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