I know, it's been months! However, it's been a rather exhausting and mostly-internet-free months. I've got SO MUCH to inform you - whoever you might be - of, I'll start by putting out this announcement.
For a while, Aidan and I have talked about taking advantage of un-employment-by-the-Man and starting something that would act as production and distribution for our various endeavors - mostly music, but also other stuff. So we've formed Broken Spine.
Other stuff is also in the works. I'll write more on that in the coming week when we've been promised to get our long-awaited connection to this world...
I teach myself to crochet a hexagon and then I formulate an afghan pattern. I assume that I could just collect colour-corresponding yarn on the long, long road ahead of me and make the hexagons in transit as thousands of miles of autobahn zip past me.
I know to some of you - particularly members of my family that may be reading - this may seem like a waste of precious time while I should be doing a million other things, but it's been a tough week and there's a lot to be said for the meditative power of a single action repeated thousands of times in order to alleviate intense pain.
Pain aside, I'm a little tense these days as we pack up everything we own, once again, and head off to our adoptive home of canals, parks, and cheap beer. I should qualify that I'm pretty darn excited to get back to Europe just in time for the entire continent to bloom, but we still need an apartment (for May 1, if you know of anything) and we'll get back to Berlin just in time to rest up a wee bit before we hit pavement with our friends OVO and Thrones for a record tour - well, for us anyway.
If you live on that crowded little continent, come say hello should we shove on through your town. Here's the list:
31 Mar @ Paradox, Tilburg, NL
01 Apr @ DB’s, Utrecht, NL
02 Apr @ Magasin 4, Brussels, BE
03 Apr @ 4AD, Diksmuide, BE
05 Apr @ W71, Weikersheim, DE
06 Apr @ Molodoi, Strasbourg, FR
07 Apr @ Sonic Ballroom, Koln, DE
08 Apr @ Noumatrouff, Mulhouse, FR
09 Apr @ Les Trinitaires, Metz, FR
10 Apr @ Peniche Excelsior, Le Mans, FR
11 Apr @ Les Instants Chavieres
12 Apr @ Grrnd Zero, Lyons, FR
13 Apr @ Milk, Genova, IT
14 Apr @ Spazio 211, Torino, IT
15 Apr @ Magnolia, Milano, IT
16 Apr @ Almagia, Ravenna, IT
17 Apr @ Centro Stabile di Cultura, San Vito di Leguzzano, IT
18 Apr @ Parco della Colonia, Osoppo, IT
20 Apr @ Postgarage, Graz, AT
21 Apr @ Fluc, Vienna, AT
22 Apr @ Kapu, Linz, AT
23 Apr @ PMK, Innsbruck, AT
24 Apr @ IVI, Frankfurt, DE
26 Apr @ Hafenklang, Hamburg, DE
27 Apr @ K4, Nurnberg, DE
28 Apr @ UT Connewitz, Leipzig, DE
29 Apr @ Festsaal Kreuzberg, Berlin, DE
30 Apr @ Lades Kælder, Copenhagen, DK
01 May @ Skånes Konsförening, Malmo, SE
03 May @ Truckstop Alaska, Goteborg, SE
04 May @ TBA, Stockholm, SE
05 May @ Blà, Oslo, NO
06 May @ Utmark, Bergen, NO
08 May @ 1000 Fryd, Aalborg, DK
Holy radishes!
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Okay, so that other big show is nearest to my heart, but Becky & Karyn's combined aesthetic and curatorial skills for putting together these lovely trunk shows are a definite spot of warmth in this cold winter city. I'm pretty lucky to spend my last show in Toronto in the company of this incredible list of people!
How is it that I fill my time in Toronto so completely and still feel like I do absolutely nothing...all the time. My family certainly wonders. I think it's January's lack of daylight hours and my own lack of a good night's rest. I'm just floating through space and time working my way through an enormous to-do list...of what?? I'm not even completely sure. Finding an apartment in Berlin, learning German, making books, felting dolls, fretting about various inadequacies.
