Cut! Paste! (I'll come back and format later)
Because it wasn’t hot enough already, I insist on bringing people into rooms to be sung at, poeted at and improvised at.
That’s what.
Midsummer’s almost here, and because I don’t know how to relax, I’ve got a sand-pail-ful of gigs you might consider attending.
Really, you should.
Let’s go in order shall we?
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Tuesday, July 21st, 2009 from 6:30 pm–8:30 pm
Annenberg Community Beach House, Garden Terrace Room 415 Pacific Coast Hwy at Beach Coast Way
Santa Monica, CA 90402
Poetry by Brendan Constantine, Jamey Hecht and Douglas Kearney
It’s free; but you oughta reserve in advance. It’s a beautiful venue right on the beach and it tends to fill-up. Go to: http://beachculture 8.eventbrite. com/
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Saturday August 1st, 2009 at 6:30 pm
Everything Bends @ Bandit Gallery 1549 Sunset Blvd, LA, CA 90026
“An improvisatory evening of demonstration, performance and conversation”
featuring Douglas Kearney, Dennis Moser, Brian Moss, Ryan Tanaka, Dennis González & Yells At Eels plus Stephen Van Dyck
Improvisation is like lying—but on a stage!
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Tuesday, August 4th @ 8:00 pm
Well-done Poetry Café @ Lucifer Pizza 1958 Hillhurst Ave Los Angeles, CA
(323) 906-8603
Poetry by Brendan Constantine, Corrie Greathouse, Douglas Kearney, Tommy Swerdlow
This will be the fourth time The Constantine and I will have performed together. We do this to prove that no we are NOT the same person.
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Thursday, August 6th /// Doors @ 8:30
Poolyard (my band) plays at the Air Conditioned Supper Club 625 Lincoln Blvd, Venice, CA 90291
Also playing: Wells of Ricket, Black Them Boots and The Loving
We’ll be playing: “Electric Porch Monkey” (a song about new-jack soft shoe-ery); “The Air” (a fun ditty about cellphone surveillance) ; “Perfect Weather” (—er…a cautionary lilt about L.A. that alludes to big breaks, the little mermaid and escort services); “A Little Rain” (a jag about Katrina with raps from the perspective ofFEMA); “The Motorist” (a speedy rocker about commuting in L.A.; therefore it is wishful thinking); “Work Down” (whose chorus goes: “ain’t no preacher at this party/and the devil’s on the other side of town//put some sweat to your body/work down til the coppers come around!”) and more!
