Upstairs @ Khyber Pass Pub, Philadelphia, 2020
This occurred in January, so we didn’t know the pandemic was going to happen. Back then it was just a good looking number for a year to be called.
This piece was born in my anti-documentation phase.... listen, performance is ephemeral. you weren’t there unless you were there.
See the script below and the poem I read three times.
It was a glowing blue cardboard tunnel, and I pushed water through it.
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