Told a story as a part of the Stoop Storytelling Series – The Sex Show. The theme of the evening was sex, so I naturally shared a story of my own in which there was no sex at all, at least on my part, as I’m generally inclined to approach everything sideways, dealing reality a glancing blow.
I was honored to be invited to share the stage with nine amazing storytellers for an evening of lurid tales of the lascivious side of life, though my tale is less about actual sex and more about the tragic excesses of one’s early thirties, odd career choices, and the things you’ll do because of a crush.
It’s less than two weeks to my first big show in a faraway city—I’m going to be telling stories in St. Louis, Missouri at the Kranzberg Arts Center, thanks to the HEARDing Cats Collective on Saturday, 10 October 2015, at 7:30PM.
I performed on Friday, 11 September, 2015, as part of the Electro-Music 2015 Conference at YMCA Greenkill in Huguenot, NY. I’m gearing up for a revival of my award-winning spoken word piece, My Fairy Godmothers Smoke Too Much, and shared an abbreviated episode of lopsided stories of unlikely fairy godmothers, dancing with distant strangers, and otherwise trying to make sense out of the senseless eighties, accompanied by a freewheeling electronic score.
• I’ll be performing in Saint Louis, Missouri at 7:30 PM on Saturday 10 October 2015 at the Kranzberg Art Center [tickets $12 regular, $7 students/artists].
I’m playing at Pyramid Atlantic in Silver Spring, Maryland on 2 May 2015, in my Kantoendrato guise (my ambient alter ego). It’s a great bill, a fun, relaxing format, and everything starts at 8PM. $10 and well worth it.
Writers and their umpteen wannabees adore prattling on in endless repetition and lazy revisions of quotations, and one of the most head-scratching quips that makes the round is the oft-misquoted line from Frank Norris back in 1915 — “Don’t like to write, but like having written.”
Really? There are writers who don’t like to write,or, in the misattributed and otherwise mangled versions, actually “hate” to write? If one hates writing, why write? It all just reminds me of the panoply of tomes on how to be a writer that are almost nothing but long lists of methods of fending off writer’s block, disregarding the obvious fact that writer’s block means you have nothing to say, so do something else until you do.
I love the moment of writing. I love the anticipation of it, that fuzzy, sizzling sensation of stories boiling out of the back of one’s head, and I love the still space when I am with my writing instruments and a strong mug of tea with milk and earphones full of the kind of music that delivers me to that ecstatic plateau of elevated sensitivity that’s shared in the spiritual, the emotional, and the sexual, when all those channels to the unseen realms open like flaring nostrils in the cold and the fine hairs of the forearms rise and ruffle in electric waves.
I reach in, and it comes and comes and comes, the sound and the rhythm and the little bits of cantankerous play of meaning deconstructed into the chicken-scratching characters in constant mutation in the head and on the page, and it is easily one of the few moments when everything in the world is joyously and almost indescribably right.
It’s after writing that I lose interest, which is why my manuscripts fester in dark corners, because the tedium of marketing is the enemy of the celestial. I know it’s there, I know I need to engage in it if I’m ever going to make a career of writing and performing, and I know that I am very, very bad at it, but despite the urgency of practicality, I’d still rather just set the fires burning again, take the keys, and sear a new path through the world.
Played a brief, but energetic, set on Friday, 27 February 2015 at Electric Maid in Takoma Park as part of the Baltimore SDIY group’s 2 day winter electronic music event. First go-round for my Kantoendrato alter-ego (to make PR a bit easier, I’m going to be going by Kantoendrato for my ambient and experimental electronic sets and by my given name for my storytelling work), and was delighted to work with alternating.bit for the set.
I predict big things for this collaboration in time.
I’m playing in this year’s Electronica Fest at the National Electronics Museum, in Linthicum, Maryland (near BWI Airport), on Saturday, 8 November 2014, in the 4:30-5:00 slot. The Fest is an amazing day-long celebration of electronic and electroacoustic music that runs from noon till ten o’clock and gives audiences an opportunity to hear a dizzying array of genres touched by the thrilling spark of electricity for a delightfully paltry ten bucks. The music ranges from the downright lovely to the down-home peculiar and the atmosphere just can’t be matched by anything else going on in the region. It’s a great Saturday for sound.
I’m thrilled to be playing with the inimitable Keith Sinzinger once again, this time as a participant in the Sonic Circuits Festival 2014, a three-day assortment of aural delights held from 3-5 October 2014 at Pyramid Atlantic Art Center, 8230 Georgia Avenue, Silver Spring, MD 20910. We’re on during the final evening of the festival, on Sunday, 5 October, performing under our collective monicker, Fast Against The Wall, in a playful set of peculiar noises, particular grooves, and happy accidents. We’ll be in good company, and the folks behind Sonic Circuits bring together the best audiences for new and experimental music in the area and the best performers. I’m always delighted by the variety and quality of the music Sonic Circuits puts on, and I am happy as a dang lark to be playing.
Here’s a recording of my first reading of five little stories about falling in love with sound and electricity, to the accompaniment of digital sound and signal processing. I performed the pieces on Friday, 5 Sep 2014, as part of the Electro-Music 2014 Conference and Festival in Huguenot NY.