Before the show, we had a look at their exhibit [the show was held in a Seattle gallery]. I got to play with a Booper for the first time in my life - and then the Weatherman himself snuck up behind me and asked me if I thought it was stupid. I just smiled and said "Thank you for this," pointing at the Booper.
Dan and I agreed that we wanted to pick up a Giclée print [hello
On some level the most impressive thing about the evening was simply that we sat in a room with a little over a hundred people and watched three people work very, very hard for three hours to perform a rather complicated piece; it's been ages since I've watched artists or musicians do their thing in such a direct, honest manner. Ironically enough, the last time was Kraftwerk in San Francisco maybe eight years ago: towards the end of their show at the Warfield, the pocket calculators malfunctioned badly - and Ralf and Florian broke character, smiled, and for an instant the audience felt some kind of a personal connection with the artists themselves.
I love it when that happens.