Archive for March, 2010

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Tim Miller’s Lay of the Land

March 18, 2010

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Chicago is blessed to have the attention of  Tim Miller, a California-based performance artist whose level of engagement with social justice is admirable, to say the least. Regularly performing here and mentoring Chicago youth, I’ve been lucky to catch his last few pieces. While their format has always been the same, the attention grabbing manner in which Miller weaves personal anecdotes into intelligent analysis of current events is unique. He’s reliably dressed in a black tank top and shorts and uses props, eye contact, movement and metaphor to draw a thick line between what he does and simple stand up. His recent work has focused on gay marriage–a long term relationship with Australian author Alistair McCartney has obviously brought the issue to a boiling point, and the high energy, spittling politico’s want for equality has translated into the frustrated patriotism of “Lay of the Land,” playing through Sunday at Victory Garden’s Biograph Theatre, 2433 N. Lincoln Ave.

Make no mistake, Miller has fought tooth and nail for his (and our) rights. A long history with civil disobedience and “the process,” his experience gives a heavy weight to his insistence. My personal extra-lefty circles have never embraced gay marriage as their front-and-center cause, using phrases such as “post-queer” to summarize their distance between their radical justice efforts and those LGBT’s that have marriage equality as their activist priority. From where I’m standing, all of our efforts to increase visibility and legal inclusion (whether it’s marriage, health care or immigration reform) are interconnected. The thought of having one without the others is unacceptable. Miller’s generation (he’s in his early 50′s) and wish to have his partner’s residency solidified is a perfect example of how gay marriage and immigration reform are connected. It’s not the entire picture, but it is more than an adequate frame for his inspiring stories.

“Lay of the Land” starts with a detailed account of literally trying to get some sunshine up his ass, then transitions to a childhood choking incident with a potential kitchen-table tracheotomy and continues expanding its radius until we are flying over the United States with Miller flamboyantly flapping his arms across the stage. There’s video, song, and enough autobiography to feel as though you’ve gotten to know someone. A gifted story teller by nature, LOTL’s power lies in Miller’s willingness to show himself–more than once the performer drops, and emotional swell flash-floods his eyes. In that moment, the walls drop and overwhelmed is the room with an intimacy that can only clue us to the love Miller feels for his partner and his country. That reconciliation is something we are left longing for, regardless of whether or not we want gay marriage as part of our personal story.

Through Sunday in the Richard Christiansen Theater at the Biograph, 2433 N. Lincoln Ave.; Running time: 1 hour, 20 minutes; Tickets: $25 at 773-871-3000 and www.victorygardens.org

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Salem Invented a New Genre

March 11, 2010

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Apparently, people are catching on now. The genre is called “drag” and I’m trying to not get irritated. Why? BECAUSE. This is a typical first step towards a mainstreamification of genuine artistic innovation, ALWAYS a dubious prospect in my mind.  Pitchfork reported today that a new record label, called Tri Angle (distributed by Kompakt–is this an indie version of major label/small label–my mind is BLOWING UP here) will have a roster that includes the bands Creep (feat. Lauren Flax), Slava and oOoOO, all “drag” artists. Haven’t heard of them? Don’t worry, this is straight up niche-nerd stuff, we’re still in the first wave. It’ll be a couple of years before we hear a “drag” artist break out with some pop-friendly version and then we’ll all remember when and cry “LATE!” In any case, the genre is described by Tri Angle owner Robin Carolan as “”witching-hour vision of Cocteau Twins dream pop, meshed with the soundtrack to a particularly angsty Gregg Araki film full of Gen X shoegazer atmospherics and industrial beats, brought bang up to the date by the influence of raw hip-hop mutations like chopped and screwed and juke.” Pretty much EXACTLY what Salem is–I’m actually sitting here, slapping my forehead thinking about this druggy psychosis as a movement. The small amount of information we actually have about Salem clues us to their addiction/prostitution roots, it’d be shame if there were other bands with the same back story. Conversely, it’d be a shame if there were other bands that just pretended to be like that in order to make some fucked up sounding goth-juke. For now, my eyes and ears are wide open, the label name and it’s first releases have that familiar whiffa GAY.

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Most Straight People Don’t Know Gay Men Can’t Give Blood

March 4, 2010

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I’ll NEVER forget. I was in highschool, and there was a blood drive. I went in, wanting to do my part, eat some cookies, get out of class, hang on a couch with my friends and it would be good deeds done cheap, right? Then and now, if you go to donate blood and are male, they are required to ask you if you have had sex, even just once, with another man since 1977. If you say yes, then you are not eligible to give blood. I was just a kid (and yes I had already done the deed, PROTECTED, mind you) and I answered the questions honestly. When the nurse told me I was not eligible, I asked why, and she merely pointed at my answer on the page. I quietly excused myself and discreetly talked to my friends about it later. It was one of my first tastes of the subtle, embedded and non-violent ways that gay people are discriminated against and yeah, it hurt. Years later, I was social worker, and there was a blood drive at my job. My friend had organized it, and urged me to give. I told her I wasn’t allowed, and she thought I was full of it and just not thinking it was an important thing to do. She was embarrassed after going to the nurse on staff and asking if that was true. Since then, I’ve made sure to let anyone that asks me about giving blood that gay men aren’t allowed, and it’s always an eye-opener. You should try it!

John Kerry was in the news today, going on record for the repeal of such discrimination, but who the hell knows what will happen. They could at least list that question in the eligibility section of the Red Cross website, but they don’t. I guess it’s embarrassing.

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Fred Schneider’s New Band

March 3, 2010

History has correctly claimed the B-52′s as one of rock’s greats. Before 2008, they had about 3 bad songs in their entire catalogue and it wasn’t until the woefully uninspired Funplex that I realized it was time for side projects and guest spots. I mean, those kinds of one-off collaborations can, and usually do, beget flashes of fun, reminders of why you love an artist to begin with. Sometimes, when said artist goes back and revisits their main act, they can come out better for it. So, just having read an excellent, confident and self-aware interview with Fred Schneider over at AV Club, I was overjoyed to know of his new el-weirdo project, The Superions. A quirky electronic side band with Noah Brodie and Dan Marshall, their first single “Who Threw That Ham At Me” already has an official video, limited 12″ single on Happy Happy Birthday To Me Records and a digital EP on iTunes. According to the AV interview, the plan is to make a “regular record,” plus themed albums for Halloween and Christmas. Song titles like “Those Sexy Saucer Girls” and “Totally Nude Island” pretty much sum it up, or as Schneider put it, “going to go where no one else bothers to go, or where no one in their right mind would go.” Stream at ye olde Myspace and get your spoken word on. Hopefully, the other B’s are dabbling in other interests to make that comeback record we so badly need.

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