Month: May 2010 (Page 3 of 8)

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imra
Recorded August, 19, 2009
From Portland, Oregon
http://virb.com/imra
http://www.myspace.com/imra108
Listen: https://archive.org/details/imra_20250411
Photos: http://www.luver.com/underground/shamden_photos/imra/index.html

Nellie Wilson
Founder, Sacred Touch School.
Recorded October 4, 2009.
http://www.sacredtouchschool.com/
Listen: https://archive.org/details/nelliewilson
Photos: http://www.luver.com/underground/shamden_photos/nelliewilson/index.html

boatclub
Recorded November 1, 2009
http://www.boatclubband.com/
Listen: https://archive.org/details/boatclub-all
Photos: http://www.luver.com/underground/shamden_photos/boatclub/index.html

Richie Unterberger
Recorded November 29, 2009
http://www.richieunterberger.com/
http://www.jawbonepress.com/
Listen: https://archive.org/details/richieunterberger
Photos: http://www.luver.com/underground/shamden_photos/richieunterberger/index.html

Max Good & Nathan Wollman, Vigilante Films
Recorded February 14, 2010
http://www.vigilantefilm.com/
Listen: https://archive.org/details/maxgood
Photos: http://www.luver.com/underground/shamden_photos/vigilante/index.html

saturday oakland performance (4/24/10)

PAUL KRASSNER: “As a performer, George Carlin was uncompromising, knowing that his audience trusted him not to be afraid of offending them. “

http://www.huffingtonpost.com/paul-krassner/remembering-george-carlin_b_109548.html

The so-called comfort zones are really the opposite of real comfort. The zones are rigid prisons of fragile gated limits of eggshell fragility of fear and weakness. They create isolation, separation, and fascism. Real comfort is the relaxed ability to absorb, adapt, and play with anything that comes up in life and work with it in creating fun. This is outside the fragile zones. What people mistaken for uncomfortable as they leave the zones is really freedom. But going in and out of the zones is addictive and drains possibilities away from not just you, but from everybody. This is why it is extremely important to accept personal responsibility to keep pushing beyond the “comfortable zones” into what at first appears to be difficult but which will melt into the doorway to the next dimension of pleasure! Well, after all, isn’t that why you came [and keep coming back] in the first place?

And rub deeply below the surface to the core to arouse heat of pleasure!

ERIKA:

We had everything set up for the performance early and we wondered if anyone would come. Just after 8:00 people started arriving. The first group of people were housemates who had come together. They brought their musical instruments with them to play. One of the guys had been seeing flyers up for the performance for years and he had wanted to come but this was the first time that he made it. Frank asked him why he had not come before and why he had come now. He couldn’t really articulate it but the name change of the flyers had been part of it. He said that he liked uncomfortable and he liked fun. His friend brought his trumpet and was ready to play. Frank said that they could do a duet, Frank would do vocals. Later he said that he had to leave early about 9:00 and Frank said they could see if they could do a duet. He ended up staying well after 9:00. It had all been a pile of poop!. They had all watched a clip on U Tube of Frank but the woman who was with them had not actually seen the flyer so Frank had her read it and then asked if they all did nudity. One of the guys said that they did not usually do nudity together. The woman said that she did not feel comfortable being nude.

There was a woman who worked in retail who came saying that she too had seen a flyer up. She did not usually go out in the evening but she was attracted to the things on the flyer especially shamanism. Frank asked her how uncomfortable she was willing to be and she said that she wasn’t sure. She was willing to be a little uncomfortable. There was another group of people who came together. One of the women had been seeing the flyers up for a long time and then her friend invited her to come tonight not knowing that it was for the same thing that she had seen seeing the flyers for. She was a student who was studying international relations and part of a women’s group at school that explored art and sexuality. Frank asked her to talk about it and she talked about how she had been having sex for years but that it was only recently that she was having real sex because she was not really being herself before. It was through doing art that she had found the layers that she put on herself and the hiding she had done behind being sick for a long time. She had been hiding behind masks of who she should be rather than who she really was.

A couple of people from the SF performance last weekend were there and Frank asked the woman Katie if she would be Frank’s magical cave lover for the night and she said yes. It was right after that that the woman who talked about art and sex left with the group of people she had come with because some of them felt uncomfortable. An Indian woman had come because she found a flyer for the performance on her car. She was on her way to the movies when she found the flyer and decided to come. She said that she was not comfortable with nudity. Frank asked her if she would go up and play the keyboards and she said she did not know how to play but yes she would try. Mikee got her set up at the keyboards and she began to play. Her friend who was a yoga teacher had come along with her.

