Rad. I was at home, sewing a skirt (gold & black Senegalese inverting pattern) when I remembered about it. When the skirt was done I was ready. I got to PS1, missed the review, but was whisked to Deitch in a chartered bus. It is a double warehouse space on the water in Long Island City. The bar was free, sponsored by ******* liquor, (made from "bugs and herbs") and I got in free on account of volunteering at the fair tomorrow. Silk Flowers started up, I had never seen them despite meaning to, but I had read many reviewsish about them, and so when the Ian Curtis inflection came out I was pretty sure it was them, then confirmed. It was really good though. The acoustics were wild with the tall ceilings and obelisk (truly) speakers scattered about, but they sounded better then Joy Division, I think. Where JD's guitar got intricate and pressing, SF just rode out a sweet drone ride, maybe. It was heavy. And stand-up drumming, I'm such a sucker for that, I love it.
I.U.D. brought dueling lady drummers and it was sick. Like, siiiick. Plagued slightly by tech difficulties it was still such a pounding rhythm goodness.
Also, I watched an Artist feed a white mouse to a snake art piece installation living creature. There were paintings and sculptures everywhere in the space, I remember best a circle of wolves within a ring of gauze suspended, but also lots of bleeding neon and distorted pizza/cacti.
Home now, eating rosewater halva trying to sober before my nesting. Good night.
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