Tonight is the premiere of Maria’s production of “Who’s Afraid of Virginia Woolf” at Onassis Cultural Center. Also Maria’s birthday. Tomorrow I start my German tour. That’s all of it.
Last show of the tour. It’s been grand.
From the Half Mute tour of 2016. We played the Half Mute album in its entirety. Since Bruce Geduldig had died earlier that year, we enlisted David Haneke, son of the noted director, to do our visuals.
Shooting a short film at Faliro. My name was Kostas. I was an unemployed fisherman from Piraeus.
I will play for Amsterdam’s bizarreness curators, the Illuseum on Sunday January 19th. I believe the address is legible from the poster. If not, it is St. Joseph the Concrete Church Erik de Roddestr. near J. Van Galen Straat, Amsterdam, Netherlands. Doors open at 21:30 and the entrance is 7,50 euros. I am joined in this endeavor by my friend Georgio “the dove” Valentino with his guitar and his forelock.
Starting in September 2012, I went to Brussels, my former home of 18 years in order to work with Thierry Smits’ Compagnie Thor together with Steven Brown and a Belgian musician named Maxime Bodson. The resulting work has resulted in a dizzying whirl of travel, back and forth from Athens to Brussels, over to Beirut, Zagreb, Germany, all over Belgium and Holland, Poland, and France. There is also a trip to Normandy and our summer visit to Siros, not to mention a quick trip to Giessen, Germany with the Greek company from “Danton’s Death”. I took lots of photos.
These photos are captionless for the time being since I was experimenting with a means of downloading a whole Facebook gallery and then re-uploading it to somewhere like Picasa or Flickr in an effort to save work and to confound the Facebook “walled garden” approach to content stored there.
I have also posted this self-same gallery to the mundoblaineo home world at the following location.
I saw a post on my friend Esmerelda Kent’s Facebook page and got on this taxidermy kick. I decided to include a gallery of some photos I took in Porto in 2010 and Paris in 2011 of examples of the taxidermist’s art. The Porto exhibition was in the Museum of Natural History, tucked away in a neglected corner. The animals were all pretty dusty and disheveled and there was a miasma in the air, a desperate funk of obscurity and moldy leather.
There is no further justification for this post. Just that this is what I was viewing as I was re-acquainting myself with the world online this morning.
My own stuffed gallery
I been workin’ on the venerable “temple of elvis” on my website, trimmin’ away the dead wood, addin’ some more.
thank you very much.