Frank asked the people who were at the performance last week in San Francisco if they would talk about what happened. The woman said that Frank had gone around and talked with everyone. He had asked her if she was a plant and she did not know what he meant. She thought that he meant was she a vegetable or a mineral and she said that she was more like an alien. She told about the woman who was there who was a photographer, how everyone had gotten naked and she had done photo poses with us. Then we had done gestures together in small groups touching and exploring each other. She said it brought people together in a soft and comforting way. The guy that had also come to the SF performance said that he felt closer to the people at the last performance, people that he did not even know than he does to most people in his life.

Unruly who has been coming to Frank’s performances for years came and brought a friend with him. Frank asked him to talk about what Frank does, see if he could scare everyone. Unruly said that something amazing always happens at each performance and that it usually includes being nude and touch. Frank brings people together intimately in ways that are outside of the normal contexts. Frank asked the single mom who was back from the February performance why she was back. She said that last time she had come when everyone had done gestures she had not participated. She had stayed on the sidelines and had a whole dialogue going on about why she had not done it. She said that it was lame and she was back to participate. She had brought her poems to read. Frank asked her if she would come up and read her poems and that the people who brought instruments and anyone else who wanted to could come up and play as she read her poems. She said that her poems were dark. Frank said that we can handle dark but they were not that that dark. Frank talked to her about why she had come back, that she had come back because she wanted to roll around on the floor and be with people in that way, but had kept herself on the sidelines. She had all these ideas about how she was willing to be somewhat uncomfortable but not completely. She had worn a nice tank top so she could talk off her shirt but did not want to take off all of her clothes. She wasn’t sure about rolling around with everyone on the floor because she was a single mom and she had sworn off men for the year. Frank said but it isn’t just one man here and tried to break through her logic but she would not budge. She was holding onto the idea of levels of uncomfortable and how far she was willing go. The single mom read Frank’s poem “Tortures,” while the band played music behind her reading. Everyone really enjoyed it.

Frank said that half of the room could undress each other. The woman who said that she did not go out much lately but was attracted to the shamanism on the flyer took her jacket off but then decided to put herself with the side of the room who was not getting undressed.
Katie came up to sit with Frank and read “The Magical Cave Lovers,” in a very fast way and a lot of it was lost in her haste. She was to explore and rub Frank’s while she read. The group of people who was nude did gestures as one group. Linda read off the gestures. It was a sea of bodies moving together, intertwining in each others bodies, licking each others ears, rubbing belly to belly, touching each others thighs. The single mom joined the group keeping her panties and her tank top on and then when the Magical Cave Lovers ended she and one of the other women left gestures, sitting down and eventually getting dressed again. Things buttoned up after gestures not the usual melting into each other afterwards.

Frank asked Katie about reading the poem and she said that she liked it and the woman who did not go out much said that she was doing good, that she was enjoying the evening and she was not too uncomfortable. Frank asked her what would make her feel uncomfortable and she said that taking her clothes off would make her feel uncomfortable and she didn’t want to feel that uncomfortable. Frank asked the woman who had come with Unruly if she would create an erotic piece with Frank and she said that she needed a little time. When she came up to do it with Frank she was half dressed already and her piece was short. She got up onto Frank and had him lick her belly. Frank then asked Katie if she would come up and dance, explore erotically with, touching him. Linda created an erotic piece with Frank and Katie. Katie would be a snake and slither on Frank. Many people joined the band with toy instruments to make music while she moved like a snake. Then the lights when down and then slides came onto the naked bodies of Frank and Katie. Frank, Linda and Katie rocked. There was chatting going on with the people who were watching and people did not seem to be melting into it with juiciness.

There was a couple who arrived later from Canada. The woman was a massage therapist and Frank said that what we were doing was like what she does. She said, “only there is a sheet,” for modesty or comfort. The guy really enjoyed the slides being projected onto the bodies and talked about exploring many types of improvisation in his life. Frank asked people how they felt about the night. The woman who was the massage therapist really enjoyed seeing the nude bodies and being together in a performance that was very different from what she usually experienced at performances. Many people in the end talked about how they enjoyed the night, but they talked about their zones of comfort. Frank and Linda talked about how there really aren’t zones of comfort, you don’t do something part way or a little at a time, you go into what is uncomfortable and you stay there. Frank and the guy from Canada talked more about improvisation and comfort. Frank said that real comfort is flexible.

After the performance Linda said that we have been on a roller coaster. There have been performances where people jump in and explore and then there have been performances where people are talking about their zones of comfort but want to stay in their zones of comfort. After the San Francisco performance people were talking about how it was hard to connect with people, that the connections they made with people they did not know during the performance was deeper than the usual connections they were making with people on a daily basis. What we were experiencing in the performances is what was going on a larger level. It used to be that there was a common reality, that people could call each other on their stuff, and now people had their own personal realities. People having their own personal realities creates all of the isolation that people are feeling. People are coming to the performances because they are wanting uncomfortable zones of fun but then not taking responsibility for what they are wanting, seeing that it is up to them and they must be active participants to have the experience that they are wanting to have.

