los angeles experimental artspace curating sub-avant-garde

Wednesday, October 28, 2009

calarts halloween bash this friday

zero-point is doing sound, d.s.t. is playing...this will be a stellar party to be sure...! all that creative primal energy...i love this party...this is my favorite time of year.

nomadic transmissions: offerings to the sunrise II was brilliant and healing and restful and crazy and survivalist and the smell of fire...great friends, even greater performances...so glad to have collaborated and performed. *** thanx for all the help*** : setting up, keeping things going, sharing food and coffee (saved my life the morning after)...i really like this new ceremony...i got more out of it this time because we had run shows there before, less unknown variables. and we had most of our lights up, more vision...i think that was successful.

we have an excellent videographer / projectionist who is editing all the footage diligently, so we may have that up and available sooner than soon!...he will also be recording the calarts party.

this show is going to be off the hook...

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love & ruckus
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Tuesday, October 13, 2009

nomadic transmissions : offerings to the sunrise II

October 23, 24 Fri-Sat
DUNG MUMMY's
NOMADIC TRANSMISSIONS

OFFERINGS TO THE SUNRISE II

THEE DUNG MUMMY CAMP
25 BANDS/2 NIGHTS CAMPING/FREE

A gathering of artists & friends in the Mojave desert.
More info, videos from the last outing, kinks to band websites, maps and up-to-date schedules at:
www.urckrecords.com (under events)

FRIDAY
Swords of Fatima (Midnight)
Sikhara 11:30
Array Orchestra 11:00
Oscillator 10:30
DearTear 10:00
Bavab Bavab 9:30
+DOG+ 9:00
Night at Noon 8:30
Huhm Druhm 8:00
Father of the Flood 7:30
Amps for Christ 7:00
Igor Amokian 6:30
Raven Chacon (Sunset)

SATURDAY
COTA (Midnight)
Neither/Neither World 11:30
Marlon Kasberg 11:00
Death of the West (Ure Thrall) 10:30
Hop-Frog’s Drum Jester Devotional 10:00
Blipvert 9:30
MLuM 9:00
Boor Baar 8:30
Volcanosis 8:00
Dog Shit Taco 7:30
Actuary 7:00
Ain Soph Aur 6:30
Slim The Tailor 6pm (Sunset)


What to Bring: Camping Equipment, TONS of Water, FOOD, Fire Wood. Fire Wood and Food are always appreciated. This is also a free event; however we ask everyone to donate 5-$10 to cover costs. This is a community event, word of mouth only, that's what makes it so much fun! Friends camping and playing music together! We have toilets covered! DIRECTIONS: From Los Angeles: Take the I-5 North To the 14th North (Northeast) 46.2 Miles Past Lancaster off Hwy 14 Turn left on Jawbone Canyon Road (just past the convenience store) To map the turnoff point use this address: 28188 Jawbone Cyn Cantil, Ca 92519 Entire Trip is apx. 115 miles from LA Proper. Head down Jawbone Canyon a couple miles until you see marker (construction cone) for the dirt road turn off. It will be on your right. In the day turn right after the blue mountains at night look for the projections on the rock. We’re about a mile before the road ends. Cell Phones: Carl Off 562-209-0896 Kirk Pickler 714 366 0286 Denise Owens 818-489-8574

NOTE: THIS IS NOT THE STEVE TOKES/FLIPSIDE SITE but its nearby about 200 feet further down the paved road.

PRESENTED BY: THE HOP-FROG KOLLECTIV AND ZERO-POINT
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love & ruckus
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Thursday, October 01, 2009

soundwalk drone kollectiv 2009

soundwalk 2009

this saturday october 3

in the parkling lot of what used to be acres of books

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love & ruckus
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13 moon series ethos


"art is time"

zero-point's 13 moon series full art experience:

co-curated by mark ferem, dana bean & christie scott

a one year project to inspire and celebrate the creative nature of the human spirit

through themed rituals consisting of music, visual and oral tradition,

interactive art and collaborative mash-ups

to create community

and build on a cultural narrative of peace and integration with our various environments.

we will create full art experiences:

utilizing the arts platform from musical ensembles to poets,

visual totems to interactive organic audience participation.

