Category Archives: Art

Universes at the Works I could not disagree more with the anonymous blogger who called Universes “best in show”. I was going to post this as a comment, but I felt like it needed full play. And somebody has to … Continue reading →

Mark Russell said something at his public chat yesterday about the nature of performance, about the power of the live event to reverberate in your consciousness for years after. I don’t want to sound overwrought, but I was there last … Continue reading →

secrets collected form the Works 9.11.06 I’m falling in love with Holcombe Waller. I secretly want more cowbell. I hit a car on my way here. If he asked me to marry him, I would. I left my husband for … Continue reading →

Caution: I am going to use the term “dildo-freak out” in this blog post. Do not be alarmed. It’s telling that it takes two skinny white boys to equal one of R&B’s most storied, bizarre and sincere lyricist/performers. I’m not … Continue reading →

Best of the Fest? Best show of the year? Time will tell. But Universes had four microphones, and four humans, that was about all. The Works was near deserted (inside) when they took the stage, and they weren’t looking too … Continue reading →

Shirtless skinny white guy, standing on a ladder screaming into a microphone, pants unzipped, glasses shining in the blue spotlight with piano bar music rolling and pounding. + “You were my homie, my stoney, my rollie, my nigga, and never … Continue reading →

I understand that Kiki & Herb have been around longer than Christ, so I suspect that Kiki was somewhat of a muse for Edna St. Vincent Millay when she penned her famous poem, “First Fig” My candle burns at both … Continue reading →

posted by laurabecker last night after i got home from the works, i watched charlie rose on pbs. this may sound completely irrelevant, but trust me, it’s leading somewhere. all of charlie’s guests were new yorkers, all discussing the fifth … Continue reading →

Mark Russell’s Lecture at W+K …or Mr. Russell? While the rest of you are out gallivanting around from performance to performance, some of us are gettin’ serious digging into the bones beneath the flesh, the who’s who of who’s making … Continue reading →

They are a force. Everything you have read is nothing. I can’t say much. I can say, they destroyed. Herb is fucking adorable and Kiki is … I don’t even know. Tiananmen Square Massacre on New Years in a dress. … Continue reading →