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Holy Wols - Porch Tour!




Holy Wols is David Feil and Amye McCarther, a Houston based Americana Duo that recently did a porch tour that caught my attention. I decided to do a small interview with Amye McCarther, not so much about the actual music, rather about the tour itself.

JI: Tell us a little bit about the porch tour, to start with, how did you come up with the idea?

AM: The idea came about organically. I think we were playing on our friend Zach's big porch over in Harrisburg and trying to plot a tour for the summer. The fact that we'd rather be playing on porches for our friends and neighbors than in venues for audiences occurred to us kind of simultaneously, I think. It made perfect sense because much of our music has actually emerged from lazy afternoons fiddling around on the stoop at David's or on the shady balcony at my house. So we started hitting people up for porches to play on, promising to croon and swoon and stomp our feet if they obliged.



This triggers my fascination for logistics! How was the tour organized?

Haphazardly. At first we were thinking that our porch tour would span our three favorite neighborhoods in Houston: Harrisburg, the Montrose, and the Heights. We secured a day to play at our friends' bookstore in the Heights on a Saturday evening. It has a quiet little back porch and we thought it would make a nice close to the day. Somehow neighborhood gossip and drunk talk carried fast and we had people asking if we would play on their porches - all of whom were in the Heights as well. So we narrowed our territory and planned a route for the afternoon of five porches from the northwest corner to the southeast.

What is the Heights like? And is there a 'scene' that you are a part of in Houston?

The Heights also has the tag "Historic Heights" and "The Small Town Near Downtown". It flanks downtown Houston and Buffalo Bayou to the northwest. Being an older neighborhood it sports two of my favorite things: huge old trees and grand verandas. The houses were built before the advent of air conditioning and in their day the verandas provided a shady breezy retreat from the stifling boggy heat which engulfs the city for about six months out of the year. Unfortunately, Houston's relaxed zoning and a recent trend of gentrification in the Heights has allowed many of these elegant older homes to be supplanted by newer, more chic looking structures sans verandas. Nevertheless, the Heights is the best remaining neighborhood for porches in the Houston area.

Despite the recent changes, the Heights still feels homey and cozy. It's become the place where young people go to try on domesticity for the first time, buy their first house, walk their dogs. And, like just about everywhere else in Houston, the warmth and damp make everything seem drowsy, the pace of life feels slow.

No, there isn't a scene that I'm part of in Houston. Or, rather, I'm part of many scene fragments. Chalk it up to sprawl, one of the fastest growing populations in the US, the dying off of independent music venues, etc. It really feels like you're operating in a vacuum here. Most musicians and artists eventually leave for that reason.

Were all gigs (is that word still used by the way?) the same day? Did you carry instruments with you? Was it just you and David that was biking between the porches or did parts of the audience follow you?

Yes, the gigs were all in one day.

As it happened we had a surprise guest that day, our friend Frank Davis. Frank is a sort of venerable, fun-loving folk/blues singer who has been performing in Houston since the 1950's. We went by Frank's on our way to the first porch and he asked if he could bring along his Daddy Banjo. We were delighted.

It was mostly the audience on bikes. David and Frank shuttled the instruments in the car. I rode on the back of my friend's bike. As we went from porch to porch more people came along, kids came out on their scooters, neighbors drifted over from other porches.

Our hosts were awesome. Everywhere we played they had barbeque, gin fizzes, lavender lemonade, and lemon bars. As the afternoon progressed everyone gradually got a little more boozy, the foot-stomping and whistling got a little boisterous. Good times.



Was it unplugged? Did you play the same set on all porches?

Yep, we played unplugged. David, Frank and I played on the porches and everyone else spread blankets under the trees in the yard to listen. We had already planned to play five different sets without repeating any songs. With Frank thrown into the mix it turned into a song swap. We sang on his songs, he sang on ours, someone would play solo while the others took a break for drinks and snacks. It was very relaxed.

Did the porches and the settings of the tour in general influence the performances? If yes, in which ways?

I think the music itself was, from its conception, influenced by porches. Also, I like things that have a conciseness or containedness about them and I think the porch tour achieved that. We wrote our lazy ballads on our own porches and then performed in the same fashion. The Southern hospitality, the temperate weather and good company knit together to create a sort of utopian atmosphere which we couldn't have made elsewhere. So, yes, I think porches were integral to the experience.



Holy Wols is touring in Texas, Arizona and California this summer. Listen to their tunes at holywols.com. Photos above by Andrew Lienhard and Oopey Mason.

Preface by the unknown copyist



"as I walked along the seastrand, I saw a shining object cast upon the beach by the high tide [...], the object spekled mysteriously, that which greed could not do was done by curiosity, and I descended, wading kneep-deep into the water, and I snatched it up. At first glance, it was just a common bottle of fine glass, carefully sealed with pitch. Immediately I called my driver and rode home. That evening, in the privacy of my study, I broke the bottle. Inside was a scroll of paper, the manuscript of Captain Adam Queensdale, deted 23 October 1761.

Although it had been well protected, over one hundred and twenty-five years the bottle had been carried by the ocean currents, the paper had suffered a degree of damage. I spent several exciting evenings copying the contents of the original which threatened to dintegrate into dust and ashes at any moment. The text contained a description of a shipwreck that only Captain Queensdale had survived; a description of the island, Ultima Thule, north of Iceland, where the castaway was taken in by the inhabitants, members of the heretical secto of Two-Wheelers, exiled from Europe in the 14th century: a description of life and rituals of the inhabitants, of their mythology and eschatology; abd at the end, a copy of the wholy text,
The Purgatory of Sleep, the greater part of which, unfortunately, was so heavily damaged as the be unreadable.