we will ferment and propagate compassion / awareness

as we return to the source of creativity,

the conscious convergence of zero-point 'energy'.

zero-point energy embodies the idea that all is one.

we will build on the 13 moon natural cycle of time,

zero-point will host 13 shows,

one every month in a sense ceremonial with nature,

because we must

harness the collective ether,

inspire positive change,

take back the lexicon and framing of language through collaborations,

create our own myths as storytellers,

learn anew to daily make a more livable space

where our spirits gather to restore the nature of our consciousness.

zero-point invites you to participate in your own evolution and transformation.

zero-point is a new arts warehouse in sodo (south downtown) los angeles

run by previous proprietress of il corral christie scott and soundman stane hubert.

zero-point is interested in hosting/fostering experiments in the expressive disciplines.

visual arts, music/sound, and word-based arts form the three ring 'circle acts',

the structure for the new & multi-media 'art circus' - salon style rowdiness.

zero-point press

Zero-Point is the New Il Corral

Rowdy 'Feminine Oddities' Show Inspires Old, Old Ideas

By Ron Garmon

In the two years it lasted, Il Corral was little short of a civic miracle. Hidden behind a routine length of vine-covered brick just off an ill-lit stretch of Melrose, the now-defunct club was less a rock venue than an irregularly-scheduled Temporary Autonomous Zone. The giddy avant-basement experimentalism of their scene was compressed into 40 Bands in 80 Minutes, a splendidly punky documentary documenting little of the chummy human tumult that attached itself to the space. Sure, you can hear well-crafted pop or prog-nosed rock whilst posing by the bar at any leading-brand Westside clipjoint, but how many of these invite patrons to swing across the floor on a rope?

Halcyon daze, to be sure, and unlikely to see revival anywhere near Hollywood anytime soon. Despite tolerant neighbors, effective DIY security, and dueling norteño decibels from two nearby dance halls, some residual hillbilly-moonshiner’s sense of the possible told me the place was impermanent at best. Like Al’s Bar, Zamakibo!, and the Garage, Il Corral joined the ranks of the padlocked, closing late last year in the usual white-noize Yuletide blizzard, only to reopen as Zero-Point last month in the even less-trendy precincts of South Downtown. Again hidden in plain sight (on the second floor of a barnlike warehouse off S. Central), the space is well-suited to partners Christie Scott and Stane Hubert’s announced ambition of inviting artists from various media into “three ring circle acts” and “salon-style rowdiness,” like the one-off multimedia “Feminine Oddities” show last Saturday night.The seeming idea was to hurl burly-q hoofers, girly punks, femme-flavored art, and a platoon of miscellaneous beautiful women – including Playboy model Foxy Natalia – into a crowd of downtown bohos and await the combustion already well underway by the time we arrived. My date, a pink-haired model who occasionally suffers her nude body to be painted with leopard spots for Art, did her innocent best to blur the line between spectator and exhibit, as intriguing images on the walls subtly raised the ambient sexual temperature. Debra Haden’s spread-legged, fish-netted Medusae jostled with Bryan Barnes’s bosomy death’s-heads and Mary Macker’s goth moppets for attention, as inhibitions relaxed and patrons began to paw and nuzzle discreetly. Indeed, my girl and I were on the verge of indiscretion ourselves when a peremptory feedback skronk redirected our attention to the ad-hoc performance space.Fallopian, an all-girl punk act from the disaffected proletarian hellhole of Santa Monica, set up an overamped clatter sounding less like every trick in the chickpunk book than the book itself stuffed into an elderly, sputtering woodchipper. These tubular belles, delectable in thrift-glamour couture, didn’t stint on audience by-play, even mixing in a little self-promo. “Hayley Duff loves us!” shouted the guitarist, bidding the rest of us follow her example. The audience yipped and bawled in delight, naked of inhibitions and earplugs as an old-timey mosh pit, but infinitely better looking.My date and I exited and walked around the block in a self-generated marigasmo haze, returning in time to see Fallopian’s boy groupies laboriously wrangle the band’s designer gear to the pavement. Upstairs, red-haired Foxy was shaking her well-made kewpie ass at a battery of photographers, as poses of other kinds had been long since abandoned by the congenial crowd. The über-hip governors of the place were beaming as the Hollywood Pin Up Girls strutted out. This “retro feel-good cabaret” consists of a gaggle of undeniably lovely ladies tripping Fosse-like to canned chestnuts like “Le Jazz Hot” and David Rose’s “The Stripper.” It was cheesy and about as un-serious as gallery showings get, but it worked like Wonka. As we edged to the door, the wolfish leers we saw plastered all over the room told of the power of art to stimulate ideas.2008-02-07the article online: zero-point oddities



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Los Angeles Times - January 10, 2008

Words from the 'bathroom blogosphere'

Mark Ferem documents the best of bathroom-wall scrawls in his new book.

