The Alan Sondheim Mail Archive

December 11, 2008

ESP-Disk' Live
A contemporary music series
With MC & poet in residence: Steve Dalachinsky

First 30 people in the door get a FREE CD

Tuesday December 16th

Septimania (a percussive apertif)
Josh Kretzmann, Matt Mclaren, Jonathan Thomas (wood, skins & metal)
Frank Difficult (keyboard and processing

Alan Sondheim (ESP 1048 & 1082) solo
Supporting the re-issue of his 1st ESP release

Barnacled (ESP 4049) CD release show
Frank Difficult - electronics keyboard
Michael Jeffries - baritone saxophone
Jason McGill - alto saxophone, percussion, shortwave radio
Matt McLaren - drums, percussion
Alec K. Redfearn - accordion
Ann Schattle - horn in f
Erica Schattle - bassoon
Chris Sadlers - bass
Nicotina - guitar

@ The Bowery Poetry Club
308 Bowery Street NYC

The full ESP-Disk' catalog will be on sale at the show!


(to see this at Odyssey, fly vertically in/near the exhibition space)

Chasing sky-spheres up above the atmosphere.
Chasing sky-spheres pushing from below (spheres have proximity sensors).
Chasing sky-spheres from within (enormous speed to nowhere).
Once up there it's nowhere, it all appears the same.
Appears equivalent or perhaps identical.
Whatever it is remains exact in appearance to others slightly below.
Then below, there is no below, or what there is is categorized by number.
Categorized by single number, that is what is interpreted as 'height.'
As 'height' by human interpreter in dialog through or within an avatar.
I haven't determined whether out of world is vertical as well.
If it's vertical, sky-spheres will disappear if they're pushed.
If they're pushed too much, and all that work goes out the window.
Goes out the screen or above the screen or beyond the screen.
Anyway out of sight, if not out of mind.
Sometimes to be returned, sometimes not.
Then Julu Twine has fun even falling the long way down.
Julu Twine does land on her feet.
S/he always beats the spheres (they're still up there, s/he's not).
S/he always leaves, when s/he leaves, they're left behind.
They're left behind, the prey's always left behind, they fall.
Slowly like snowflakes they fall, like feathers they fall.
They fall because they're lonely and when s/he leaves they fall.
When s/he's back. s/he sees them from a distance.
They're back! they're back! they're back!
Perhaps this time, s/he'll stay away...

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