Matt Ingalls, Adult Math, Foot SOS, Korber/Diaz
Thur Dec. 12 8pm-11pm Peacock Lounge, 552 Haight, SF
All-ages, $5-$15 no one turned away for lack of funds.
Matt Ingalls
The sizzle of a fuse, the certainty of combustion, as complexity folds and refolds expanding apace within well-honed confines of Ingalls' sonic vernacular. Soon you realize, that tingle you feel is temporal. It's not your hairs at all that are standing on end but angels bristling on the pinhead of your mind's eye. When this virtuoso of reeds and circuits lights the fuse, improvisations brighten then burn with direction like spontaneous composition. Minds are about to be blown.
http://sfsound.org/matt.html | https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZuEoY1mkMQ
Adult Math
The bell! It's final exams and Miles Stegall is that heart-on-sleeve pupil for whom it all unspools, transfixing his peers as they see his every effort draw the enraged attention of a livid teacher. Remediation, re-failure, detention, jammed locker, Christmas is cancelled. Then you wonder if poisoning the holidays wasn't his secret scheme all along. Torturing that teacher, smiling from the stockades, the student becomes the sadist. If Stegall's infamous music history with Mono Pause, Neung Phak, and hist collaborations with the likes of James Goode or Malcolm Mooney and the 10th Planet are any clue, and they are... we've all been had.
https://adultmath.bandcamp.com/
Foot SOS
The trio of Theresa Currie, Dianne Lynn and Angela Roberts weaves our destiny from inside the heart of the Peacock Lounge. Those ancients figured their future as the labor of three sisters, The Fates: one spinning the thread, another measuring their days, the third cutting them off dead. Three thousand years along, time is spun from electrons, measured in oscillations, and cut into waves by the mysterious triad called Foot SOS: For those who dare to hear what's coming, sever what's past, and hold what's 2sweet 2b 4gotten. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=XvHRGACsU7A
Korber/Diaz
A dangerous percussion duo drifts into an out-of-drums lucid dream. Floating on a miasma of prepared guitar, tenor sax, and electronics Jay Korber and John Diaz watch their own corpses pounding the drums below. Don't wake them or we could all be mistaken for meat-based instruments, a ghastly menagerie assembled before them by the ghost of Harry Partch, and then there's no telling what sounds they'd try to reach or how we might survive. Better to shut your eyes, clear your mind, and listen close.
https://johndiaz.bandcamp.com/album/january-7-2024
Cost: $5-$15 notaflof