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| [a sonic soak] at the Govanhill Baths | 25 calder street | glasgow uk | 21.august.2010 | |
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| despite a bit of vertigo, our comrade williwaw managed to keep from taking a dive off the deep end, and kept the proverbial head above the echoic hubris of the slowly resuscitating Govanhill Baths to provide a bit of early afternoon amp'd entertainment for those who had wandered 'round. the single set consisted of so-do-mi-la / fall (w.shorter) / a hymn for billy hayes / chariots of fire (e. papathanassiou). the first bit can be elsewhere heard and seen. | ||
| Go Slow Cafe | 452 victoria road | glasgow uk | 02.july.2010 | |
| williwaw provided some amp'd uke interlocution for an art opening (simon harlow of silo design and build fame) at the tectonically paced cafe with several sets beginning after the twentieth hour (8 pm). williwaw provided the well-conversed and well-huddled masses with well-over ninety minutes of amp'd uke histrionics well-distributed into three-or-more sets: what good waffles do / chariots of fire (e. papathanassiou) / fall (w. shorter) | pierpont / biscuits of sorrow (working title) | a hymn for billy hayes / cherryvale | so-do-mi-la. | ||
| the last bit of the last set can be viewed at the williwaw eyesore emporium. | ||
| Go Slow Cafe | 452 victoria road | glasgow uk | 05.june.2010 | |
| The festivities started a bit late, but not late enough for the usual crowd, which came several hours late - time, such a relative thing. But a few stalwarts, truant resistant lads 'n' lasses, were there to witness a short set by our beloved comrade williwaw: a hymn for billy hayes mingling with seemless (abell-champion/pollack/spears/verzani/whitmer) / so-do-mi-la / daytona! with some late grazings from satie's gymnopedies no. 1 because i'd just heard it used to good effect in the documentary film man on wire. At the end of this half-hour-some set, the distinct scent of electrical fire was detected coming from the general direction of the two amplifiers. One of the amps even looked a bit smoky in back. That was the end of that. Then, as fate would have it, scores of folks came into the cafe. Doomed, but ne'er disheartened, our comrade williwaw provided some acoustic accommodation to the long-winding late-night prattle. | ||
| evidence of the sonic effluence can be heard and seen at the williwaw eyesore emporium. | ||
| Star and Shadow Cinema | stepney bank | newcastle-upon-tyne uk | 28.february.2010 | |
| provided sonic counterpoint to the hal-roach-steered laurel-and-hardy vehicle the finishing touch using satie's gymnopedies no. 1 as source material. some evidence of such action can be found at the williwaw eyesore emporium. | ||
| Elastic Sound and Vision Gallery | 2830 north milwaukee ave | chicago usa | 20.june.2009 | |
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| williwaw / the williwaw ensemble vs. our gang. an audio-visual tete-a-tete between beloved comrade williwaw, the loose collective of nimble fingers and nylon strings known as the williwaw ensemble and those lovable scamps Our Gang, featuring amplified ukulele(s) vs. silent films (two Hal Roach's "Our Gang" shorts), juxtaposing juvenile slapstick with the avant-garde - high brow, low brow, and all the (mono)brows in between. | ||
| brown rice music | 4432 north kedzie ave | chicago usa | 9.may.2009 | |
| williwaw vs. falzone. a transcript of that evening's magnanimous dualities can be found in this general vicinity, more specificially here. | ||
| Elastic Sound and Vision Gallery | 2830 north milwaukee ave | chicago usa | 24.march.2009 | |
| sonic bridge 2. | ||
| brown rice music | 4432 north kedzie ave | chicago usa | 23.january.2009 | |
| sonic bridge - the powers of Skype compel ye! dan godston, jayve montgomery, gregory o'drobinak, christopher preissing and williwaw represented chicago in the three-headed hydra. From the two other heads - Mexico City and Buenos Aires - came a mass of sound that turned the evening into a large mass, capable of swallowing all in its path. As the evening dwindled, some semblance of collective musicking was evident. | ||
