Glenn Bach, a wonderfully talented artist, writer, and good egg was at the Puka on Monday and, unbeknownst to me, took a bunch of lovely pictures during our performance. I’m not sure, but Shea Gauer of SMGSAP may have taken some too. Anyway, mad props, kudos, and thanks to both for hooking us up with this documentation:
In the previous post, a working version of Dancing Upon a Foaming Sea was revealed. I was in the kitchen one morning and observed an interesting, and short-lived, visual occurance which I documented with my video camera. It seemed to go nicely with DUFS, so I put them together. Here’s the result:
On April 5th 2008, Ain Soph Aur performed at Zero Point Space as part of Thee Dung Mummy 5th Anniversary Experimental Music Festival. In keeping with the organic fluidity of the group’s performance philosophy we, at the last minute, included a third artist in our performance. The artist known as ‘Catastrophic Mermaids on Parade’ joined us.
Here’s a flyer I made for the show:
I am offering up a room recording of our performance, which I decided to call “The Quality of Volition.” It is actually an excerpt, but a fairly long one. (About 15 minutes) The entire performance was about 25 minutes long.
During my many years as a musician, I’ve performed in a variety of contexts. In 6th grade, for example, I sang a solo in Hebrew as part of The Chitchester Psalms, a piece for chorus and organ, written by Leonard Bernstein. In rehearsals, the feeling of singing with so many voices was thrilling and euphoric. I felt myself open up in a way I’d never experienced before.
The night of the performance, I was filled with confidence. I remember walking out onto the stage in my new electric blue wide-wale corduroy pants, feeling the enthusiasm and support of the musicians behind me. The choir director remembered that the translated words were in the program and asked that the house lights be brought up so the audience could read along.
All of a sudden, hundreds of people emerged from the darkness and, much to my surprise, they were staring at me. In an instant, all that joy and confidence evaporated and, in its place, arose a new feeling: Terror. The music began, and I felt a bit heartened but, as my moment to sing approached, my body felt like it was going to split in two.