Get It Big
Posted by michelle on 17 Mar 2008 at 09:42 pm | Tagged as: art paparazzi, responses/reviews
Pretend today is hot potato news day, just snippets of incongruent information:
A little bird told Emvergeoning that Sterling Allen just won an Artpace Residency for the year 2009..Old friends from the San Francisco Noise Scene, win the Best Use of a Flute at South by Southwest for 2008… Zane Lewis might be moving to a place called New York City this year…One of Texas’ star curators, Regine Basha, will be bringing the sound art of Steve Roden and Stephen Vitiello to Ballroom Marfa next year. There was a good article about their West Texas field recordings in the February issue of Modern Painters, only available in print version for now. Buy a copy and you will find a review of Michael Smith at the Blanton while Kate Green writes about at her former place of curatorial business, better known as Artpace.
In other news, the SA Art League mildly mislead artists in thinking there was a lump sum award of $5,000 for their annual call for entries. And despite grumblings amongst local artists, Toby Kamps, Senior Curator at the Contemporary Arts Museum Houston confirmed with Emvergeoning that every piece in the upcoming show was cherry picked by himself, not the Art Leaguers. Apparently most of the award money has been divided between 20 or more artists from San Antonio [myself included]. No official list of artists has been released and the amount of each award is clandestine until the show opens April 6th. Still, I think it might be enough to
Also, speaking of the CAM in Houston, recent Artpace Resident Allison Smith will be in a group show beginning in May called “The Old, Weird America.” Shouldn’t it be Ye Olde Weird[e] America? Emvergeoning minds want to know.
He was proud of his identity but found any balkanization of consciousness abhorrent.
of Bob Dylan (via http://www.robmacdougall.org/old/) :
Now the sidebar promises dowsing for “the old, weird America.” That mellifluous phrase comes from Greil Marcus; it’s the title of his book about Bob Dylan’s Basement Tapes and his name for that semi-buried world of often eerie Americana that Dylan and the Band tapped into by way of Harry Smith’s Anthology of American Folk Music. The old, weird America is a land of juke joints and revival preachers, medicine shows and haunted battlefields. It’s the music of Harmonica Frank, Blind Lemon Jefferson, Cannon’s Jug Stompers, and the Alabama Sacred Harp Singers. It’s the home of Tom Joad and John Henry, Mike Fink and Stagger Lee. Where preachers speak in tongues and tricksters make deals at crossroads, where grifters run long cons and hoboes lure young lads with songs of candy, where eggheads make breathless, pointless lists of rustic exotica, the old, weird America is near.
They didn’t meet. Harry wouldn’t come out of the bedroom