DA BOYZ:
After the challenging setup for Erotic Friction, it was a luxury to be back in our familiar space, with the tried and true set-up, and we were all ready to go just before 8pm, and just sat and waited for people! Would this be the one where no one showed? Linda was talking about the performances from the 80s UC series when no one came … one time, they just stayed and played cards!

But people started to come in a little after 8, and soon there was quite a crowd. The first to arrive were a group of 4, all housemates, early 20s … one had a trumpet, another a drum … the drummer said he had seen Frank’s fliers up around town for years, and had finally decided to come check one out, but he really wouldn’t talk about why he had waited so long, or really express what had made him finally come… Frank tried to engage him, but it didn’t go very far … his friend with the trumpet kept mentioning that he would like to play trumpet, and even said at some point that he had to leave by 9pm, so would love to get to play before then … Frank had told him that they would do a duet later. Now Frank told him “We’ll see”. When they did get to the music, the trumpet player ended up staying long past 9pm … obviously that stuff about having to leave had been poop!

Their two housemates, a girl and a guy, had come along for the ride … Frank asked them if they did nudity? Well, they said, not really together as housemates … Frank asked them if they would do nudity there tonight? The girl said she would not. Frank asked her why? “Because it would make me uncomfortable,” she said matter of factly. “Well,” Frank said, “this is the Uncomfortable Zones of Fun”. It turned out that she had not seen the flier, her housemate had not showed her … they had only seen a video online of Frank, “Doghouse” … Frank had her read the flier.

Meanwhile, another group of young people came in, two guys and two girls … and Katie and her friend from the Erotic Friction performance arrived, and Unruhlee and a girl came in too … and it wasn’t long too before another couple came in, and several others, with a dog, who Frank didn’t really end up talking with … There was also a young woman who came in by herself, and the single mom, who had come to the February performance. Frank talked with the young woman … she had been attracted by the mention of shamanism, and the language of the flier … she wasn’t real specific about why these things attracted her … but she said that she had not been out at night for a long time, and it felt like a good thing to do on the first night she had decided to go out again. Frank asked her how it was so far? She said she was enjoying herself … Was she uncomfortable? Not really yet …

Frank next talked with the other young group … everyone had come from fliers! He talked to one of the young women … her friend there had told her about it, and it had sounded interesting to her … Frank asked her what she did, and she said that she was organizing and educating people through a women’s studies program, about sex & art … she was trying to get on the radio to talk about it, and might have an opportunity soon to do so … Frank asked her to talk about it now. She described having been very sick for a long time, and basically trying to cover her sickness with masks … we’re not sure exactly what she meant … but she talked about how you sometimes can make things better by putting up an illusion for a while, but in other cases, what is really needed is to simply face the reality, to be yourself completely … and she said that it was impossible to really have sex with another person if you are not yourself. She said that she was having sex with people for years, but it was not healthy because she did not know herself.

It wasn’t too long after this that Frank asked Katie if she would be his “magical cave lover” for the night, and promptly that last group of young people, including the girl who had just been talking, left. The girl who brought them all, by the name of India, apologized, saying that her two male friends did not want to stay, and so she had to leave. She would have wanted to stay, and so she will come back. For a moment, her sex/art friend looked like she might stay anyway, but then they all left.

Frank then turned to Unruhlee and asked if he would scare more people by talking about what Frank does! We think he said something along the lines of how Frank uses nudity and touch outside of the normal contexts … bringing people together in ways that don’t usually seem possible … Frank asked the guy who had come with Katie to Erotic Friction to talk about his experience too, and he echoed what Unruhlee had said, adding his experience of feeling so close to people at the performance, perhaps closer than he did to people that he already “knew”, and how Frank did this with nudity and touch …

An Indian woman who came from a flier that had been stuck on her windshield, had been on her way to see a movie, and decided to come to this instead! She said it sounded really interesting … like others, she was attracted by the “uncomfortable fun”, but she said right away that she would not take her clothes off … Frank asked her what she did? Then he asked her if she would play the keyboards, because his band had not shown up! She said she didn’t know how to play, but sure she would give it a try! She ended up playing for most of the night, and it was great!

