“Leaves Turn Inside You”
Letters (to the On the Street Penthouse Suite)
#1 Smoke and Mirrors
From the fine folks at Unit B Gallery…
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November 21, 2008 - January 3, 2009
Smoke and Mirrors
Alex Rubio (San Antonio, TX)
David Vega (San Antonio, TX)
In this collaboration, artists Alex Rubio and David Vega create intricate individual depictions of a personal vice, then break up the two harsh images into innocuous fragments, diffusing and intermixing the ambiguous pieces and collectively forming an amorphous cloud of their indulgences. The looming juxtaposition of the vices effectively transforms the artists' negative habits into a mysterious illusion of monochromatic flourishes and embellishments, altering the viewer's consciousness and influencing the viewer's perception of the harsh reality of the work and into a false sense of subtlety and beauty.
#2 The Greatest of All Time?
What do you have when you combine Pele, Michael Jordan, Muhammed Ali, Edwin Moses, Joe Montana, Wayne Gretsky, etc?
The Greatest of all-time.....Some things never change. Been my favorite since pre-puberty days.....
And she's freakin' 54!
#3 Stop Motion Tamales
Came in by the mysterious and magnanimous hand of the OTS Insider named “Topps”…
Sent by a coworker in response to bucket full of their tamales being delivered to our office. I think it's worth a restaurant review. They're great.
Then after some elementary googling I came across this other youtube video which seems to be the work of a random citizen, though for some reason my 6th sense tell me "inside job." Of course that's not possible so I must be crazy.
Off the Street
The following is what happens when OTS gets pulled off the streets. It's like the movie Trading Places but without hopeful Darwinism.
For some reason I'm staring at my feet when I could be trying $2500 brandy. But a closer examination of footwear tells a deeper story.
It was as black tie as black tie gets. My trophy wife was still in Eastern Europe and couldn't make it over in time. My hands were tied.
And while it's true I did dabble in the fine cuisine and awkward company, I wasn't there as long as others.
For a paradigm shift, the kind one can only experience with On the Street, I went across the street to Hemisfair Park for Slab Cinema and a fiery display.
A Strange Nexus
Before the wonderful Slab Cinema events there has been a variety of entertainment. Like First Friday, at a certain point, successful events in San Antonio transcend their original seed of inspiration and find appeal across a wide strata. This is not to say that all the elements average together but instead it seems to be a cultural detente where seemingly opposing views can co-exist in a common space.
How else to explain this?
(Does that not spell "60"?)
There is skill in this, to be sure. However, I'm not going to act like it's my thing. I know fire juggling is the wrong term but I don't want to remember the correct one. Fire Dancing? (That sounds like a Cult song.)
When I see "fire juggling" I think of a strange nexus of homelessness, punks, yoga, and hippies. Perhaps gutter-punk meets yoga-hippie is easier to consider, but not anymore accurate.
(Notice the fire juggling in the background with the streaks of light going all willy-nilly.)
Its like a confoundment (fake word for the week) of these elements. I'm not sure if any one group will claim the fire juggling as their own but then neither can any of these groups completely divorce themselves from it either.
There was a movie afterwards but I think I split to watch a Spurs game. (A vast majority of their games have come down to a last second shot, especially against horrible teams. More on them next week.)
(Eerily close to the symbol "&", or even better, something used on sheet music)
Sunday Sounds returned to The Compound with a larger than life band from Seattle coming through on tour.
One half of The In and Outlaws, who were actually quite good. There was a country theme for the late afternoon show that actually translated very well from one band to the next.
This kick-ass pickup truck I saw in the parking lot across the street fit in perfectly.
The hula-hooping was somehow a perfect accompaniment to the music.
A member of the Rodeo band from Seattle (more on them in a bit) commented on the inclusive near commune-like atmosphere of the backyard. Kids, hula hoops, guys with black hats (like bit actors from the James Garner tv show Maverick) all co-existing, adding further 'proof' to the OTS San Antonio Thesis.
A stripped down though not uncommon version of Fear Snakeface played next. It didn't feel as if the songs were unplugged so much as the full band electrifies them.
Here the mysterious men in black get set up for their set. Rodeo played a large part of their concept. (Okay, I'm digging up the flyer now so I can remember the name of the band. Passage of time...)
Brent Amaker & the Rodeo. That's the name.
One of the singers had a very deep voice. I kept thinking of the guy from the Oak Ridge Boys, but I guess that's not cool to say?
They headed off to Arkansas for their next show, telling stories of this strange place called San Antonio.
And so goes another week on the streets of San Antonio. As always, to be continued...