by the previous era that was populated by a majority of total misfits who paid homage to no one, and who would have spat at the feet of some pretend judge scoring them with an eleven.
Looking forward to the next installment, yours with whiskey in hand, seven.
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WOW!!! I have been off the boards for a week, and look what i missed, seven! I appreciate your post, very much actually. these kinds of observations help to understand better what was going on in New York during the halcyon days of the East Village / Lower East Side arts scene -- or, perhaps more accurately, insight into the mindset, the way of thinking, the approach. Many bemoan how things have changed, but responses like this and conversations with Penny Arcade help me get a more visceral sense of what has been lost.
~Earl
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Originally posted by seven: Don't get me wrong Earl. It's a great party. I'm not a judge but I can be much more opinionated than a judge. Erin utlizing her interior was a good party gag. As performance it was facile, derivative -even if that was the point-, or let's just say flat out not original. I guess it is funny to see someone quoting Schneeman -with their body. But in the end it was academic even if that was not intended. Worse, it suffered terribly from what so much 'downtwon' NYC performance suffers from, covering up lack of substance with overdose of uberkitsch. This makes for effective entertainment, very crowd pleasing, but as a show of talent it is almost empty. And I don't think she intended her act to be an expository offering of existential emptyness. I am totally all for a boozy, inebriated, sexually unbridled bit of exhibitionism. But silly kitsch, even if it is a faux homage to some modernist superstar, is overflowing on the scene to the point where the practice is pretty empty of real merit. Nothing personal against Erin, I don't even know her. She obviously has an inspirational spark, powerful stage presence, and loads of energy. That's why when I see someone with such qualities it is a let down to see them not do something real and out of their own imagination but insted cop to what is almost the downtown scene's 'house style'. Look at the humor in the work of someone like Martha Rosler for instance, to get a real taste of gratuitous humor that nonetheless goes right for bolstering the spectator's sense of self respect - work that is strident, wildly rabid, a bit out of control, overpowering, leaves the audience in the dust but yet totally sated if bewildered, and without one gram of aesthetic dishonesty.
I had a great time at the party, it goes a long way to what has been needed hereabouts for quite some time, and I enjoyed Erin's enthusiasm. Even in a program of performance that is couched as a kitsch talent contest that is a tried and true hook for getting audience.
The whole slate of volunteer performers was very fetching and each contributed to the overall fullness of the show. Loads of laughs and some delightful peaks of amazement and weirdness, including from the low scorers.
Perhaps I'm just spoiled by the previous era that was populated by a majority of total misfits who paid homage to no one, and who would have spat at the feet of some pretend judge scoring them with an eleven.
Looking forward to the next installment, yours with whiskey in hand, seven.
Hurrah! I just got confirmed to play Unisex. Not tonight (altho I will be there) but next week. Dec. 28th. My dream audience was always the Pyramid, circa 1983, when I played there and worked there. This is the closest thing I know about. I won't be facile with my kitsch. But what should I wear?
Oh, right. What will I be doing? Radio Wonderland, my new 'band': me mangling live commercial radio into a groove, with a real steering wheel, shoes that I bang with sticks, and software, while all the while trying to look cute.
Josh, thanks for your enthusiasm!! If we're achieving something that's even a fraction of what the Pyramid was in its heyday, I'm very happy! Looking forward to Radio Wonderland and, yes, feel free to wear a dress if you're inclined to. Not required tho!
Also this week we have auditions for the Public Theater's 365 Project. Penny Arcade will conduct auditions for Week 7 of Suzan-Lori Parks' play cycle, and those selected will have 48 hours to work with Penny to be integrated into the shows with a cast that includes Mike Albo, Cintra Wilson, Helen Stratford, and Murray Hill as Santa Claus!
(I can't find the party topic anymore; it had pics of this past Thursday at Unisex.)
I want to say I felt really good about the night; I am harshly critical of my own performances and it was one of the best so far of my new spate of gigs, that is, my new life (or second childhood?) as RADIO WONDERLAND!
Penny and Earl and daddy and The Empress were the pied pipers bringing people downstairs. So really everyone in the room was in the room for the show.
I can't even tell you just what gems I pulled off the live radio (can someone?). I never remember that aspect of my own shows--even when it's some fantastic pun or a connection I've made by combining two things--and this night wasn't recorded. It all goes by so fast and I'm making snap intuitive judgments and don't retain very well the actual verbal content off the radio. It's as if I'm thinking consciously of structure and sound quality, and the rest is magic. The word games and chorus phrases happen by instinct or synchronicity or some divine ordering principle.
But I did rock the house. With each gig I gain command of the filters and the new ways I have of combining patterns of different lengths. People were grooving on the wheel and of course the good old shoes.
Later from the booth daddy gave me the a-ok sign, & Empress & I cheek-kissed very European-like, both which made me feel really really good. I mean I'm playing for royalty.
People, your suggestions, queries, criticisms, urgings to give it all up and stop embarrassing myself, are welcome in any form at any time.