Monday, January 29, 2007

so the benefit was a success...

the art that was brought in for the show will have an opening soon...

right now i can't access the il corral group. apparently sean cannot send messages to the group anymore either.

Tuesday, January 23, 2007

no more time for the past now!




our three-event night is this saturday; i hope you can come.

i am listening to stockhausen right now and it is blowing me away. there are many projects that i can hear strands of him in, and i'm so busy now that the email and the website are returned to us again, and we've recently gotten another $100 or so in donations!...i know i will have to wait to learn more about his life until my own subsides, but i'm so curious after spending hours today hearing his sounds.

there is revolution in it because it is going beyond what people consider acceptable as art or music. i think tho that i have been immersed in the thick of it now and have my interests in particular areas, but i can feel the rush of solid loud or the movement of sonic repetition and appreciate them for what they are. i guess we all have our favorites, things that hit us just right.

from all sights there is no more 'drama' on the horizon, so i am enjoying the return to synchronicity.

thank you everyone for kind words, or donations, or bringing extra equipment when you play. we have weathered this amazingly well, and it is to your credit.

much love.
christie.

Friday, January 19, 2007

the slow healing

things are going along here now.

tonight was fun with close friends, it was relieving.

i wish none of this had happened, but our community meeting was successful, and we're meeting again tommorrow to get ready for the show, discuss the progress of the sound system, and clean.

beyond the accounting for the income from turn the screws, after reminding bob of his glitches early on as 'house accountant' when he neglected to recognize that stane put an extra $2000 deposit on the place, i think he understands that there has never been a foundation for his accusations.

i have been told that he has written that he regrets sending the email, but i do not know the particulars. the damage is done, it is too bad. my heart breaks over and over, but i wish him well.

the results from the house meeting (stane, sean, cory, burgess and i) are stellar.

we have never met collectively in a manner such as this, so i look forward to that being the beginning of a practice instead of only a reaction to a disaster.

this has left us all very exhausted, but now is when we have to work the hardest.

tonight seemed to bring back the normalcy. just the passing of time seems to do that as well. hearing people rehearse and now having stane give his weekly music lesson, makes this place alive again for me. hopeful. stable. supported. even tho we didn't know it was opening night at the theater next door...we're supposed to check their schedule...and they said we were really drowning them out...yikes...

but again, out of that stepping on toes comes the conclusion that i should just put the theater's schedule on the rehearsal calendar so people know when the plays are going on. it's a simple thing that would prevent any conflict with the people next door, but we only recently decided we needed even a rehearsal calendar, so everything is evolution.

i am excited to share the results of our changes, out of ashes, and i must be brave.

Wednesday, January 17, 2007

the truth

recent events have gone from bad to funny.

it's funny that we are accused of embezzling by the one person who would know that we absolutely did not do anything of the sort. the one person who has seen us work all hours to frantically make ends meet.

i have never been on the iheartnoise board until yesterday. and i will not go on it again.

despite the initial feelings of betrayal and justified outrage at the false accusations put forth by someone who i thought was family, i realize that this issue of ownership of the p.a. has been contentious since this place started.

the p.a. has always been someone else's. we have been reminded of this daily, and it has been used to support all manner of power structures, which rightly were in place since it was after all, someone else's p.a. but after bob left with no word and his thumbprint on $90 cash that we gave him from a donation, i realized that he doesn't want us to have his p.a.

he agreed with me to a verbal contract of payment in the amount of $2700 with installments of $500 a month. as the person who is now responsible for the il corral, i thought that was expensive yes, but it would allow us to continue doing shows without any break, and bob was the most trusted person. i should have gotten it in writing i guess. i am naive.

i have never been accused of anything as gross as this. it is very confusing since bob has always wanted all the money to go to the house, yet when we try to sustain the place, the utilities and rent, through the income of the house, we are 'hippie capitalists'. when we have shows that don't make enough to cover the house, we eat it. the last show i booked for the noise community made $25 and i put in the other $25 to make the $50 for the house.

the most hilarious thing, which i think previously would have just destroyed me, are the personal attacks from total strangers - do they even have jobs... ha ha,... this is so funny. these people are operating on one lying email. and i have to say it - he lied. he lied publically to a significant number of people, and knowingly tried to bring us to our knees. and for what reason?

when it all comes down to it, after the $90 that bob left with after exiting our contract of friendship and business and everything imaginable, there is $30 from turn the screws remaining.

he lied knowingly about the money in a sloppy email and destroyed whatever future we could have had with him over $30.

i don't want to talk about these things. in the past i have only said positive things about bob, and thought that his moods were just something to be weathered since it was afterall his p.a. and i never imagined that he would have any reason to destroy this place, i thought he was the core, that he believed in what he was doing.

when i first started experiencing noise i thought it was a revolution. noise is just another genre. the people on that posting board are still bands with amps and tours and press and egos and dreams and faults. this place runs on money just like any other place, and when it comes down to it - the one with the money or the p.a. or will win. and that is what happened.

