Sign Me a Space
1pm – 6pm
Sunday, October 12
In case you didn’t know, my audio-video installation with Erik Martinson, Sign Me a Space will be showing for one more day only. If you saw it for Nuit Blanche, I seriously recommend that you see it again. It was up with speakers for NB but is in actuality a headphone installation and is a much different experience.
One more day!
in the window of Gallery 1313
up for several weeks!
My knitted portrait of Stephen Harper is also showing at Gallery 1313! Come visit him as you would the Lincoln memorial and ask, how would Abe vote?
I/O Media (featuring Dafydd Hughes, Mike Trommer, Rob Cruickshank, and Rob King) will be performing at the Theatre Centre in Toronto for New Adventures in Sound Art on Thursday, October 23rd.
We’ll be performing using handheld gadgets and sounds taken from Toronto’s Leslie Spit and the PATH underground labyrinth of corridors.
Once again, a delayed post-mortem about an amazing event. We staged a Max/MSP vs. Pd grudge match last night at InterAccess. Yes, a performance of live programming. Surprisingly, a night of programming was fun!
Open media jam. Come one, come all!
One event I forgot to mention, and another I’m catching just in time. Upcoming:
An all-encompassing performance night organized by Rahim Ladha. I think I have a room to myself on the second floor. Expect music involving live crickets.
Open media jam, like the Hugs events I did in Gbg.
The show was at the yuppie lounge venue Respekt. Any of you aware of
Gbg’s cultural lore will probably have heard of the infamous v/vm show
for the 2005 film festival. Essentially v/vm and the opener for the
show, Pistol Disco, were screamy noise bands. Why were they billed for
this yuppie lounge? who knows.
After Pistol Disco, from Gbg, screamed their set, everyone in the
audience stood around wondering what was going to happen next, unaware
that the management had actually refused to allow v/vm, who came all
the way from the UK, to play. And that was it. Be wary of Respekt.
Alex and I were a little worried because our set was not exactly, um,
melodic. Everything turned out to be okay. We played on old
tape-recorders that controlled filmstrip-like projections behind us of
photos of our family, etc. (The flyer up top is Alex’s niece and an old
photo of my father.) At the end we stormed off like prissy rockstars
while the projection said “Vi har inte glömt v/vm på filmfestivalen”
(we haven’t forgotten v/vm at the film festival). We didn’t plan to do
that, I swear!