The Alchemy of Small Groups (Part 6 of 6)
If the human world is organized in small groups, what are the qualities and conditions that make small groups work best?
If the human world is organized in small groups, what are the qualities and conditions that make small groups work best?
That time I saw Nirvana in 1991. Or, what happens to an artist and their music on the journey from small clubs to stadiums and how are these experiences different? Essay #2 in a series about the unique power of live performance in small venues.
There is a photograph of my grandad and three of his brothers taken in Dublin in the early 1930s; the brothers stand in a row and pose with their arms firmly placed by their sides or their hands on their hips. They wear what are
Complexity often frightens people from engaging with the critical context and history that informs our current realities. So, what you will read is [not] complex. It is current and quite easy to understand: Colonizing powers have a problem with Indigeneity.
Being a witness of many of the referenced breakthroughs, Rosenboom, the pioneer of brainwave music, embodied the spirit of the legacy we aspired to dust off.
Okay. I wrote a really long discursive essay about The Theater(s) We Need Now – and I didn’t even dive too deep into the arts admin weeds – but I know how things are, I know what life is like, I know everybody’s busy so
Two choreographers navigate the strangeness of the stage in works developed through a new residency in Red Hook, Brooklyn.
There is no audience. There is a community and you’re connected to the community and you’re not playing to the audience. There happens to be an audience and they’re looking through a keyhole and seeing this unique culture and its traditions and its dances and community, speaking in a language they don’t know.
Two figures approach each other. They could be brothers, countrymen, mortal enemies. In a world obsessed with borders, they are fundamentally different and dangerously similar.
Waves crashed on the sand and ambient beats wafted from the DJ tent. Rainbow flags marked a sacred circle on the beach: beyond the luxurious summer homes and expensive restaurants, a brave queer oasis for experimental art emerged.
I hope Putin understands “Fuck War” in not only Russian, but Estonian, Latvian and Lithuanian as well.
What is the body if not your closest, most concrete tie to blood lineage? It’s a mirror, a translation, a vessel for parallels and repetition across oceans and decades.