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New York summer, Part 1 – rooftop tiki bar and bells

Last Friday night Steve, Cate and I ran in to the Whitney Museum to see the Christian Marclay Festival — part exhibition, part performance space and part graffitti-friendly hangout (well, chalk-on-blackboard grafitti anyway). We missed the 7 pm performance but the place was still pretty packed till closing at 9 pm. The museum’s pay what you wish policy on Friday nights is obviously a draw.

John Cage’s Shoes–Robert Storr speaks in Paris

I think it was the 13th of August, 1992, that artist and neighbor Ray Johnson called me with the news that John Cage was dead. I know it was early in the morning, and not the day he died, the 12th, because when I went outside to get a coffee and a New York Times, Cage’s obit was fully formed, a solid page, a gray tombstone reserved only for those who have come to New York to change the world. Ray hung up and I assume spent the day dialing all sorts of people to tell them that John Cage ... More » »

Weekly Update – ICA’s shows, noisy and still

This week’s Weekly has my review of the ICA shows Ensemble and Between Us. Below is the copy with some pictures. More photos at flickr. Bring the Noise“Ensemble” rattles and hums while Eileen Neff’s photos are still as death. Enter Ensemble at ICA through Mineko Grimmer’s Bamboo Forest 1995/2007, a sonic curtain. “Ensemble” at the Institute of Contemporary Art is louder than a roomful of noisy 2-year-olds unwrapping drums and rattles at Christmas. The group show of 32 clacking, clicking and thumping audio art pieces was organized by guest curator Christian Marclay, an artist whose own work involves complex sonic ... More » »

Armleder and Marclay have themselves a merry, Fluxus Christmas

John Armleder (left) and Christian Marclay (right) perform About Nothing: As Usual, a medley of Fluxus and Fluxus-inspired performance art pieces at the Institute of Contemporary Art in Philadelphia The airplane hangar-sized space at the Institute of Contemporary Art was the perfect setting for About Nothing: As Usual, a wonderfully silly performance by John Armleder and Christian Marclay Friday night. The result brought to mind Charlie Chaplin, Harold Lloyd and Marcel Marceau–hapless anti-heroes working their way through a lifetime of ridiculous tasks. Armleder commits bubble gun suicide, and gets soap bubbles in his eye Performance artist Armleder, whose little drawings ... More » »