Frank asked the single mom why she had returned? She talked about how she had come to the February performance, and had stayed for the whole performance but had not participated, and had regretted that, and decided that she would come back again, and Frank had written her from her blog, inviting her to come read her poetry, so she had brought it with her …

So Frank asked her if she would come up and read it while one half of the room took each other’s clothes off … this was the half that included Linda, Erika, Katie and her friend, Unruhlee and his friend, and the young woman was there too … the one who had not gone out in a long time. She had indicated that she might be willing to take her clothes off, but really had not been definitive … she had said something about having to see what would make her “too uncomfortable” … As this group took each other’s clothes off, and the keyboards started up, Frank also had the trumpet player and drummer join him in a jam, and the single mom read her poems … The woman who had not gone out in a long time actually started undressing Unruhlee’s friend, and vice versa, but stopped at her jacket, basically. She stayed there with blouse and jeans and socks on.

The other group was totally nude now … the single mom had finished her poem … did she have more? Yes, but they were dark! She was hesitating to read them … Frank said try us, we do “dark”! She was trying to arrange the music around her “dark” poems, but Frank said that they would all follow her … So she read her “dark” poems, which weren’t all that dark! Frank then asked her if she would read his poem “tortures”, and she did a really great reading of it, and it seemed that people were really taking it in … Now, while Frank had her up there, he talked with her about the fact of her coming back, and nudity … obviously she had come back to have the experience she had missed the first time around, when almost everyone had participated, played, did gestures together … she talked about wanting to roll around on the floor together … but when faced with it directly now, she was hedging … coming up with numerous reasons why she couldn’t do it, she had sworn off men for a year, for instance … Frank pushed her logic … it didn’t hold up very well, but she wasn’t just surrendering to the reason why she had come back … she obviously was now uncomfortable!

Now, Frank invited Katie to come up and read “Magical Cave Lovers” while she rubbed Frank erotically. Meanwhile, the jam would continue, and Linda would take the group of 4, Erika, Unruhlee, his friend and Katie’s friend, and do Gestures. The single mom ended up joining the group as they started … Frank had asked her earlier if she would take her shirt off. She did, but that was it … Now, she took her pants off too, and was the one in the group with her panties and tank top on in a sea of nude bodies … The gestures were playful and fun, and she obviously had a great time! Katie read “Magical Cave Lovers” hard, fast, without feeling … like a machine gun! And she did not rub Frank erotically … she danced around his cock, touching it every once in a while … it was the most unsatisfying reading/experience of “Magical Cave Lovers” ever. You couldn’t really even tell what it was about … did not get the trancelike experience, as Mikee said later, that you were used to … And we noticed that as soon as the gestures ended, as the piece ended, things felt like they buttoned up again … Unruhlee’s friend started putting her clothes back on, the single mom moved back into her own spot … rather than the way it often feels after gestures, where everyone is cuddly together, softer …

Frank asked Unruhlee’s friend if she would create an erotic piece for them to do together …? She asked “Dance or touch …?” Frank said “touch” and whatever else … she said she needed time to see if she could think of something, maybe 10 minutes …

At this point, Frank talked to a couple who had come in late … the guy used to live in Berkeley, and had always noticed Frank’s fliers … now he was living in Calgary with his partner … we found out later that she is a massage therapist … they were looking for something interesting to do while they were in town …

When Frank came back to Unruhlee’s friend, she had thought of something, but announced right off that it would be short. She kept her panties and bra on, and had Frank rub his face into her stomach, very briefly. Frank made the most of it, but it was short!
Frank asked Katie if she would do an erotic piece with him … Linda described it to her … she would rub up Frank’s body like a snake … Linda demonstrated, as Katie didn’t seem to be getting it … We noticed that the group began to get a little social, people chatting … the woman continued on the keyboards, however, and was really good …

Next Frank had Katie rock on his lap with slides projected on their bodies and the lights out. He had Linda rock the two of them … it really lacked the usual feeling of juiciness, and the chattiness continued, even from Katie herself.

After this part, Frank talked to folks about their experiences … what really stand out are what Katie’s friend said, and what the Calgary couple said … Katie’s friend talked about really enjoying the gestures again, and getting lost in the play and touch, and then popping out and wondering how everyone else in the room, who were not participating, were experiencing it? Did they want to join, did they feel like they were missing out? Frank asked the others to respond … The woman who had not gone out in a while said that of course they were missing out! (And yet, she had not joined!) She had kept indicating that to some extent she felt that she was missing out by choosing not to undress, not to join the gestures, etc. So Frank asked her if she would take off her socks? Ok, she did, and said her toes felt great! How about her blouse? Her bra? She took off both … But wouldn’t take off her pants because she was “cold”, and the heaters wouldn’t help … which didn’t make a whole lot of sense … seemed more to be a limit that she was setting, nothing to do with being cold.

