Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Videographers night this Thursday, George Korein on September 4!

Here's a clip from a video that I will be showing this Thursday:

Artists-at-Large and The Music Workshop present:
George Korein (from Philadelphia)
at The Fraternal Order of Eagles
15 Dana Avenue
Hyde Park, MA 02136

George Korein was half of the industrial metal collage cut-up duo Infidel?/Castro! Now the mad hatter post prog/punk/everything musician delivers punishing digital metallic drones, deformed synthetic noise rock, creepy incandescent electronic sinewaves, from the smoking ruins of a destroyed hard drive.

For more information:

Show starts at 8pm
$7 suggested donation

Tuesday, August 19, 2008

A poem I read at last week's poetry night

To a Lady on the Death of three Relations.

WE trace the pow'r of Death from tomb to tomb,
And his are all the ages yet to come.
'Tis his to call the planets from on high,
To blacken Phoebus, and dissolve the sky;
His too, when all in his dark realms are hurl'd,
From its firm base to shake the solid world;
His fatal sceptre rules the spacious whole,
And trembling nature rocks from pole to pole.
Awful he moves, and wide his wings are spread:
Behold thy brother number'd with the dead!
From bondage freed, the exulting spirit flies
Beyond Olympus, and these starry skies.
Lost in our woe for thee, blest shade, we mourn
In vain; to earth thou never must return.
Thy sisters too, fair mourner, feel the dart
Of Death, and with fresh torture rend thine heart.
Weep not for them, and leave the world behind.
As a young plant by hurricanes up torn,
So near its parent lies the newly born--
But 'midst the bright ehtereal train behold
It shines superior on a throne of gold:
Then, mourner, cease; let hope thy tears restrain,
Smile on the tomb, and sooth the raging pain.
On yon blest regions fix thy longing view,
Mindless of sublunary scenes below;
Ascend the sacred mount, in thought arise,
And seek substantial and immortal joys;
Where hope receives, where faith to vision springs,
And raptur'd seraphs tune th' immortal strings
To strains extatic. Thou the chorus join,
And to thy father tune the praise divine.

by Phillis Wheatley

Friday, August 8, 2008

Videos from Today's Media and last night's Open Session

Check out these videos from the Today's Media performance and last night's Open Session. Next week is Poetry Night, see you there!

Today's Media

Tommey solo - last night

Forbes solo - last night

Tommey and Forbes - last night