| brown rice music | 4432 north kedzie ave | chicago usa | 17.november.2008 | |
| williwaw vs. dan godston : godston was the hometown favourite, being one of the fine proprietors of the fine establishment, brown rice. | ||
| AV-aerie | 2000 west fulton ave | chicago usa | 12.october.2008 | |
| williwaw performed in free sonic counterpoint to the visual musings of rona marks as part of the third annual chicago calling arts festival. the evening also featured all manner of communicative arts, kinetic, syntactic and otherwise. | ||
| brown rice music | 4432 north kedzie ave | chicago usa | 15.september.2008 | |
| williwaw returned to its favorite neighborhood haunt, now known as brown rice, for a splendid evening of sonic exorcisms that soothed a baker's dozen or more. williwaw then joined some of the proprietors of said space - daniel godston and jayve montgomery - for some outer-limits music. | ||
| the cyrillically surreal | candlestick maker | 4432 north kedzie ave | chicago usa | 30.july.2004 | |
| williwaw vs. earth. excerpts can be heard on the williwaw sounds page. | ||
| ... | candlestick maker | 4432 north kedzie ave | chicago usa | 07.may.2004 | |
| this show never happened. maybe it happened in an alternate universe | ||
| mystery date | candlestick maker | 4432 north kedzie ave | chicago usa | 07.september.2002 | |
| what was this one all about? Ah, riddles of life abound! | ||
| the rain against my window | the high dive | downtown | champaign illinois | 22.august.2002 | |
| this was a benefit for GirlZone, an organization to help young women explore traditionally unwomanly pursuits, like the rock and/or roll. Organizer aimee rickman had borrowed some ukes years beforehand for a session, and so the connection was established. And so this concert was suchly done. The best part for the ego was the marquee, proudly announcing the return of WILLIWAW. The worst part for all parties was the massive rainstorm. Big rain, long rain. More technical difficulties. There was a short in one of the amps, which was keeping one of the fries-with-boots alive with electricity. The set consisted mostly of variations on so-do-mi-la. | ||
| the garden of earthiness | mike & molly's | downtown | champaign illinois | 20.july.2000 | |
| show with the kennett bros. - more as I recall it... | ||
| the in-store from way-out | laurie's planet of sound | leland & lincoln (old location) | chicago usa | 22.january.2000 | |
| Ah, Wholesome folk. Nothing cuts through one's tendency towards greater volume than one's mother. Using the now and forever popular four amp configuration within the friendly confines of chicago's finest li'l rekkid shop away from the glitz and glamour of the usual stops (now there's a by-line of which we can all be proud) required pilin' them all up in a nice li'l "wall" from which "sound" would eminate forthright ... some - quite a good deal (the admission fare t'boot: as free as the door opens)- of the aforementioned "sound" were ideas and notions that were some three weeks later made one for the rekkid books: the PHONOCRAT plus some tastes of and one day you will die ... soon. it's all about the kids - and what do the kids love? but, of course, it's got to be EVERGREEN with the fiery masterstrokes of noted author and auteur k. p. w. rainey on the lap twanger. mister rainey's oscillating magnet, or e-bow, for those in the guitar parlor parlance, was quite kaputt, so, showing the resourcefulness of a nation in rebirth, mister rainey used a pocket amp as a sympathetic circuit. our beloved comrade forewent with many fries and opted for real-time renderings of the elven sort. the tandem provided elevated and elevator'd squeals and skronks to make mister hamlisch proud. Bidness was good on that day for the wholesome lads at the store - who knows what, why or how | ||
| the glory of Mifune | empty bottle | 1035 north western ave | chicago usa | 06.december.1999 | |
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The cheese stands alone. The set stood aloft:
PEARL HARBOR (soundcheck) | PIT STOP | janissary | CHERRYVALE | PIERPONT | cute | syrup on th' pancakes | johnsburg illinois | XMAS PKNG | dance the night away | DAYTONA!
