Bicycle Wheel

 Tired of the daily slog of this blog.

But loving having contact with Lara. 

I wish Lara had been with me today when I had this roasted vegetable quinoa salad, although I had just put my fork in when I had to run out for a kid-related issue.

Later, I went out for exactly 30 minutes to see my friend's boyfriend play in this ambient chaos ensemble.  Yes, that is a bicycle wheel.

Which reminds me:  

I've been listening to Culture Shock 1913, a local NPR broadcast--which you can listen to if you click --on the impact of early modernism:  the riot at the Rites of Spring, how uncomfortable Freud made everyone with his sexy talk, what a scandal Duchamp's Nude Descending a Staircase caused, among many other things.  Two questions:  How would have I reacted to it all?   Would I have been living in New York?--Maybe in Greenwich Village, which was at the time scandalously bohemian.  I like to think so.  And I think about the fact that my grandma was alive in 1913 and four years old. 

Can this kind of scandal be something I can recreate in my own tiny way?  Like in my art?

Lara, is that dumb?  Is anything artistically scandalous anymore?

In & Around C

The whole day was a wash except for the fact that around dinner time, I finally forced kid #2 out the door and to this experimental music performance in the neighborhood.  The floor of the small gallery (next to Sugar Sweet Sunshine), which usually displays mediocre visual art, was painted with long parallel lines, making a giant musical staff that extended up the far wall.  This is where the musicians were clustered.  Bodies on the staff randomly dictated what the musicians would play.  Do you get this?  I'm not sure I did exactly--how does this really translate to the sitar that was present tonight?  It did make for some interesting snapshots.  

And it was a beautiful late afternoon--perfect for throwing open a gallery door and inviting people to position their bodies on a large musical staff.  The music, itself, was great, actually.

Later, I was sitting outside and found myself talking to the artist, Mad Mohre, who conceived of the project.  I asked her if it had been inspired by Terry Riley's "In C" (is that the title?) and she said "Yes!" And, Lara, I was secretly so proud of myself because I literally know of only three famous experimental musicians:  Cage, Glass and Riley.

This is part of the Nouveau Classical Project.  These performances are happening Wednesday through Sunday afternoons and evenings until August 20th.  

A camera captures the position of bodies on the staff and beams it to the musicians. 

The artist, Mad Mohre

before summer ends to-do list

provo experimental music night.  

i just started planning classes for fall, which made me realize i have only about a month of summer break left.  we've done some fun things this year.  nothing major, but lots of little things and lots of festivities with family and friends.

lalage at an experimental music night in slc last saturday.  ingrid called my outfit "miss vampisham."  i said yes to this gig though i really wanted to stay home.  i'm practicing "yes" more.

because of doing the artist's way, i've been trying to live more. . . festively.  to not limit what i do so much, so i've been saying yes to a lot of things, and trying to get out of my natural introverted state and out of the house more.

anna's new shoes right after a summer rain storm at provo bicycle collective.

here's what i want to do before summer ends and ingrid returns to college:

1.  hike mt. timpanogas.

2. go tubing on the provo river.

3.  road trip to southern utah.

4. fancy back yard italian dinner with candles.

5.  grill more corn and peaches.

6. buy a new pioneer bonnet.