Maybe I'll just be thankful that I've got the time to do these things right now without the worrisome burden of finding the time to do these things.
I'm feeling a little unsure of things as the hammer comes down and there's no denying the new year. I think what to call it has a lot to do with it -- I don't like saying 'two-thousand-ten' and 'twenty-ten' sounds like it's over before it even begins.
Don't get me wrong, I'm not all down and out. Certain changes in the months ahead simultaneously buoy my spirits and terrify the crap out of me. Also, I'll feel a lot better when my calendars are in order for this mess of confusion we call time and space and 2010.
Time slipped away from me this last month and City of Craft updates were relegated to instantaneous splurts on facebook. Once I get my act together, say...in the new year, I'll attempt to fill all kinds of holes I've left here and elsewhere...
For now, an attempt to prompt you out of your Sunday evening hibernation. My brawling ladies and I will be doing one last show of the season -- this might even be the very last show of the year! Those of you lucky enough to experience me in person in the days leading up to the megalopolis of craft might be wondering why I've thrown another one into the mix, well, this one promises to be a lovely sort of event with snacks and drinks and I have to do nothing but show up and hang out with a bunch of swell people. It's all happening at the new nifty collective Heartbeat 960 (that's 960 Queen St. West). Aside from things handmade - which will be plentiful, I'm also pretty excited about this show's promise of vintage and records!
Come and hang out! It'll be nice.
This year's City of Craft has a serious installation angle thanks to the amazing and very, possibly insane Tara Bursey. Not only did she reel in 14(!) artists from around the globe (okay, mostly North America, but there is one Berliner!), but she has also put together this group show that includes the work of some vendors and organizers that opens this week and that we'll be kicking off with a party this Friday (Dec. 4) at Cream Tangerine (Queen St. W. @ Dovercourt).
I have a piece (of various nesting pieces) that I've submitted to this and as I freak about getting things made for the show and finishing said piece, along with all the last minute chaos of the show, you're just going to have to come out to get a glimpse of it.
So we barely get a chance to our bearings back here in Toronto and in a week's time we'll be heading out on another long-ish road. One we must fly to, that begins in Vancouver.
If you are, or will be, there -- or, here, as it is -- come see us and say hello. It could be nice.
Oh yes! That lovely poster you see up there comes courtesy of Broken Press Design: www.brokenpressdesign.com
Oct 03 @ Rickshaw Theatre, Vancouver
Oct 07 @ Open Space, Victoria
Oct 08 @ The Josephine, Seattle
Oct 09 @ Ella St. Social Club, Portland
Oct 10 @ tba, Eugene
Oct 11 @ The Hemlock, San Francisco
Oct 12 @ Vaction Vinyl, Los Angeles (in-store)
Oct 13 @ Synchronicity Space, Los Angeles (w/ Aidan Baker solo)
Oct 15 @ Terminal, Oakland
Oct 17 @ Anthem Records, Portland (AB solo in-store)
Oct 18 @ Dissonant Plane, Seattle (AB solo in-store)
Oct 18 @ The Comet, Seattle
It's not so much that I've been neglecting this here blog, so much as this last month has seen us leaving Berlin on an emotional, and often depressing road back to Toronto. We did some amazing things with some amazing people on said road, and I'll fill in those blanks really soon. Right now, my time is spent in a minor haze as I readjust to what it means to be a Torontonian.
More than anything, I'm surprised at how completely underwhelmed I feel being back here. This is sad, sad, sad. Not only for me/us, but I feel really cruddy expressing this to all my friends here. However, I'm trying to snap out of it by immersing myself in Toronto greatness - of course, a huge chunk of greatness that is also very near and dear to my heart is City of Craft. This is something that will utterly consume me, and very possibly this space, in the coming months.