you can kick us and pull the plug and slander us all you want and we will still go on with the space because i do this for the ephemeral cause we all talk about. and people still need you to buy their merch don't they. revolution costs money doesn't it. wait, what kind of revolution are we talking about.

is it different because it is so esoteric and sounds like 'a fire alarm' to the passerby?

it is a genre that is built on the same structures of touring and getting your work out there and having people buy your label. the fact that no one gets paid, that the places who host these artists are struggling, is that what we are all so smug about. we don't do anything for money. artists don't like money. but someone has to pay the rent. someone has to be here and spend their time doing all of this.

why am i doing it? it's not for myself. i've made 25 copies of a cd and it helped pay for our tour on the road as we sold it. other than that i've given away my own work. i don't have anything to prove here. i don't think it's that big of a deal. everyone makes music or sound or art. everyone i know anyway, those tend to be the people i have some great conversations with.

the truth of the matter is that bob was there when the bathroom was a mess and we called in the emergency plumbers during turn the screws. bob knows that bill was hundreds of dollars, and he knows that we cut a personal check that day for it. the house has no checking account, the house could not have paid for that $330 bill, the house has our meager income if anything goes wrong. so even if we hadn't paid him off $400 for the water bill, and even if we hadn't given $150 to the house for the three nights of shows, he had absolutely no grounds for accusing us of a four digit figure. he knew better. he knew and he lied.

i would never have brought up any of this if my integrity was not so brutally accused. and i don't care about my personal self. i am not in this world to be famous, i am here to work, but what he did compromised the integrity of all that we had worked so hard on.

i don't want to tell people i put my own money in when shows don't have a turn out. it's embarassing. it's bad business and i don't have the extra money. we barely get by each month. but i'm not here for the money. all of this was just part of keeping this place going no matter what.

this situation has helped to clarify the world in very important ways. if this place is to continue right now it depends on me, and these other people who are committed.

the revolution seemed to be that we were doing this without any recognition or support from mainstream culture. but now i realize that the multiplicity of sub-cultures we host here are simply made up of people with fears and hopes and egos, and can manifest the same cancerous attitudes and practices of the status-quo(s) we attempt to operate outside of.

i thought we were doing something great. and we did. and we are. but i feel like the captain of the squad has turned to fire on the troops. and here i am bloody. here is the il corral full of holes at the feet of the great leader.

no corporate entity could have done this to us. we didn't get shut down by the cops. we didn't miss a rent check. the strike came from inside. never never never would have expected this.

i am sad that so much time will be wasted on this debaucle. it reeks of bad politics and campaign ad spin. but this place is not questionable, and the people who want to come here and have a good time still will.

i have learned well that no one is above reproach. i have also learned that people will smile when they have snakes in their mind. i have never learned this lesson so well as now. i am changed from this. i will not foster the mistrust he bred in this community. i am hurt from it. i wish it were different, and it was blatantly wrong and inflammatory, but what worse could happen now?

those who trust and love the il corral will continue to. those who do not will not come. and if they do come, because they can't find a show elsewhere in l.a. and they need money to put in their gas tank like every other act on tour, they will smile with snakes in their mind, and i will be fooled. and i forgive bob for putting these slithering words into the minds of so many, but the only way i can go on is to let go of him and his strange slander.

i don't know what to say. it is disgusting that all of this has been put forth into the public realm, but i feel that it is important to speak out - to say the truth - and if my small voice can reach people to let them know the real situation here, i hope that everyone can make decisions thru their own experience. if we have done wrong to you, cast us off - if we have been good to you, please be patient while we regroup.

so after the $25 i gave the house for the low turn out show there is $5 left. i have done that on many occasions...there is no justification for a $1000 slander.

if you want to help us rebuild, you are very welcome and we have $398 toward a house p.a. growing everyday. you don't have to give anything. you give enough coming here and having satisfying experiences to share. but if you want to help us get a solid p.a. for the il corral that will be owned by the il corral, you can.

to everyone regardless, i am sorry that this ever had to be in your psyches. and thank you so much to all the people who are pulling together after this unfortunate outburst.

i will work as long and hard as i can to help make this place great for you.

Tuesday, January 16, 2007

why each one of us is alive

i don't know this,

but at this moment i have just participated in a meeting
with four other people
who are committed to this place
and we have come to some great new decisions

there is no room for anything but work now
everything will be pulled together

and i must hone all
into a singular force for action

there is no room for anything but work now

the aftermath and the clearing...the future...

i've never felt so betrayed in my life.

and yet now i feel so free. we don't have the looming dread of bob's mood.
the worst has happened already now.
(the worst at least to a space where music is played and relies on a sound system.)

and we have to do whatever we are going to do on our own.

