Sunday night, Sept 7th Theatre Project 5th major Conert (Listen to a 25-minute MP3 from set 2 of this concert featuring Catherine Pancake, Vic Rawlings, Chris Cooper, Jack Wright) Set One Gianni Gebbia (solo alto saxophone) Set Two Michael Johnsen: electronics, reeds, saw Michel Doneda: reeds Chris Cooper: guitar, electronics Set Three Jack Wright, Saxophone Twig Harper, electronics Dan Breen, electronics Poetic approximation, two transliterations written simultaneously by Bonnie Jones and Megan McShea: (Bonnie Jones) Her unn-realler-at-if-un aaaaerahhh, rooo shaa, till yeh end ah end ah, dearth, dent dent cent, furrstat, snick snick, taut taut-derrat gooo — again you again — listen listen — then — stop — though What! Terse illogical acrobat — his his hiss his hiss his hiss hiss But when its dark — couldn't see for the treee — tapping as though They were new children — then as that tat taut so re-draw — well some/chanee/falling to — gether so/to/two/hymn some somnabulists listen to the radio — don't don't don't don't don't, then don't tracking in the animals — like kite flying — though it seems regretful — though sometime! Now!  It does not — as though — does now.  Why did you wonder about all those whistles? Soggy smiles of ray-diance work work work, time stands as fixed — shopping through — running its course trapping in course, in case, the riverbed, burned — shouted, reemerged as though new! First thus is the rites the range of eyesight, do you — decide, first or second, what is now! Negotiable? Of course, of case, of fust, of first, some word consider, First — what have you got? 2nd — stormy, sometimes first — can't you remember the tune 2nd — no not now 1st — consider this then 3rd — right everything has limitations — but then again you learn — first then learn, what to say shock trauma — my time here is amputated by all the legre(?) and the stopping. This is the train station this is the bus stop — this remembers to clean behind its ears, even if it does not eat first — surely! Phonologies exist with a particular excitation of the nervous system — wrench wrangle there are different beat that are underwater or that is the forest — but — but I don't spend energy working work wrought don't spend shock time trauma — without a look considering — sheer climbing sports turned ugly at sundown, then-stop-logevity is the box under a tent did you send along, trance, first analogy to September was a fist of possible, Now! For every shape — do you believe of all things the project of skin. (Myself) Prehistoric clowns   Is running realllll Huh huh ick ah li roii lo lum sss bobblio ssss fotobotoloooo so in kind lou ss few to do chuckachuckachucka (who moss enbies impy) hohoho! Scrabble srabble toke toke toke toke took kook coo thru some of you (run alongÉroomy room so few so doh doh) weahhhh (up along it inka tima dome) bling             bling                         what is what ha! Agh! Gate goo mee me too oh solo! Be be be boo be bebebe boo Orannnnorannn orann oram Gleam glim glim glom Boooh. Hill marsitioning to hold it wrong So paws applauding latin ill pond Fosh Orphan trap Wooly flavors Palod me kong Super super supine superlative Iplington sordid hollowsingle Froddoppliniphantilism solid Brat brat blat ding ting dong Frat it folla moon stillining Pistinitorium sonar sonimatalic Istube wash ww. Im foosh grub (soosoogoodlisoo) Wok maker happitronic intulipon stone Iforgivostendulaturistilted applots Poragramastalot choupreatical Pooseleshiminitrioniskreet mon Prip diggitriaticinast armilotical mornton Soolishreepalama shreeleemelawhosit Liptormical blot splot haoh haoh Botta comma melee Set Four Catherine Pancake, percussion, dry ice instrument Vic Rawlings, cello, electronics Chris Cooper, electronics Jack Wright, saxophone !Listen to a 25-minute MP3 from this set featuring Catherine Pancake, Vic Rawlings, Chris Cooper, Jack Wright! Heading: "At Gitmo Twinkies make prisoners talk" [title taken from a Sunday paper headline on the seat next to mine — Bonnie's idea] Poetic approximation, written sequentially by Bonnie Jones and Megan McShea: though it seems as if the encore were made of apples — I think I like the blisters wish how sewing similar inky tricks lock down a few times tiny tons five smile oar wash those are orizons — they become strange metallurgy when provoked — in some parts of the country — seeming to be is simply more acceptable.             Then rise then                         If together Syllogisms       of         this      concavity             Occur              naturally in pairs Though            it was  if they were             Swimming as side by side Fish wash their feet at the foot of my chapel monument staring down upon hillside strongmen draped lasciviously. Inside broken tons on ligature markers about sanding moss about plush rumbling more naked after ski temperature fixation Category--------------------------------------------------------------------------could             Become what                         Would be an eventual                                                 Thing Like making a breath disappear into ice                         Each person designates these rare             Boot structures                                               They have similar fates Epic movement remembered and so much now apart my tongue lies still again.  Elaborate mechanical issue system comes to life after parading idly among the butterflies.  Mouth soft mouth saunters screamsicles Though----------it's a turning eaglet that spies             A new face — underwater             Jogging-pristine. The entire time was spent matching as             Many                         Stones to trees as possible It even occurred to them that                         They — when did they say?             Were just about as clear as when                         Listening. Fog soup looks out briefly, smiles, turns away.  A hums, B tackles orange mercilessly, and all at a distance of inordinate breath.  Soft collapse tea pot leaf What they didn't notice — the pale synaesthesia                         Was like running at                                     Water, traps.             They are reflective surfaces-anonymous                         With a derivative as stream             They were lovers-as newsome/trapping And                 things  were as          equally Though            they     arisen Is she sleeping? My forest is baking. You saw to it. fly tome salute hark stoop intrinsic itch love.  Preach streak all arranged yes you all arranged all of the great libraries — make things to drop, they are root symphonies, they are before Set Five Ron Anderson (guitar, electronics) Chiara Giovando (electronics, turntables) Michael Gayle (piano) Michael Zerang (percussion) Final (surprise) Set Paolo Angeli (voice, guitar)