Wedding Band

I got married last month, and the photographer just posted some pictures online. Here's us playing at the reception:


And here's Becky being blown away by her own air guitar as Jed & Amy get robotic in the background:

Last Night at Smoke Farm

Kirk & Jen & I went up there yesterday for the LOFI Performance Art Festival. Got a little lost on the way. Once there, walked up a river bed, saw nakedish aerialists in the trees, tree fungus made of tiny books, glowing giant eggs and squidy things, a double hammock in the middle of a field, a piano under a giant tree (I played it in the absolute dark) where knitted flowers floated in transparent spheres, ate cantaloupe off a big rock in a hidden quarry while hanging bottles gently clinked as they swayed, ran through grass taller than me, saw grass french braided into a winding knotting snake along the ground, so much other stuff, I can't remember it all. So good. So so good. Congrats to Jed Dunkerly for curating it.

I took some night shots. I didn't have my remote shutter trigger with me, so sometimes I was trying to hold down the shutter without moving, and it didn't work so well.
(Anyone have any idea what the green things up in the stars are? They came out on 2 different pictures.)

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The Postcards

More treble. They always want more treble. As if the radio knows what it's playing.

I didn't come here by court order, but the pull felt almost as mandatory. When I got the call, I was working on the '66 Galaxie, covered in brake dust. I probably looked like a miner trying to break into my own house in search of a hot shower, which is probably why the dogs were so confused at my presence. I never answer the phone when I'm in the shop. I never take calls from the group. I never say yes to this sort of thing. This is a mistake, and I know it. So why am I here? I miss something. Or I'm missing something.

You took me right back down to where we started from.

Yeah, more treble.

Song a Day, 8-10-09

Yes, I'm still doing them. Yes, I've missed a few days here and there. Yes, I'm planning on making them up. Yes, you can listen to last night's effort, entitled You And I And This Room.

more from the mini-mart

What Happened?

This blog ate too many cherries and blacked out for like a week. We found it wandering around Target in West Seattle. We stuck an IV in and it seems to be doing better. Sorry, bloggy.

Secret Show Tonight!

Okay, it's not really that secret. I mean, how can anything be secret when you announce it on your blog? Take for example the Secret Service. Pretty much everyone knows about them. Cat's outta the bag, fellas.

And this show tonight. If you're on the "A"-list, you probably just got an e-mail about it. It's going to be at the place where it all began, The Rendezvous, 7/22/09 at 8pm, for only $11.08 Canadian.* (That's $10 American.)

What's this all about? Well, we're working hard on our anti-musical whatchamacallit, The West. So here we'll be showcasing some of the new stuff we're working on, plus playing old songs we like.


*Look, we don't actually take canadian money, so stop trying to get rid of all those bum quarters. We're not taking them, OK? GEEZ.

Wobbly Drummer in Georgetown

Thanks to all who came out to see our strange little performance last night at the Mini Mart.

Arbitrary Art Grant in Dance

I had just enough time before slipping off for a mini-honeymoon to apply for the Vital 5 Arbitrary Art Grant in Dance using this:

I wish they'd hurry up and say who won. I also had enough time to film Nora's entry (which is much better).

Enjoy or "Enjoy." It's up to you.

Our Proud Future/Past

5 year anniversary

I forgot: June 30th was the 5-year anniversary of the first show with all seven of us. It was at the Rendezvous. It sounded like THIS.

Old Show

At The Moore Last Night

Here's Basil warming up at The Moore, at the top of the second balcony. Right before we started a tour went through where someone was explaining that this balcony used to be where you had to sit if you were black or Jewish. There was a door on the alley that led directly up there, so they didn't have to be seen coming in the front door.

My favorite part of the show: "Chapter 4: Americans!", where I (Clark) follow Basil (Lewis), mimicking everything he does, including combing our hair and paddling our way through the seats. I also laughed a lot from my secret corner watching our violinist get all spastic and palsied at the top of Chapter 1 (Wilderness).

Other things of note:
* It was steep up there. You sort of had vertigo at first. But then I got used to it and was doing some dangerous running around.

* Some audience just watched from the lower aisle. Others came right up into the space, trying to mess with us. One guy picked up John's melodica and played it.

* Kirk's going to get me arrested.

* I found a secret bombed out room behind a golden door. There were thousands of old tickets from old shows at the Moore. I grabbed one. Later there was a staff member guarding the door. Kirk would have liked it. It reminded me of the time I was seeing Portishead at the Paramount, (was I on mushrooms? or just really drunk? I can't remember.) and I found this tiny door that led into the rafters at the top of the dome, and I watched the show from up there.

* The walls up at the top were all cracked. It made me think about the people pouring that concrete in 1907. What dead guy poured this piece of concrete that I'm touching right now? What happened to him?

* The acoustics up there were pretty fantastic. The floor tom sounded like a gunshot!


(Got photos from the event? Please post 'em here!)

Analemmanomenon

This Saturday.

(original photo taken of JO, DN, KA, EM: Victoria Lahti. Photoshop bullshit: insomnia)

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Today in random gifts

I'm not sick.

(I think.)

City Horns

Sari & Kevin (from Circus Contraption*) join Evan and Rob in recording some horns for City.




(* only 3 more shows EVER! go see them quick!)

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