For the past two evenings, I've gone to see Ame Henderson/Public Recordings production "relay". It's a dance/theatre work that has a lot of potential conceptualizations for different audience members. To me, it invites the audience to think about how social cohesion, communication of memory/experience, consensus forming, joint decision making, and ( Read more... )

at youtube: Book of Love - Nataly Dawn

Years ago, when I went to small independent music stores more often (back when there were more of them that hadn't closed or moved entirely online), I was browsing and was excited to come across a copy of The Magnetic Fields (a Stephin Merritt project) album 69 Love Songs. I had heard Patricia O'Callaghan ( Read more... )

I've been a fan of Zoe Keating for several years now. She's a cellist, composer and electronic artist who does all sorts of modern experimental art stuff (and business stuff too). I think that I first became aware of her work, approximately simultaneously, in the context of her being, at the time, one fifth of Rasputina, and some of her earlier ( Read more... )

Okay people, this year, it is indeed fantastic again. ( Brief thoughts: )

Quick post. Today held the evening of Fresh Blood, a program of short modern dance pieces by new choreographers selected by The Chimera Project's Artistic Director Malgorzata Nowacka. I left for it a bit late, so didn't make the trip to the post office I'd hoped to (but likely will do that tomorrow), but was in time for the shows ( Read more... )

Phew. That was fantastic. I just got back home a few hours ago after three days away, so I'm in that in between state of elated and exhausted, but I've got pages of notes (albeit, out of a not very large notebook), so, presuming that I write it up before I go to Montréal and my memory buffer overflows beyond the stage of keyword reminder memory ( Read more... )

I have been awake now for going on 28 consecutive hours. That being the case, I'm perhaps a bit less alert than one might expect someone to be at close to 5:00 in the morning. But I have a few things I'm going to get out before sleeping, while I have the excuse that I'm too tired to be too self-critical and over-thinky ( Read more... )

So the Toronto Fringe Theatre Festival began on Wednesday (runs until Sunday the 12). At some level I knew this, but somehow I thought that that day would feel longer. Foolish of me, I know, because replenishing my stores of clean clothes, social energy, and get out of the house-ness after a trip very rarely happens that quickly. However, my sister ( Read more... )

Welcome to new readers ( Read more... )

1) While pausing to turn on the light at the bathroom, I exhaled. Upon stepping forward, an unconscious associative process whose purpose seems to be providing life with a soundtrack kicked up for my conscious mind's consideration the melody of Cutting Crew's "(I just) Died in your arms" with the phrase "Something died in your mouth tonight". ( Read more... )