Seattle, September 21-22, 1996
Date: Sun, 06 Oct 1996
To save time and space, to tell the Seattle story, I'll use an
e-dialog between K. Atchley and Barb Golden.
Anyway, first ... stay away from Hamburger Mary's in Seattle ...
especially if you know how good the original S.F. one is. The
Seattle one sucks! For good food for every meal, Julia's in Wallingford
is solid. The Best Western Continental Motel is comfortable (although
I couldn't sleep, missing my adjustable bed!).
Now that we got the important touring info out of way ...
Saturday we showed my video at 911 MEDIA ARTS. It is a very nice video theater with a giant screen and great
sound. When Peter of 911 booked us, he warned us nobody comes
to the screenings. So we weren't expecting loads of people (never
expect!). Even if nobody came, at least Leslie (who was our guide
in Seattle and who had seen a video of a rehearsal of the live
(unfulfilling) production of OUT OF ISOLATION) would see the full-strength version. That would have been worth
the trip. But a handful of people came. I sat in the back so I
could watch their reactions. When the video was over, I asked
them to move back to where I was so we could talk ... which is
always a risk because often people come to just sit in the passive
dark, wanting to be entertained. But these people were eager to
get intimate. We talked for over an hour. At one point, a woman
said she used to sing, so I invited her to sing with me at the
next night jam. Two other people (Brian, whose account follows,
and Leslie) asked if they could sing too! So at the jam, I had
a mike for people to get up and sing/dance with me when the spirit
moved them. More about the jam in a minute. Lob/Virgil, Brian
came because of your e-listings. Anyway, everyone at the screening
was warm and cozy.
Here I'll start using the e-dialog between K. Atchley and Barb
Golden ... and put my two-cents where ever!
e-dialog between K. Atchley and Barb Golden:
>so how was it? how was Seattle?
Fun weekend. Really liked Seattle. I enjoyed the reading. I like
Frank's/Linda's reading performance: Frank calling shots on which
pieces to read; Linda giving very nice readings of same; the "theatre"
of Frank>Linda communicating with the audience; Mike taking photos
and, as usual, offering general openness and good humor to the
room ... Nice group assembled (15 or so?) and were really into
it. I enjoyed doing the electronics. Don't think I took anything
away from the texts or covered the vocals and in places I felt
very "sync-ed" with the texts. Would love to do more of this (like
I say, BG, get a booking, pick some of texts, and let's have at
it. Would love to accompany your reading).
I'm available also, Barb ... I'd love to back you! I would love
to be a part of other people's performances.
Anyway, K.A., your music (live harmonica with noise tapes) added
a whole other dimension to the reading. I think it was a main
reason why my poem TORTURES (a list of horror stories from my life to shut up all of these
professional victims walking around whining) became a black comedy,
with people rolling on the floor laughing.
I hardly ever make an entrance ... just sitting talking with PISTIL BOOKS' owners, Ami and Sean ... sweethearts, although Sean thinks he
is a bad ass. I told him I liked how, after we sent them T.C.(r)#5,
he said he wasn't impressed! We brought them a box of our whole
line for their consideration of carrying. All through the reading,
I asked the audience to put pressure on Sean to carry my stuff.
Sean was hiding under his desk, loving it! At one point, he corrected
me ... they do carry the FRANK MOORE LINE!
The jam featured (mostly, but not all) noise-jock guys playing
through git-amps in timbral and dynamic range of loud club rock.
Very old and tedious playing techniques to my ear. Stuff a few
of us ("voice of the `old man talkin' `bout the good ol' days"?)
were doing over 20 years ago and very current `mungst the Japanese
noise bands 10 years ago and more.
Anyway, supposedly Frank can be heard on tape (made of performance)
but could hardly hear him and then for only moments in the performance.
I'm probably just getting old and cranky. Would love to see/hear
him in a very wild noise jam with artists good enough/sure enough
to listen and include Frank's instrument. However, the space was
nice and comfortable, the people were into it, visually it was
cool Frank dancing in dim red light and strobe a-go-go. I discussed
this a bit after performance and Frank said that a "pre-jam jam"
would be nice. Again, jam was fun enough, I'm just more demanding/cranky.
I'll be 42 in two weeks, I'm just getting old.
Gave Moore Cult your love/greetings. Gave Frank smooch on forehead
as we parted. Very glad I went.
Well, K.A., I am 50! I consider myself lucky to be playing at
such an underground place as ANOMALOUS after doing art/music for 30+ years. The multi-colored haired
sound gal Danielle saved the day after Davey, who was supposed
to produce the show, just didn't show. She got the musicians for
me and busted her ass all night. Except for one guy, Bill, the
Seattle musicians didn't show for the 6:30pm sound check. So five
minutes before the gig, we balanced everything. But when gig started,
the musicians cranked their amps up full, and wouldn't turn down.
Davey didn't bring an amp for K.A., so both K.A. and me were using
the p.a. So the p.a. was no match for the killer amps. But I didn't
know I couldn't be heard, so I was enjoying jamming, enjoyed people
coming up singing with me, enjoyed dancing with Leslie. But with
the exception of Bill, the musicians didn't look at me or one
another. They were isolated in individualism, focused on what
was coming out of their own amp. The basic problem was they didn't
know how to jam improv listen respond melt flow. I don't think
a pre-jam jam would have done anything. For musicians who know
how to jam, a pre-jam is just a fun excuse to get more jamming
Just wanted to thank you once again for one of the most well-spent
weekends I had this summer. Ah yes, who am I. I'm the youngun
in Seattle with the black headband. The jam on that Saturday (last
week was it?) was distinctly soothing for me in a way that has
nothing to do with psychophysical comfort--lack of a sound check
and temporary fuckup of my vocal chords notwithstanding. (And
there was the screening.) It was, for lack of a better word, an
"aesthetic" I had not previously experienced, at least not in
that immediacy nor at that volume. Participation from the supposed
audience is generally discouraged in most similar "performances"
that I have come across, but it was the very thing that topped-off
the night for me, if not the summer--a distinctly unprecedented
summer in my life. So, thats my spout, just wanted to "voice"
that out. Hope the flight back was entertaining and everyone is
well. I will be sure to pleasantly prod the folks at Pistil Books
to carry your material.