Sunday, April 17 at 7 PM
On this blessed Sunday eve we will explore the array of holes that can be found in the common human face. We will modulate their inputs, and optimize for maximum titillation. Prepare to consume a classical still life. Prepare to smell things and let your tongue move as if all words were onomonopias. Open your ears to babies crying, then babies singing through black wooden tubes, through Invisible Dave’s mouth. Let the gentle drums of Erik Z guide you over the placid waters of never-scapes. Let the hyper sentiment of Ziemba paint your capacity for emotion in a honey-like glue that will collect iridescent beetles over the duration of the evening. Join us in a modernist’s anti thesis. See your face in the dim reflection of the black greco-roman empire, and in your mind slowly dip all the monuments in crude oil. Join us.
DJ work by ETIENNE PIERE DUGUAY
Feel free to bring snack and drink