Big-show at Firehouse THIS FRIDAY! Check the line-up!
Body: Friends, foes and strangers we must know:
The first FIRESTAGE of 2009 is ready to burn in big, fat creative flames THIS FRIDAY JANUARY 16th on THE FIREHOUSE! We are proud and excited to present killer talents of different flavors to those lucky and cool enough to join us!
LIVE MUSIC: Jump, scream and tear your clothes with Tempe’s own THE PÜBES, an awesome trio of bad-ass ladies that deliver fine, catchy energetic Joan Jett-ish punk butt rock! Check out their three-song demo at their myspace page, so you can sing along “Cameltoe” when they play it on Friday! Celebrate the comeback of THE UNFILTERED SOUND, a wonderful theatrical progressive band that needs to be seen to understand! Their last show at Firestage, a couple of moths back, was very memorable and folks are still talking about it! Catch ‘em while they’re underground! And you have the best reason to show up early with the presence of LOLA, a gifted singer-songwriter with sweet and intelligent acoustic tunes!
BELLYDANCE: Marvel at beauty, art and culture in motion with the dames of URBANA TRIBAL DANCE, as they spin and yip with the grace of goddesses, armed with swords, fire and sills! We are very lucky to have them with us, and we cheer for this new incarnation after owning many a stage as Bedouin Tribe.
Remember to yell “Opa” if you dig their thing!
IMPROV THEATRE: Students and alumni of the Torch Theatre have formed a brand new troupe called (for now, since it might change or evolve later on) FRAMES VACIOS, incorporating the madness of Kevin, Rick, Amy Jean, Jessica and Alex (only two short since Pete is working that night and I'm hosting the event), into a long form improve spectacle! Shout your suggestion and watch ‘em make magic!
SPOKEN WORD: As usual, we have an amazing band of writers ready to strut their stuff, including the likes of JASON DAVIS, KEVIN PATTERSON, DRAGON BLUE, JACK CAVANAUGH, ANNA SCHUER, PAUL DLOHY, PAUL JONES, NATALIE, MUSTARD SEED and many, many more!
And this is JUST WHAT’S “BOOKED”! We have room for drop-ins, one-in-a-lifetime performances, and any crazy thing you, or someone you know, feels like trying in our Stage of Fire! Just come down, say hi to the guy on the Alice Cooper-ish make-up, and we’ll hook you up ;-)
Admission for Firestage is free! Firehouse Cafe will be open for bussiness and if you don't feel like java, just bring your own drinks! Firehouse it's at 1015 N 1st. Street, just North of Roosevelt. From 8:00 p.m. to 11:00 pm. (music acts go on before 10:00 p.m.
Hope to see you there! Bring stuff to read, instruments to play or ideas to improvise!
Friday, January 16, 2009
Monday, January 12, 2009
Notes of Saturday night shift
648 48 minutes in. Craig, Hans, and all the usual suspects are cooking pasta. again.
654 Look up a 1998 yellow dodge van.
707 Mallory arrives. Craig helps out back.
713 Pat arrives back from Tapas with Trish and the new girl.
730 Suspicious looking woman in a green pullover and long Auburn hair takes Craig's scissors.
747 Glen arrives.
759 Glen yells.
806 Lisa arrives.
813 Going for a coffee.
906 Got Distracted.
924 Lisa leaves.
929 Anna Marie and David ride off.
947 We regroup.
949 Something is burning.
951 The fire is on fire.
953 The fire is burning.
955 Somewhere a electronic wolverine yells.
1002 He rose like Lazarus. As regular as the Sabbath. Never felt spastic. Flying bombastic.
1016 Someone from one of my memories just walked by.
1023 Discussion of Mathematics.
1040 Neighbors playing chess with chicken bones.
1052 Impasse!
1107 Mallory needs duck tape.
1157 Closing time. Watch out for Chihuahuas.
654 Look up a 1998 yellow dodge van.
707 Mallory arrives. Craig helps out back.
713 Pat arrives back from Tapas with Trish and the new girl.
730 Suspicious looking woman in a green pullover and long Auburn hair takes Craig's scissors.
747 Glen arrives.
759 Glen yells.
806 Lisa arrives.
813 Going for a coffee.
906 Got Distracted.
924 Lisa leaves.
929 Anna Marie and David ride off.
947 We regroup.
949 Something is burning.
951 The fire is on fire.
953 The fire is burning.
955 Somewhere a electronic wolverine yells.
1002 He rose like Lazarus. As regular as the Sabbath. Never felt spastic. Flying bombastic.
1016 Someone from one of my memories just walked by.
1023 Discussion of Mathematics.
1040 Neighbors playing chess with chicken bones.
1052 Impasse!
1107 Mallory needs duck tape.
1157 Closing time. Watch out for Chihuahuas.
Monday, January 5, 2009
2nd Meeting
We had our second meeting for the Retail Space at the Firehouse last Sunday and brought in a few more members, so we are currently at 11 artists. With the goal for 23 artists, it looks like we won't be too long before we meet that.
One of the new members is Glen Woodford (Judas) http://www.binary-chaos.net
Glen is a long time contributor (on ex-rsident at the Firehouse) so it is great to have him aboard.
One of the new members is Glen Woodford (Judas) http://www.binary-chaos.net
Glen is a long time contributor (on ex-rsident at the Firehouse) so it is great to have him aboard.
Friday, December 19, 2008
art exchange
Thursday, December 18, 2008
Colombia Photos

Currently I have some shots up at in the Firehouse Retail space. I went to Colombia in 2007 and am proud of the collection of shots I made. Here is the artist statement for the shots....
"Luckily, the Cidudad Perdida, the Lost City is in Colombia and not Japan. If it was in Japan, I would have had to walk one step behind our guide, Walter, for the rest of his life until I saved his life in return. I do not want to have to hike that path again.
I fell in the first of 8 river crossings. I was swimming, or more accurately, aggressively floating to a large rock to try and pin myself. Walter dove after me. He dove into knee-deep water because he knew the current would carry him. Later he told me that he has almost bit it 5 times in that river and it has always been at that same rock.
As soon as we made shelter I crawled under a blanket. I slept 28 out of 36 hours underneath a mosquito net. I had a cough, my joints ached, and I had the shivers. I wasn't sure if it was malaria, a cold, or sheer body exhaustion. I prayed to God, and I don't pray to God often, to make it exhaustion. I did not want to be the sorry son of a bitch that they had to carry out of the jungle.It had rained for three days.
The excess weight in my bag was both my and the jungles sweat. My notebook was wrapped in plastic, and then placed in my camera bag, which was wrapped in plastic again. Yet it was still moist. The internal lens misted over. My fingers and toes had wrinkled in my own constant sweat. The pack weighed heavier every day. It rained as we climbed the last 1,800 moss-covered stones. The German, Volker, counted. He claimed that is what Germans do. The military men liked my camouflage poncho; they claimed it made us brothers.
The ruins were round."
Written March 2008
Kevin Patterson
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colombia,
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