I ran an artists' colony in an old church in KS.
On a lark I went on an audition in Los Angeles-
And now I am a growling sword fighting Disney Villain.
Life is strange.
Aiming for transgression and transcendence.
Enjoying my new city!
I do a mean "That's Life" at karaoke.
THE THINGS I'VE ALWAYS LOVED:
Norman Mailer, especially Ancient Evenings
Ishiguro's The Unconsoled
WHAT I'M READING NOW/RECENTLY:
I've started the journey through Proust's IN SEARCH of LOST TIME
My less daunting reading these days revolves around Gay Talese, Butoh instructional manuals, the continuation of my Norman Mailer studies, dipping into what certain lists tell me are the best contemporary Chinese fiction writers....also Modern Painters and New American Paintings magazines...
My Dinner with Andre, Sweet Movie, Texas Chainsaw Massacre
(TONY ROBBINS: I'M NOT YOUR GURU is the richest experience I've had recently...it really operates on a number of levels)
DOG DAYS at REDCAT in Los Angeles was one of the best theatrical experiences of my life. A new bar set for modern opera, full of the psychopathic and no small amount of bodily fluids sloshing around
Also Wallace Shawn/Andre Gregory's production of A MASTER BUILDER in NYC
BASKETS is perhaps the best, most tragic TV comedy ever...
Francis Bacon. Capital F Capital B. Obsessed
The Vienna Actionists
If left to my own devices I have an endless tolerance for drones, noodling electronics, tinkly pianos and combinations thereof. So lately I've been listening to a lot of R. Andrew Lee, Unsuk Chin, and re-workings of Satie---Eric Copeland's BLACK BUBBLEGUM has become the sound of my summer...but also, you know, the usual suspects: Talking Heads, Tom Waits, Lana Del Rey, etc. etc....
Donuts, ice cream, breakfast, the strangest thing on the menu...bring on the "ox root" and jellyfish head and duck blood...
Most other things are negotiable.
The projects outside of work I wish to embark on: creating a new solo dance for myself (working title: A disagreeable object), some sort of postmodern novel involving translated WeChat posts, an article about the experience of an "experimental" theatre/performance artist on the different planet of "corporate" theatre. Theme parties I'd throw if I knew enough people here...
Film (trying to beef up on my Pasolini and Bunuel)
Various activities at different points across the Theatre/Ritual continuum
*All of my tattoos are in my underpants.
*I once spent more money than I care to admit on a canister of the feces of one of my favorite performance artists.
*I just received in the mail a sample of the perfume "secretions magnifiques"--conceptually a mixture of "blood, sweat, saliva, and semen."
You straddle the line between highbrow and lowbrow
You ask yourself "What If?" questions
You want to have some sort of tea party in this weird kindergarten and ball pit room that occupies a lonely corner of my apartment complex
You want to hang out and have fun