The guy from Calgary talked about having been impressed by the art of the slides being projected on the bodies … and then he and Frank had a conversation about the idea of real “comfortable” being “flexible”. He does contact improvisation, and the gestures had reminded him a lot of that. They talked about the idea that you are not truly “comfortable” if you have comfort “zones” … the guy wholeheartedly agreed! Things seem to sink deep during this conversation … His partner, the massage therapist, said that she enjoyed the gestures … Frank said it was like what she does. She said except that there is generally a sheet when she does her work! To keep “boundaries” …

This was pretty much the end of the night. Frank asked everyone to come back, and told the woman who had taken off her socks, blouse and bra at the end … “Next time, the pants!” She laughed!

People milled around for a while talking and looking at the stuff on the display table and in the free boxes, and we started breaking things down … When everyone left, we were talking about the performance. Linda said it was a rollercoaster ride … the February performance had been great, March had been all the “no’s”, Erotic Friction was great!, and this was again not very satisfying … there was a lot of talking about how things had gone, what felt like the high points of the night, despite the general feeling of people not really being willing to let go and experience, to really participate … Linda was saying that it was hard to put your finger on what it was ….

But once we were all back here, and unloaded, you guys called to talk about what you had been talking about just then … that what it felt like was that the first year of the performances was Frank identifying the general issue, which was the “zones of comfort”, and that what we were experiencing now was this accepted concept that there is no generally accepted reality. Like in a previous era, you could “call” someone on their “shit”. There was a common reality against which you could hold up what someone was doing, and say, this is bullshit, and it made sense to everyone. But now, it was like everyone had their own personal “reality”, and you could not call them on it, and this is what was making people feel isolated from one another. Like in the Erotic Friction performance, people talked about it being hard to get close to people in everyday life. This was why! So what Frank was tapping into was a need for people to take personal responsibility, and it was a big deal, you got the feeling that this was possibly the main problem in society in general. And it was a “hot button” that people could feel … they were coming to the performance to confront this, without really even realizing that this was why … it was what the “uncomfortable fun” brought up … Personal responsibility. Like, the single mom, who came back because she had regretted not joining in with the group when everyone did gestures at the Feb. performance. She came back wanting to have that experience, but shocked to find that she was in the exact same position as she had been the first time, at the point of personal responsibility for why she was there, and what she wanted, and she wasn’t willing, again, to really take on that responsibility, and this is what the performances were now confronting, without it really being clear up to now, because Frank has this way of anticipating, being ahead of the times in what he is doing … where it seems like it is all “greek” at first …
It was really amazing to think about all this, and really made a lot clear about how the performances have felt …

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Re: erotic friction writings (Marz)

frank, linda and mikey!!! aaahhhhhh …i know i missed out….BOTH weekends…i can feel it…i’m also feeling a bit jealous! wow that’s so interesting for me…i love both of these letters ..thank you for sharing them…lula sounds like a trip, much like you and your gang! can’t wait to hear about last night…i had it in my mind to come but my body was worn out, tired.
thinking about you all and sending love’
marzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

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Marz, just imagine what we here feel after two performances within one week! We are hurting, but slowly recovering!

See you Friday night!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

hi, paul!

(to Paul Krassner:)

a few weeks ago, Linda found your obit of George Carlin online. First, what you and The Realist did for Carlin in the mid- sixties, you did for me too!

Carlin: “All through this period I was sustained and motivated by The Realist, Paul Krassner’s incredible magazine of satire, revolution and just plain disrespect. It arrived every month, and with it, a fresh supply of inspiration. I can’t overstate how important it was to me at the time. It allowed me to see that others who disagreed with the American consensus were busy expressing those feelings and using risky humor to do so. Paul’s own writing, in particular, seemed daring and adventurous to me; it took big chances and made important arguments in relentlessly funny ways. I felt, down deep, that maybe I had some of that in me, too; that maybe I could be using my skills to better express my beliefs. The Realist was the inspiration that kept pushing me to the next level; there was no way I could continue reading it and remain the same.”

But this line in your piece stood out for me:

As a performer, George Carlin was uncompromising, knowing that his audience trusted him not to be afraid of offending them. http://www.huffingtonpost.com/paul-krassner/remembering-george-carlin_b_109548.html

recently I got tired of people thinking they have the right to be NOT be offended and to have their “comfort zones” be respected, honored, and forcibly protected. So I went after COMFORT ZONES even more than usual. I call my performance series UNCOMFORTABLE ZONES OF FUN experiments in experience/participation performance. They even come for “uncomfortable.” But as soon as the performance dips into depth, they use their being uncomfortable to pull back! And they start yammering about staying in their comfort zones!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Re: erotic friction writings (Frank)

Lula, I like how you start on the street, looking at the flier. That is how my performance starts for most people. A performance isn’t just what happens within the theater. The seeing the fliers and the dynamic reactions that causes are the only aspect of the work most people touch. This aspect can last literally for decades! People actually collect our fliers! The fliers set off processes in some people. After years of seeing the fliers, they come to a performance.