Other greatness includes the serious glut of literary talent here and I'm starting with Maggie Helwig's Girls Fall Down. It's already tapped into my various paranoia, and it probably wasn't a good idea to start reading it on the subway (especially as the train approached Bloor St. Station), but it's scary and lyrical in the best way.
In further Toronto-centrism, the Toronto International Film Fest is on and as the city is beside itself with Brad Pitt and Penelope Cruz watching, we made our way to the screening of Sook-Yin Lee's Year of the Carnivore. Actually, the film itself takes place in Vancouver, but it's the best kind of Canadian content - totally self-effacing, totally odd, and totally beautiful. Also, Aidan contributed music that was so well curated (is music 'curated' in a film?) throughout the whole film.
I'm thinking this is the best way to re-acclimatize. We're going to focus on what's really inspiring and try our best to ignore that other stuff.
Lost for almost a century, the brief manifesto that started the brawling revolution of the Matryoshka was recently found and will be published this fall by Coldsnap Bindery as part of it's new pamphlet series.
Oh yeah, finger puppets will also be available so that you could re-enact your very own brutal revolution.
We took a short jaunt down to Nurmberg, picked up a couple friends then made our way over to Vienna, and then over to Budapest - where my well-being proceeded to become one with the pavement. We were feeling slightly more aw(ful) than (esome) as we arrived at the venue, but things instantly improved as we entered the cellar room - it would definitely turn steamy when full of people, but for now it was cool. I should also mention that our sound man this final night with Lusca was the best and craziest I've ever met. It turns out that this day gig is as a chiropractor - I wasn't sure where he was going when he told me to take two steps down and turn around, and as he then proceeded to embed his knee into my spine and pull my shoulders back - but, he assured me that he was a licensed practitioner. However, when he offered to crack my neck for me, I declined.
The next day promised to be as unbearably hot as the last so as Mike and Ingrid made their way to their train home in the early a.m., we got up to see as much of Budapest's historic centre as possible before noon. We mostly just strolled along Danube (we've seen a lot of this very, very long river over the last year) opposite the parliament for as long as we could stand being in direct sunlight and then made our way up to the castle district to take in the view.
Closer up...
I have to admit to disappointment as we reached Budapest's suburbs on the way in and out of town - they kind of reminded me of Oakland, CA as seen from the freeway...
I'm not altogether positive of the demographic that is readers of this, particular account of my life and doings, but I have big news for surely some of you. Maybe not for "you" you, but very possibly for you!
The weather is bordering on swelter, with a few hours of simmer thrown in each day, for most of the northern hemisphere these days and you might not want to think about things to come in December but I have to and as a reader, you will too.
City of Craft - my home within my other home back in Toronto has now opened the call for vendors and installations. The city has annexed (in a very good way), and installations are now a major focus of the show. Local and international proposals are certainly welcome. If you know someone who this should reach, please spread the word! To apply, go here!
But, first it was a stormy night in Lyon. We found ourselves back at Sonic and playing with our friends Troum. This is also a favorite venue of mine. The obvious reasons are that it's a boat in a really beautiful city with portholes that one could look out at the city through.
The other reasons probably have something to do with us playing with good friends here and Pierre, who's books our shows, is one mega-amazing cook. Inevitably, though, a night in Lyon means a night in Pierre's crazy apartment on the top floor of building that is older than Canada.
Next up, Paris!
We arrived a day early to our really great accommodations care of Ziad, who essentially gave us his apartment while we were in town. Also, just a few blocks from the venue, Les Instants Chavirés, where that night Peter Brötzmann and his pals were free-jazzing it. Lucky, as we sometimes get.
It was pouring rain as we attempted to whip around the city, but whip around we did to the basics, as it was a sad Monday and the museums were closed. Eric took some great pictures and you should look HERE for his account of how things went down.
The show itself was pretty great and the super soundguy even taught me a neato trick to keep my crappy bass grounded - I, of course, then worried about potential electric shocks; but then, I tend to create terrifying scenarios in my head that aren't likely to occur.
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