Forepaw

First: YES, Trails is on this evening. Note that we'll be starting at 7pm rather than 6pm. This'll probably be the case for future Trailses too, because I'm working on Tuesdays now and I just can't get home fast enough.

Tonight will be a special "Lunar Eclipse Edition" of Trails, so expectations are high...

Eclipse begins: 6:51 pm
Totality begins: 7:52 pm
Mid-Eclipse: 8:37 pm
Totality ends: 9:22 pm
Eclipse ends: 10:23 pm

THEN, this SATURDAY NITE, we have this thing:

Naked on the Vague ('Sad Sun' EP Launch)
Always
Fabulous Diamonds
Absoluten Calfeutrail
Young Romantix

7.07pm, $7

Presented by Sabbatical

Good Lord. That's a fucking solid line-up right there.
Naked on the Vague are probably our favourite live-band-thing right now.
And the poster's beautiful too.
If you miss this you are a DAMN FOOL.

x Forepaw

PS Apologies if you been trying to get in touch with us and got no luck/response of late. The Forepaw Communications Unit has been having some issues but our technicians assure us that they are indeed following up all of your requests for love and attention. We'll get back to you. In the meantime, keep a stiff upper lip.

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with

Owls Of The Swamp,
The Orbweavers,
Look- Bird Lament!,
Fulton Girls Club
and more

5pm Sunday 26 Aug 2007

Zond

Deaf Deaf

Kill Boogie

Downtown

Free Choice

8pm. $6. All Ages.

See you there.

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This Thursday August 16:

We're totally chuffed to be hosting:

LOREN CHASSE (USA)
Member of the legendary Jeweled Antler Collective, Thuja and Coalacanth.
Exploring the notion of the microphone as an extension of the ear.
Chasse's work centres around the act of listening. Looking for particular resonant and acoustic situations, using his sound locations as both instrument and studio.

ERNIE ALTHOFF
You know him, you love him.

with support from the Shambolic Guanyin Orchestra.

More info (time, tax etc) as it comes to hand.

Well, no gigs this weekend, but we're not so heartless that we'd leave you with nothing to do. So there's this:

A Thousand Pardons
by Andrew Harper

7pm Saturday August 4

This video piece has come to us after a three-week run at Hobart's Cast Gallery, and is a profoundly uncomfortable viewing experience. We'll let Andrew take it from here:

Performance, when it works, is for me a transformative state; I have odd sensations of being more than that which I am in these moments. I think this is what Artaud is reaching for in his exploration of theatre and performance: transformation and ecstatic sensation arrived at barefoot on a path of broken glass. A Thousand Pardons is the end of a long-played idea that began as comedy and deftly flipped itself into tragedy whilst my back was turned. The development seemed to guide itself, but this is normal for me — the more I think the more I lie. I prefer to attempt the horror of truth here.

I do not want to tell you what this is about. I mean, I can explain that I am sorry for stupid things that I have done, and I am sorry in a general sense for things that are bad that I have no control over or input into because I really do feel someone should apologise for them, and no one will. That absence makes us all ugly. I feel someone should aplogise for Cronulla Beach, for the swelling nausea I felt — and no one will. No one will apologise to the indigenous peoples. No one will apologise, and nothing will move on. I want to apologise to the future for not fixing it. I want someone to beg for forgiveness for Australia's human rights record. Insert your own here. Do you follow? I do not want to tell you. You already know.

Perhaps it could be this: Depression is rage turned inwards. This is not the answer. It's a nice glib little epigram that seems appropriate now. I heard it somewhere. It might have been on an episode of The Sopranos. I'm not sure if this work is entirely about depression, or rage turned inward, but it began, towards the end of the process to feel like a ritual. Different to my previous Celluloid curse against the current government (2005), it is far more inward, far more angry, and much uglier. I came to think of it as an exorcism; I do not know of what, but I really do — it's just that I cannot say with total accuracy, and I'm afraid to, because I fear you will misunderstand me.

This is why I do things like this: there are no words that exactly express this for me, but I believe I can show you. I think I have to show you, actually, because I need to be precise. I think I have to show you because it's important, far more important than me. I am a conduit, nothing more, I think. I only know for sure when I'm doing it, inside of it, in a brief pure state where everything makes sense, like vertigo. That's all I can say now. I'm sorry I cannot give you a better answer.

x

Andrew is a performer, an experimental film-maker, and a writer. Born and based in Hobart, Andrew has long been active in many different aspects of arts and culture in Tasmania and beyond, from public radio to experimental film. The last few years have seen him screening local film, singing in punk bands, reading too much Bataille, working in vile market research jobs, exhibiting work doodles from said jobs, and obsessing about bodily fluids. His most recent exhibition featured the film work PISS (light) as part of the group show Sex and the City at BUS Gallery in Melbourne.


Andrew will be here and more than willing to chat about what he does if you've got any questions for him. We'll be screening some other, somewhat-related stuff after A Thousand Pardons if you feel like sticking around.

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