As an example of the fliering aspect, Alexi and Corey last night did the fliering in Berkeley for tomorrow’s Oakland performance. Today…
“Here we packed up for the day, loaded up the truck, and were soon on the road … since the route to work went down Sacramento to Alcatraz, we got to see all of our fliering work fresh first thing in the morning … and all the people checking them out! It was like every corner there was another person standing at the crosswalk, waiting for the light to change, and standing reading the flier! Fun and satisfying! Would there be someone at the next corner …? Yes, there she is, reading the flier!”

In more non- linear paths, seeing our multi- color cars around town, walking past our houses, etc are all parts of the performance process [not to mention our public access show and LUVER]. All that comes together in the performance space.

This is also true for the reputation and myth that grows up around the work, etc. What is a sex cult? … or a leader of one? These images which grow lazily outside of the work, the artist cannot control or even live up to. If you are lucky, you can play with these expectations to explode them.

I like how you included our meeting up magically on FACEBOOK. We both were actively available, which is how magic works!

Most of my work is private performance like we did in the studio. I always wonder about guys who say “I like your tits “! Do they ever wonder why they don’t have what they think they want? I am after intimacy, closeness, going deep within aroused pleasure outside the narrow funnels with whole people [not just tits]. Don’t get me wrong… I liked rubbing your tits against my face. But I am going for more! And people feel that. So that opens things up.

Anyway, having a good title makes a performance much easier. That was why I was impressed by your title, “Prove You’re Not a Robot: Interactive Experiments in Fear-Art-Love.” Also having a “plant” who is open, eager and willing and who is prepared for the nudity and being erotic opens things up for everybody in a different way than the people like Linda and Erika [your Emilie] who have been with me for years. Your willingness changed things even before you did anything. When you acted from the willingness, it amplified the effect.

Btw, you were the only plant there. Katie from Omaha was just there. Of course, there is no way for you to know the true arrangement [unless you planted her there yourself!]. I did not even have to use my favorite line to fuzz reality up. The line is “BUT I MAY BE LYING!”

I didn’t use the word Eroplay at the performance, although the play in the performance happened to be Eroplay. You must have read ART OF THE SHAMAN which I wrote in the early nineties. Eroplay was the first physical [tanpanic] trance I “discovered.” Since then, I have discovered different tanpanic trances, etc. and different states of pleasure arousing states. I have included these in my work, especially as a response to the increasingly repressive trends in the society in the last twenty years. We were just getting to these tanpanic trances Saturday when we ran out of time.

Again the key to things getting so deep so fast was the people taking personal responsibility for doing it, for saying YES, for playing together outside of the normal boxes. It was not social, casual. It was extremely focused fun. If you wanted to “fuck” after it, it would have meant that the performance experience had been quickly absorbed back into the everyday level. But how you felt was still in the altered reality, which is really the core reality. In the mid- nineties I had to change the whole performance structure because people had absorbed it into the everyday level by making it into a pick-up scene… No magic, risk, or human connection.

There is more to say, but I will stop by saying our job as artists is always go to rocking town with abandon!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Re: Philip Huang wrote on your Wall…

Hi Frankie,

Feel free to give Philip my email address….
or anyone for that matter in the future that is passing through or lives in Chicago.

Paul

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I will, Paul! I don’t know if Philip is still in Chicago. I got overrun with doing two performances in a week!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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Hi Frankie,

You’ve always made it clear you are available.
Apparently now is your ‘busy season’!

I’ve been enjoying reading the updates on the e-salon.

Heaps of hugs to everyone.

Paul

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yes, indeed! And I just booked another San Francisco performance for 9/11!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

This week on Maximum Rock N Roll on LUVeR! (4/22/10)

Aired April 22, 2010 at 4pm pacific on http://www.luver.com

MAXIMUM ROCK N ROLL
tape #200
60 minutes
hosts: Tim, Ruth, Steve & Jeff
no guests

1. The Subhumans “Can’t Hear the Words”

from the Midwest:
2. The Babies “Wasted Words
3. Political Justice “3 Things”
4. The Mess “Capital City”
5. Power of the Spoken Word

from Germany:
6. De Walton
7. R.A.F. Guar
8. Hassen Krieg
9. Tarn Farber

Melodic Stuff:
10. The A.D.s “More Than Once”
11. Suicide Squad “New Day in the Morning”
12. The Pushtwangers “Lies”
13. The Dogs “Mon Coeur”
14. The Leaving Trains “You Can’t See It”
15. Subkids “Boots on Cars”

from Japan:
16. New Rotica “Panic Life”
17. Kaya
18. Doku Buta
19. Gudon
20. M78
21. The Loods “Nonsense Man”

from Canada:
22. DOA “Singing in the Rain”
23. SNFU “The End”