Probably the only exciting - yawn - tidbit was the arrival and holdover of several family members at the proceedings. Ah, as comforting as an iron maiden - wait, hold that - i do find Iron Maiden rather comforting. Oh, to play an entire career in one meter. My spine is the bassline. My song is the sea chanty. Feh. A Japanese printing of some Nora Roberts filth was tossed - gads! - directly at the bar. Some libation was spilt. My spine is the faultline.
not-so-interesting note: this show made the preview pages of the Chicago Reader that week (see the newsbits section for the actual blurb). As a monday, and a national barbeque day at that, the turnout was meagre at best, and may have cemented my he-doesn't-bring-in-folks-who-drink reputation at the empty bottle. |
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| the cracks of the ass | robys | 1944 west division st | chicago usa | 08.september.1999 | |
| Five Pound Blocks of Cheese. Some things are punk rock. Some things are too punk rock. Some things are funny in a way. Some things are just plain fk'n inane: welcome to Roby's (possessive apostrophe in doubt). The longshortendofitall: no PA, no problem. No talent, big problem. Solution? add the Sound and Fury to the (sound-reinforcement-less) mix along with the extruded talents of one Kenneth P. W. Rainey. Result? Ten-some minutes of pulsified impulsivity, courtesy of the Gil Evans cut Las Vegas Tango which never was much of a tango, but, eh, Elvin Jones was on the Individualism sessions, 'n' that's goods 'nough fer me. | ||
| the wrath of those in memoriam | empty bottle | 1035 north western ave | chicago usa | 31.may.1999 | |
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how did I come to anger the gods o' Memoriam, part 1 arriving at the the empty bottle early, I headed elsewhere to kill [eek!] some time. just north of the shop, I caught myself drifting and had to quickly brake for a reddening yellow light. the brakes locked and the whole car, my wun'erful 1987 Dodge Caravan V6 with the sticky side door and the cracked piston ring and the recently replaced fuel pump began to slide and turn to the left. while nature was to blame in part -- earlier rains + lousy drainage = slickity-slick roads, my idiot self had loaded my equipment on one side of the back of the van, and my van did not simply turn slightly to the left, but turned one-hundred-and-eighty degrees to the left and in the process, the driver's (my) side of the van -- at least the front left tire - came off the ground during the turn and it felt as though the whole van would tip over until I came to a stop facing the other direction, abso-posi-lutely freaked outta m'gourd. willickers.
how did I come to anger the gods o' Memoriam, part 2 just before I was to begin the show, I went through the rigamarole of switching and checking all of my fries-with-boots when my must allied comrade in arms 'n' boots would not come alive. I began jimmying with the AC cord as a pathetic sort of resuscitation, but it would only intermittently come alive - perhance a loose internal connection - but then, lo! I noticed the electric cord was torn just outside the box (where the cord meets the appliance, so t'speak), and like the true genius I am, I wiggled the cord back into copper-on-copper contact and ZAP! a room-illuminating spark blossomed just hairs away from my fingers. and my feet where steeped in a fresh puddle of beer. double willickers. without my closest ally, I was but a poor excuse for my poor excuse of a self, but nevertheless the show did go on and so it did. the versions of bitches brew and sly went alright all things considered although the departures on brew didn't allow for much of a veil in return. the conventional bits didn't go smoothly at all - highlighted little but my lack o' wit. the final excursion went quite well, as the Sound and the Fury (otherly known as chad p. robinson) was a major asset to the enterprise. the set list for those playing the home version:
PIT STOP | pokum | LQR THNR [v5.3] | pigs win! | CHERRYVALE | brew | sly | brother john | PIERPONT | INCHWORM [with invaluable aid from John Barry, Marvin Hamlisch and the Sound & the Fury].
I believe this was the show that afterwards one of the few wayfarers commented that he hated everything I did on stage. Everything. Hated. Thank you and good night.
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