Studying this tale, which had a healing effect on my sould, I decided to save it from oblivion, but also from the curiosity of the masses, from the quasi-scholars and sensationalists. The only way to do that was to act just as the bottle had acted toward me: I hade to let the story find its readers by itself. I made six completely identical copies and inserted them into six expensice, but uninteresting, books. I sent the boks to the addresses of reputable secondhand bookstores in London, Istanbul, Heidelberg, Reykjavik, Cairo and Bombay. They will. I am certain of it, know how to reach their readers. Everyone who comes to believe in their contents will do the same thing I did: he will make six copies of the text and find a way to release them into the world.

J. H. W.
4 July 1982"

Excerpt of "The Cyclist Conspiracy" by Svetislav Basara, 1988
Photo from Belgrade harbor, February 2010

So, what brings this text here? I read it last night in the book mentioned above and I felt directly how it connected to our ongoing investigations about detour communication, but also adding a layer of self-replication, an almost biomorphic approach, but still so low-tech and poetic.

DUST by Ujin Lee and Tom Edwards

photo snatched from www.ujinlee.com

Ujin Lee and Tom Edwards is currently working on this project called DUST. It says on the web site, that the project is in progress, why there is very little information to find about the thoughts behind the project.

As we are at South Pole Station exploring the 'aesthetics of dust' I find this project interesting as a kind of research. It seems that they are working with dust in a global sense, as it can occur everywhere - indoors awa outdoors.

The dust clouds created by Lee and Edwards contains traces of an explosion (horizontal lines), which leads me to the thought that they are 'created' as artifacts more than 'observed' as unexplainable natural phenomena. The aesthetics of theese explosions is powerful and agressive yet quiet as they lift them selves from the ground.

Will you ever be able to find a dust cloud like this without seeing to guys with a trigger and a camera?

I think it is important for the next takes on the 'aesthetics of dust' that we explore more closely the ephemeral qualities in the dust, and of cause, treat the dust as clouds instead of explosions.

SEBASTIAN MAROT - LECTURE AT SPS

After a long time i found the famous Sebastian Marot lecture - 'EXILE ON MAIN STREET' on a video podcast at www.architecturaltheory.eu

GORDON MATTA CLARK, WINDOW SHOOTING, NYC



Some will remember Sebastian Marot from his lecture at Århus 2008 - I remember his first words;
"I didn't sleep this night because the guys in the airport wouldn't let me."

THE
NEXT
THING
I
remember is a 2.5 hours long lecture, traveling though the history of architecture as if he was just in the mood for it and didn't care about sleep at all.


{Lecture held at Symposium Landscape Fictions based on True Stories in aut (architektur und tirol), Innsbruck at October 24. 2008}

hooks out

In collaboration with Sofia Bergman, SPS crew Sune Rieper, Anders Krogdal and Jakob Ingemansson applies for workshop at EASA Manchester 2010.

The theme 'Ephemeral City of Flesh and Bones' explores how human bodies, considered as a building bricks can create choreographed groups and out of control structures based on swarm- and crowd behavior.
How does this change of your body into a building brick change the identity of you and the city space?

The workshop will focus on creating the best study environment ever seen in the History of EASA.
So we Guarantee:
A selection of energizing fruit juices every morning.
3 walking lectures in the city - no class room crap.
Exercises every morning to warm up the body brick.
Inspiration films in our cozy late night cinema.

Detour dust-Easthetics Exhibition?



'aesthetics of dust'_initial easthetics

'aesthetics of dust'_detour 1_digital grid
'aesthetics of dust'_detour 2_ ASCII


Is it possible somehow to arrange a kind of exhibition in the realm of SPS; considering the'easthetics of dust'as the theme of the exhibition; presented as video.
And then, explore the one million detours possible to communicate the ecxact same 'data' ideas presented in the dust-videos.
In other words; what happens if we see the 'detours' as a kind of encrytion, through which we modify the basic easthetic set of rules.

Here is a piece of paper dotted with various inks, and lead, describing some initial ideas for how this would come to be, photographed.














The Ideas sketched out so far summed up are:

i) alphabet/sign wall/box
ii) ascii relief

a general statement about communication is established, and the various conventions communication is communicated with.
we welcome the next detour

doc alliance films


Hvis alle blogs handlede om at referere andre blogs, ville man efter utrolig lang tid kunne læse det samme på alle blogs. Det tror jeg ikke er fremtiden. Men alligevel er det blevet tid til at referere, gøre opmærksom på en reference, inden for internettes vidt udstrakte rammer. Ikke for at udvande THE WEB, men for at hylde neuronerne der limer vores verden sammen - og så fordi denne hjemmeside ikke er en blog, men en utrolig god idé - hvilket i sig selv er en reference værd...
...og så er vi tilbage ved starten af denne tråd - og det er et sted ingen af os har lyst til at være igen...

Se dokumentarfilm fra billigt til gratis!

www.docalliancefilms.com

tekst: Anders Krogdal
Idé: docalliancefilms

Designing/orchestrating disappearence

well, the first intuitive answer must be yes. Could the grid then instead be placed directly on site, and not imposed afterward in illustrator? Painting on the street, on a wall, placing a constructed grid?

Today i went to Fuglsang Museum in the very south of DK to see an exhibition on the theme TREES. This photo is the reason I went there. The way the tree is orchestrated... is stunning and in a sense ephimeral.


Photo: Myoung Ho Lees 'Tree #3'
Text: Anders Krogdal

Representation / tool?



Can "The Easthetics of Dust" be transformed from representation to tool? Can a mapping of the visual and physical densifications/sprawls be used as a tool in a design process? Can these spatial mappings/tools/design processes also involve time?

Photo-edit by Magnus Ohren.
Text by Jakob Ingemansson.