24. Second Scream “Things to do Today”

Download the show from the LUVeR show page:
http://www.luver.com/maxrnr.html

Subscribe to the podcast:
http://feeds.feedburner.com/MaximumRockNRollPodcast

Get past shows here:
http://mrnrpodcast.blogspot.com/

Re: just love performing there

(Carol Queen wrote:)

Frank!!! We’re so pleased. It was an honor having you at our space. Any of the first three Saturdays are open for you and your lovely gang. Just let me know which you want.
xox–CQ

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Excellent that it worked out so nicely.
NOt surprised. Frank, I’ve always had a beautiful experience doing anything there.
It is a center for Sex and LOVE, that’s for sure.
Hope i’m in town for the next one!!!
Love,
Annie

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yep, Annie!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

erotic friction writings

(Lula wrote:)

I was walking down Valencia St. with my beloved collaborator, Sadie Lune, when she handed me a flyer for Frank Moore’s show at the Center for Sex and Culture. The flyer had the words “Erotic Friction” and drawings of people coming in and out of people’s orifices.

“You should go to this,” she said.

“Who’s Frank Moore?” I said.

“You don’t know who Frank Moore is?” she said incredulously. “He is a performance artist with a reputation for being a sex cult leader. I thought those were your areas of expertise.”

“Huh. Never heard of him,” and we walked on arms linked.

The next day on the cosmic hologram that is Facebook, Frank requested my virtual friendship. I accepted. I wrote on his wall that I wanted to meet him.

He read one of my notes entitled, performance art, the love of my life, you cheap freak. and commented: “looks like we have similar tastes, playful natures, and are bad to the bone!” He sent me some of his writings called the Shaman’s Cave. I read how the doctors’ told his parents to put him in a home and basically forget about him. He was born without the use of his arms, legs or the ability to speak. His parents saw intelligence in his eyes and decided to take him home. He writes about having the perfect body for performance art. First of all, people are always staring at him and he’s always liked it. Secondly, he said because he has never had any expectations placed on him to be successful, make money, polished, or accomplished. He has been free to do whatever the hell he wants to do.

I went to his house in Berkeley with my pocha homie, Jimmy Lusero. The house is purple, decorated with peace signs and splatter paint on the sidewalk. We walked through the white picket fence and were sure we were in the right place.

We were a little nervous. I didn’t know what to do when I first saw Frank. Should I hug him? Linda was there, she translated for him by looking into his eyes and saying “A. B. C. D…L. M. N. O. P.” She could tell if the letter was right or not by his grunt. Then, she’d run through the alphabet until she got the next letter. She can tell pretty quickly what he wants to say. He wanted her to show us around the house. She showed us Mikey’s art work. He was the artist that drew the people coming in and out of the other people’s orifices on the flyer. It smelled good in the house. Like curry. They all live together.

We went back to Frank’s studio and he was set up with this computer program that could anticipate what he was typing and say it out loud. He has a poker that attaches to his head that he uses to type. It’s pretty cool.

The first thing he types is, “I like your title.” He was referring to the last show Sadie and I did called “Prove You’re Not a Robot: Interactive Experiments in Fear-Art-Love.” I thought he was going to say, “I like your tits.” The poker typer technique isn’t so fast, so you are always guessing what he was going to say. I was relieved that he hadn’t.

We talked about performance art. He asked why I do the thing that I do. I asked him how he does the thing that he does. He gets his audience naked within a short amount of time and interacting with each other. I was intrigued. He said that nudity took hours off of the process. And that process was one where people could cut through the bullshit and connect with one another. He talks about performance art as a battle field to break people out of the boxes and labels that keep us stuck and isolated. I agreed.

He asked if I would be a plant in the show. I said yes….but, what does that entail? Come open, eager and willing.

Jimmy and I left feeling exhausted and inspired.

Before the show I got my period. I emailed Frank about it and said I probably would not be up for taking off my underwear. He said he could work around it.

Fast forward, we are at the show. There are tapestries hanging on the walls of people coming in and out of people’s orifices. There were pillows covering the floor for people to lie on. There was Frank Moore sitting in his wheelchair with a board that had the alphabet written on it and a few dozen commonly used words. He had his head band on with a laser pointer attached to it. He used that to spell out what Linda Mac vocalized.

There were about twenty people in the audience. We sat down facing Frank on the pillows. It felt cozy. Frank asked us to scoot in closer to him. He began by asking people individually what had brought them to the performance. Facebook. A flyer. A friend.

He wanted to know what had attracted them to coming.

“I am a pervert,” one woman laughed nervously.

“Well, I am going to test you on that,” Frank joked back.