...i thought he was family... ......

beyond personal hurt tho, it is all the artists that suffer, and the people who want to see them, the people already planning to come...what is to be done? why has he done this to us? it is so out of character.

i can't dwell on it, and none of us can. we can't afford to if we are to keep going forward. the details of his breakdown are not of importance right now.

first of all, there is no rush.

if we try to scrape together a p.a. for every show, we will never be able to make enough money to buy our own for the house. the fate of these upcoming shows will be dealt with tonight.

there are many ideas people have for trying to make this place sustain itself economically, and the reality is that the shows will never do that. we have to develop the space more so that it is stable enough to support shows that are not paying for themselves. either we individually have to become more wealthy, or the space has to be rented for money. the first is as likely as getting a sunburn at the bottom of the ocean, and the second will require new efforts.

the problem with what bob did was that he undermined the whole space. he even locked me out of the email and website. talk about tying someone's hands while you scream at them for not working fast enough. the great hero and friend slitting the wrist of the il corral...

perhaps i was wrong in trying to continue il corral in bob's footsteps, because now i know how human he is - he doesn't know everything, and he has faults. i knew this but now i know that he too is ruled by emotion. it has given me new insight into my own random position here. responsible for so much that i never thought of, and living such a graced life surrounded by art, i wonder if this is my purpose. i suppose as most people wonder. but this has brought great hurt and trouble that has caught me so off guard.

i know no one will ever hear me because bob's voice is much louder and carries farther, but i will still speak out, only because it is not right for him to say such things that hurt this place, regardless of stane or i.

it would not matter if it had not hurt this place. and i can only do what i can do now. and i will do whatever i can.

Saturday, January 13, 2007

the happy ending...

i just read a book called petey. it is a story about two boys. petey and trevor.

petey was born with cerebral palsy in the 20's and misdiagnosed as an 'idiot'. he grew up in a mental institution. unable to communicate the growing thoughts in his 'deformed and twisted' body, he came to mark time as patterns of light from his locked crib. seasons passed. years passed.

because people didn't know that his mind was developing while his body was spastic and his tongue could not form words, they did not treat him as a person, but as an incoherant ward to change and feed. he had not even been outdoors since he was left at the institution. despite his mother's urgent attempts to live with his condition, he was committed to the state at the age of two. he spent nine years inside, not seeing the trees, not smelling anything but excrement and lye.

the book follows his life thru people who care for him and notice his spark of life. it starts with a bit of chocolate or a toy gun. a tender worker builds a relationship and can communicate with him. always they leave. he has no family.

it is important to note that throughout the narrative, petey is joyous. tho he goes thru his periods of depression and feels exceedingly vulnerable to a distant world that controls him when he cannot control himself, he is celebratory of the many small experiences he has. they accumulate in his vast sensory recollection and in his shoe box of belongings.

trevor is a young boy in a new school. he saves petey from bullies pelting his wheelchair with snowballs, and petey decides trevor will be his friend. trevor goes thru the horror of seeing petey, and reacts as most people do upon first meeting him, but comes to understand him thru the help of a caring nurse.

the two end as grandfather and grandson in the hospital where petey will soon pass
on. trevor's family is reunited after overworking and neglecting his feelings, and one is left with tears brimming.

one is left with the question however, "if petey can do this why can't i?". the grotesquerie of his features and lot seem to magnify his bliss at any positive experience. he is a fully present and sensing being. he is also completely compassionate.

the descriptions of his first trip to the grocery store at eighty, as he asks what everything is since he has never seen any of these objects before, are exquisite. he is delighted by everything.

he is selfless, devoted to his friends despite distance and time, and infuses everyone around him with vitality that speaks wisdom and kindness thru the eyes.

he is forced to contemplate. to just be and sense. and he is helpless without constant watch, yet so strong in soul. trevor is also a positive force to be reckoned with.

after taking petey out on many occassions having to bring duct tape to keep his wheelchair together, trevor is determined to get him a new one.

the cost is three thousand dollars.

trevor is only a boy on a bike, but he collects coffee cans and puts them up in local shops with petey's picture for donations, he goes to the paper and they write a story about his life, and finally he convinces the medical company to take only two thousand dollars because of the tremendous effort the whole community has put forth, and petey gets his new chair.

i don't have a lot of time to read. having a bookshop, you'd think it would be natural, but i only piece thru everything, never finishing. (not since the deluge of grad school anyway)... and this book was just great.

it is for ages 10 and up, so the print is really big, and it feels a little silly reading a kids book on the bus, but i didn't care.

i feel like reading rainbow...

...pretty rad...

love&noise

Sunday, January 07, 2007

imagine the thermometer going up very slowly...

so tonight's show was the first unofficial benefit, arturo donated the proceeds entirely to the goal of keeping the p.a., we have also had donations from trash skull records and we're on our way. we have our first $100! i am trying to resist making a drawing of it, but it is hard...