Saturday
Day, High Zero 2003
Third ajor concert: Day of Duos
(Listen
to a 25-minute MP3 from set 2 of this concert featuring Andy Hayleck
and Vic Rawlings)
Saturday afternoon, First Set
Edgar Um Bucholtz: voice, objects, percussion, cornet
Wes Mattheu: percussion
Saturday afternoon, Second Set
Dan Breen (strings, electronics)
Paolo Angeli (modified Sardinian guitar, voice)
Saturday afternoon, Third Set
Lafayette Gilchrist, piano
Gianni Gebbia, alto saxophone
Saturday
afternoon, fourth set
Andy
Haylek, electronics
Vic
Rawlings, cello and electronics
!Listen
to a 25-minute MP3 from this set featuring Andy Hayleck and Vic Rawlings!
Instinct
outhouse
Clicking meadow
Physical behaviors
of dandelions and their terrible short lives
Root hobble,
nothing insidious, like enough water and air
(and after
all that we settled in Hicksville)
round my swollen
makes time seem like it's somewhere else
you own who
yowl to cow to appletree
pick a silence
this or that or any of the others.
Testified intruders never knew us
we had our
own sugar palace in this patch o crab grass
we had so
many of both our heads
we don't see
if ti pleases you in the well
we don't see
if it pleases you in outerspace
we don't see
if it pleases you my sweet baby mine
my sweaty
attitude precedes and includes you
who howl my
meadow and not fall
falling implies
some measurable altitude
but I'm just
over here you
sweet ans
fossil trip
all soapy mitt claws my mitt claws
swingshine
sweet
Myopia
(if you listen
closely)
fane
soluble imperious intractable issue follicle border
a line we
made here so we know where we are
how scowling
power susan falls down without any altitude rising pass pastello
forcing giant
insect into tiny room
a
suitable storm for Tripsville
with its itchy
village buildings
masterful
scratching
Saturday
afternoon, fifth set
Katt
Hernandez, viola
Paul
Neidhardt, percussion
Beautiful
cyclow boiring into pillowwood
A passionate
day for touring
Someone
finds a passion for touring her own home, his solids, history falls
in
Pea-some whoofing
garten blows fortune blow precartinous suicidic altuber
[spoken yesterday
somewhere else tomorrow a language]
it swims me
I wash it
like soup attuned
Alone my soldierwood
axiom tries
It tries again
And then it
tries again
Pepper
speaks,
it makes orders
for Rome to pull up its roots and head east
Pepper!
Soon
pepper and roots are at war
A silence
of several centuries,
And wind anticipates
a day without memories [quiet but my terrible sorrow]
Industrious
period costume labor sang in the dawn and became rakish and charming
Sweet insistence
we drank you too largely too
Now dark in
a bright fancy [and giant!]
Saturday
afternoon, sixth set
Jack
Wright, saxophone
Chris
Pumphrey, saxophone
Contours
of tree-like wooden spherical sycamores it in island organizes its vectors
very nicely so we don't have to
We have to
lie and tell you this rain makes proud pistons fire in the great, slow
engine of a continent
Crease,
but like blasting
Palloping
but milky
Polyps
A
loving near-miss
figures out
a hollow just in time
For brash
northern empires seeking asylum
To be absorbed
outside
Outside
mink cubs silvery follow soft stilts after\
The tiny mind-parade
So after it
all
Inkling
After
it brags about grabs or derigible toils like
Wine made
us very solidly dancing tremble dancing
My teaching
drove you to peace for whispering bricks
Skim
teachings on this acre after nitrates bleached seekers
Screaming
in complete sentences
its
above ourselves we like to pop in thin strings
sequencing
dry hot dry
spherical
anatablatures
its
about elbows of three believers
portioning
bellicose
softer and
harder
polite blue
polite is
beside the point
light is beside
the deepest
scheme, a
test, a sector fire
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