Project of the Day—We’ve seen a lot of really great stuff at New York’s experimental performance space Issue Project Room, so it was exciting to see them launch Distributed Objects, a publishing imprint that will bring that unique experience directly to your home in the form of records, books and a whole lot more.
Detail of Aki Onda’s cassette memories, at Swedish Energies a night of experimental music put on by Issue Project Room and the Swedish Consulate at Clemente Soto Velez, Suffolk Street, NYC - November 2012
2/4/14 The trio of Michael Snow, Alan Licht and Aki Onda had a rare appearance at Issue Project Room. Snow performed on the CAT synthesizer and piano, with Licht on guitar / effects and Onda on cassette recorders and electronics. The first of two sets had a drony but harsh quality, starting with Onda’s lyrical tweeting of his cassette walkman feedback box which was reminiscent of tweeting birds, but a static quality set in and I was wishing for more modulation and holes in Licht’s feedback manipulation. For the second set Licht strapped on his guitar, rather than leaving it in the stand, and the piece benefited from more air, more piano and an almost lyrical melodic climax. A rare treat and a special evening.
This gentleman was reading Renata Adler’s Speedboat on the Q train to work this morning. You can hear Renata live in the flesh tomorrow at 155 Freeman St., between Manhattan & Franklin Aves in Greenpoint, as part of the Issue Project Room “Littoral” event series, tomorrow at 8 p.m. She’ll be reading from her novels Speedboat and Pitch Dark, and talking with our editor Edwin Frank. If you’ve already read Renata’s books, you’ll know the talk could go something like this:
‘I shouldn’t have come,’ the Englishman said, waving his drink and breathing so heavily at me that I could feel my bangs shift. 'I have a terrible cold.’ 'He would probably have married her,’ a voice across the room said, 'with the exception that he died.’ 'Well, I am a personality that prefers not to be annoyed.’ 'We should all prepare ourselves for this eventuality.’ A six-year-old was passing the hors d'oeuvres. The baby, not quite steady on his feet, was hurtling about the room. 'He’s following me,’ the six-year-old said, in despair. 'Then lock yourself in the bathroom, dear,’ Inez replied. 'He always waits outside the door.’ 'He loves you, dear.’ 'Well, I don’t like it.’ 'How I envy you,’ the minister’s wife was saying to a courteous, bearded boy, 'reading Magic Mountain for the first time.’