One guy said he just got back from hanging out with shamans in Peru, so he figured this was apropos.

“What is a shaman?” Frank asked.

“He is neither good nor bad because he is a channel for both God and the Devil.”

“I am a free agent,” Frank said.

He asked me what brought me here tonight. I told him about my flyer and Facebook experience. He asked me if I was a plant.

“A plant?” I said not sure if I should blow my cover.

“I work with honesty.”

“I have been planted.”

So it was all up in the open.

There was another woman in the audience who had been planted. He asked her if she would be willing to eroplay with him. He didn’t explain it at the time, but I had read that eroplay was a word he had made up to describe affectionate play that does not lead to sex. She said sure.

He asked people what they did…for fun. One woman in the audience was a photographer. Frank asked her if she would be willing to pose all of us in a nude photo.

“Sure, but I don’t have a camera.”

“That’s ok, we have photographers here.” For what? I don’t know.

Within twenty minutes everyone got naked and that was that. Frank said if anyone was “on the rag” they didn’t have to take off their clothes. I think that was something special said just for me. I kept my tights on.

The photographer lady was a little unsure. “I don’t usually pose people.”

I said, “Just pretend like you are bossy.”

She arranged us around Frank and took our picture. There we were. A big pile of naked strangers suddenly saying cheese. It was bonding.

Two well dressed ladies walked in during the photo shoot and it was too late for them. They never took off their clothes. Before they arrived, Frank talked about how it is harder to watch then participate. This is something he has learned after years of leading these rituals. He was right. Those ladies were palpably uncomfortable.

He asked me if I would be willing to make an erotic creation with him. Sure. I sat facing him and waited for an impulse to move me. Linda told me I could climb all over him, but avoid his left bum knee. I touched his feet. Could I take his shoes off? No, he needed them for adjustments. Hmm. I curled up underneath his legs and reached out for a hand that jumped in and out of my hand. He calls his arms Mike and Ike and they have two minds of their own. I lay like that for a few moments. It was relaxing. Frank said it was truly comfortable.

Then, the notion of gestures was addressed. Linda put us into groups of two or three and read to us gestures to enact. I was put with the photographer and Emily, a woman who Frank asked to dress me into a sheer blouse right off the bat. So the three of us were instructed to joyfully hug each other, explore each other’s faces, rub our breasts together, rub our butts together, interlace our limbs with one another and rock back and forth, cock our heads slightly, healingly touch each other’s genitals. The photographer was a little chatty to begin with like, “how do we do that?” and “what did she say?” Emily had obviously been there before and her presence added a certain weight and calm to the experience. We were all just exploring like unchaperoned children showing each other our bits. It was erotic, but the fact that we took sex out of it made it safe. I don’t know how I would have felt had I been paired with two dudes.

At one point, I was paired with Frank and I sat on his lap. The gesture was to rock together. I didn’t know how to rock with him. I felt a little awkward because I didn’t want to fully straddle him and go to rocking town. I just sat facing out sort of dazedly. Frank has a very unique smell that I am not used to and he drools a little bit. So, I was a little uncomfortable. It was interesting for me to look at that uncomfort. Was I uncomfortable being close like that with an older man and afraid that I was being used? What is it to be used? Where did I get that “using” idea? One of my mom’s favorite sayings is that men think with their dicks. Or was it the drooling? I don’t know. I was contemplating this on his lap and at the same time feeling at ease and filled with wonder.

At the end of the “show”, Frank talked to us about our experiences and his practice. I was sort of spacing out when he addressed me. He reminded me how I asked him how he got people naked at his shows. Did I have an answer now?

“Yeah. It’s easier than I thought.” And then I told him about my most current experience. I had been lying on the pillows mostly naked. I was getting cold. I sort of inched up to a guy I was sitting next to, hoping that he would sense my coldness and hold me. No luck. I didn’t want to put my clothes back on so I looked my neighbor in the eyes and said, “I am cold.” He smiled and put his naked arms around me. I was so happy. I was sitting in that spaced out happiness when Frank asked about my experience. I had never been to a performance where I ended up snuggled next to a naked dude and feeling so grateful for our ability to warm each other. I felt like the performance was a success. The photographer lady had snuggled up to the warming guy’s other side.

The next day, I was explaining the experience to a friend and he asked if I really wanted to fuck after that. It was a valid question; some performances leave you wanting to fuck. But the answer is no. I left feeling open and spacey, warm and fuzzy. I left feeling like a squishy human with hair, pores, and teeth. I left with an awareness of my desire for warmth, exploration and connection.

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Lula, this is quite impressive. I will respond to it when I have recovered from doing two performances in a week… Respond in detail. But I want to get it out to the ESALON [my email community (want to be on the ESALON?)].

The depth of your writing gives me hope for the future!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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