Elina Shatkin

MARK FEREM has made a career out of crawling around urinals -- and he's not a janitor. Inspired by a Rainer Maria Rilke quote ("For beauty is nothing but the beginning of terror") scrawled on the bathroom wall of a Houston dive bar, the native Angeleno began a small photo essay on the subject. Thirteen years later, his obsession with latrinalia has led to dozens of trips around the country and a 160-page photo book on the subject, "Bathroom Graffiti" (2007, Mark Batty).

Where tagging and street graffiti obsess over marking territory and artistic self-aggrandizement, the "bathroom blogosphere," as Ferem calls it, is devoted to a more interactive form of self-expression. "I used to think bathroom graffiti was invisible, and I never really paid attention to it. But seeing that [quote] got me more interested in it as a ritual. Why is it that people use this medium to acknowledge these moments in their lives?" Ferem says.

Christie Scott, one of the organizers of now-defunct punk club Il Corral, has an idea: "It's a pure democracy. It's anonymous. It's complete expression with no censorship. You have the same power as anyone else who can mark a wall." During Il Corral's reign, graffiti and stickers dotted the entire club, but the nexus was in the bathroom and adjacent hallway, where patrons first began marking the vivid orange walls as they waited in line to use the club's only toilet.

It was one of Ferem's favorite haunts. For the best of latrinalia, he recommends cafes Insomnia and Karma Coffeehouse, the Hollywood outpost of Thai restaurant Toi, Echo Park dive bar Little Joy and another all-ages club, the Smell. Though he hasn't noticed a distinct difference in graffiti varietals from city to city, the sheer quantity of L.A.'s bathroom graffiti continues to awe him. The nastiest bathroom in L.A.? That distinction belongs to Al's Bar, circa 1995. "The men's bathroom was crushed with graffiti, layer upon layer. It was like a time capsule," Ferem says with palpable regret.

Scott, whose years at Il Corral turned her into a de facto curator of latrinalia, will celebrate the art form at the launch of experimental art and performance space Zero Point. Guests will, of course, be welcome to mark up the bathroom walls. But a curated exhibit of Ferem's photos of bathroom graffiti, printed, framed and under glass, will also hang in a gallery area. "Maybe next time when someone goes into a bathroom," Ferem says, "they'll perceive it in a different way."

'BATHROOM GRAFFITI'

WHERE: Zero Point, 1049 E. 32nd St., L.A.

WHEN: 9 p.m. Saturday

PRICE: $5-$10

INFO:www.zeropointspace.org

see the article online: calendarlive.com


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LA WEEKLY - December 27, 2008

go: SATURDAY, Dec. 29

Bavab Bavab, +dog+, Hop-Frog Kollectiv at Il Corral

It’s the final show at Il Corral, a place that has for three tumultuous years presented some of the most aggressively interesting — and occasionally just plain aggressive — new music in 21st century Los Angeles. Since January of 2005, all manner of noise has sandblasted the performance space, not to mention the rowdy neighbors, area muggings, assaults by key Satanists and the sweaty limitations of a confined venue. It’ll reincarnate in 2008, moving to a new space, Zero-Point, in SoDo (South Downtown). So enjoy the shrieking cacophonous bilge of +dog+; the minimalist noise pop of Bavab Bavab (the duo of Il Corral proprietress Christie Scott and Il Corral soundman Stane Hubert); and the mystical rhythms of postmodern primitives Hop-Frog Kollectiv. They wave goodbye as if in reply to Col. Troutman’s “It’s over, Johnny!” by channeling the spirit of John Rambo: “Nothing is over!” (David Cotner)

see the article online : laweekly.com