An early August night of pleasurable conditions at the Stain bar in East Williamsburg last night. I hosted an event entitled ‘Old Fiasco Dry,’ which will serve as title of an upcoming collection of short fiction and poetry I have written. Friends Craig T and Caroline (co-owners) of this performing arts bar-lounge on Grand Ave are excellent hosts. I read from some of my work to a slim but receptive audience, and then Quoma and I played a track put together by us (El Alto) fairly recently to be played concurrently with Jacky Doll’s fun and perfectly unusual video presentation for this event. I have not read my work in a very long time, and enjoyed and learned from experience.
El Alto played a quiet set of mainly new songs that we hope to record in full for an upcoming fall album that should spin some heads and whet some appetites. The set went well, and we hope to get out there soon with another gig.
The topic of Screwpools came up in conversation last night. While talking about what state sponsored vacation promoting bureau TV commercial or radio spot we enjoyed best as far as the music jingle portion, the topic turned to those hotels or lodges, or general places that market themselves as love or passion rekindling havens for couples in need of such a getaway. Such places are always replete with tacky champagne shaped Jacuzzis, or heart shaped bath tubs, and very often pools far too small to swim or even to just chill in, but primarily designed for screwing. The thought of visiting one of these places and touching foot onto the ominous flooring of such a screwpool rippling a laughing white foamed wave of giddy disgust from all of us hanging out in the garden behind the good old Stain Bar. We hope to put together an Old Fiasco Dry (2) or some such other event there in near future.
Dom