A spread consisting of eight works from Phase One of “Cage Dies Bird Flies,” my on-going collaboration with painter Dale Williams, will appear in Issue #60 of the Hayden’s Ferry Review. To visit this print journal’s website, follow the link below:
Click on the link below to access the chapter of IT ALL MELTS DOWN TO THIS: A NOVEL-IN-TIMELINES that appears in issue two of the journal Weirderary:
The exhibit of prime specimens from my on-going collaboration with artist Dale Williams continues until November 29 at Threes Brewing in Brooklyn, New York, 333 Douglass Street (between 3rd & 4th Avenue).
Follow the link below to view a brief video of Dale—in the guise of renowned pianist Van Deerborn—accompanying my taped vocalizations of 10 urban elements that frequently inform the text-based “CAGE DIES” paintings: Concrete, Soot, Sun, Coffee, Trains, Buttons, Snow, Garbage, Hair, Balconies.
Fifteen paintings based on texts of mine are currently being exhibited in a funky space near the Gowanus Canal. For more details follow the link below:
For those in the NYC-area, Threes Brewing is located two blocks from the Union Street stop on the R line. On Sunday night, October 18, at 6:30 pm, my collaborator Dale Williams will be performing a Fantasia of Some Elements, playing piano to the tune of a recording I recently made out west.
This second link will transport you to a terrific interview with Dale just posted on the Arts Gowanus site:
On Friday night, March 27th, I will be proudly performing with my collaborator, the painter Dale Williams, at the opening of his latest gallery show in Brooklyn. For more details, follow this link!
4/5 Exit tent, spread arms wide, and begin show, singing: “I am the young walled city…I am the walled city young” / SURPRISES: audience members cradling plastic cups of wine and/or beer barge into tent and must be chased out—collaborators appear in the night, one taking part in the program by saying “frog” again and again; another tipsy NC soul asks if she can roll an apple across the stage and we let her and then she stands beside me, the two of us acting out: “Dumbwaiter breaks 157-year silence…”—I find myself playing the trumpet more than I ever thought I would as Dale croons and dances—I read “rough drafts” of new pieces written since arrival—I read portion of travel diary—there are crowds: they clap, they hoot!—bum left knee holds out…
In the following clip I deliver “Exorcism performed on beaded curtain” :
To view more video documentation of the Cage Dies Bird Flies project, visit the YouTube channel that Dale Williams and I have established:
4/5 …wearing drenched red flannel shirt and orange pants, I blow water out of the trumpet as Dale paddles / “You’re worrying me,” he says as I lean way back, lean way forward, imitating Miles Davis at summer camp, the horn farting / after we tie up, I burst dripping out of the boathouse, race back to Studies Building, pile sodden clothes on life jacket in center of room, change, and return to the stage ten minutes before our show-time, exhale / other events are well underway on a clear night: white fabric dangles from tree, dry ice smokes on grass near dining hall, quilt with legs undulates, huge red balloon on a pole flanks entrance road, in The Roundhouse volunteers with mallets bash piano strings, and what appear to be giant hoop skirts (lemon, red, peach) flit around the twilight shore…
In the following clip Dale Williams sings my epic few-word text “Circus runs away from boy”: