Events/ Performances/ Notices

Art/Text I.

Ian Jeffrey

“A Pair of Bloody Hi-Tops”

The photograph is of my friend Dan’s shoes. Converse high-tops, off-white, and spattered with blood. He is standing on a grey linoleum floor with his right foot positioned just in front of his left. For some reason, if I am thinking about this picture, I imagine him standing with his feet apart in a wide v-shape. Athough after looking at it again, if anything, they are pointed slightly inward. The frame ends just above his ankles. I don’t think I actually took the picture myself, I think I asked his girlfriend to take it for me. We had been out all night, and had just gotten back to his apartment where we were standing around in the kitchen, talking.

The club had been packed with people. The dance floor was really more of a long corridor, a digestive tract, connecting the bar up front with the toilets in the back. All night, it was body pushing past body, moving back and forth to drink or piss.

When the DJ played Bigmouth Strikes Again, he built it up slowly, repeating the guitar intro over and over again, cutting it in-and-out rhythmically with a Latin percussion break. The anticipation stretched, and then it broke, causing one of those rare moments when the night peaks, when everything is perfect, and you can sense this burning metallic energy being shared by everyone dancing together. The room was in a frenzy. Everyone was singing along, “Now I know how Joan of Arc felt!” In the midst of this, there was a girl wouldn’t stop dancing, even though she had a piece of broken glass stuck in her foot. She didn’t care—she just kept dancing—bleeding all over the crowded floor.

Later, back in the kitchen, Dan was saying he had seen her right as it happened. He had noticed the girl on the other side of the room. She was missing one of her sandals, and was standing elegantly on one leg like a flamingo, her bare foot propped up against her knee to protect it from the broken glass on the floor. She was scanning around for it using the dim light of her phone, but then, as she heard the intro to Bigmouth, she slapped the phone closed and mouthed an exaggerated “fuck it,” slamming her foot down right as the drums came in

May 4, 2012

Communion IV: The Bathaus at Anthony Greaney

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6:30p - Screening: The Craze
8:00p - BATHAUS: MIDNIGHT RENDEVOUS with ketzel toaytl
8:30p - o+ & DEAD ART STAR
9:15p - BATHAUS, NICKY ROMANCE + Zilla w/ HEXbeam
With a durational performance with Maria Molteni!
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April 21, 2012