played a show last night in western mass, sorry for the no notice but i wasn’t sure if i’d even be able to make it there (which has been a problem in the past). the show was at gallery tk, an actual art gallery where dennis and george washington myers had a show. dennis made prints and george colored them, except the prints were enourmous xeroxes and the coloring was done with spraypaint stencils in the awesome gwm style, real garish and monstruous and ugly-beautiful. a mess of folks played– bill nace and chris cooper (the ax-swingers from vampire belt and fat worm of error, respectfully) did a tabletop guitar duet with butterknives bouncing, bengeorge7 played some acoustic freedom rock (like the commercial), anthrophagous rex (that’s “cannibal king”, just like ephraim longstocking) played his hit song “give me some cocaine” (and a misfits cover by request!), skaters cultivated some lush soundscapes, orphan fairytale (from belgium) played some great sk1 looping melodic space-out, chris corsano (the vampire belt drummer) played solo, circular breathing clarinet drones played into a snare drum as a resonator with wires bouncing off it, super good. “all sets are gonne be short everyone is wasted. bend wishes, stay nude” -from the email. the show wasn’t an all-out brain buster, more like a fun chill-out sesh, but it definitely re-upped my crush on that particular part of the world, where i have yet to meet a non-sweetheart. someone brought a big bag of greasy popcorn. made some business deals too. music. music. i told dan trashcan on the phone beforehand that i would bring brownies but i messed them up pretty bad (as you could well imagine). i was excited to play, expecially because for a variety of reasons i’ve been unable to attend the last 3 (4?) shows that people have booked for me out there. george says that’s ok, though, that it’s part of my mystique. i don’t know about that.
special hi to flip who brought me that dracula chewing gum with the fake blood center! also hi to people that said they really liked my songs– i wish i had had the wherewithal to say hey what’s your name, or anything appropriate at all!
