Letters (to the On the Street Penthouse Suite)
I joined Facebook this week after some prodding and only later realized I might be drying up the well of letters that “flow” so “effortlessly” to the surface. Perhaps that explains this week’s offerings: invitations to various “art openings” (parenthesis added to include this moustache event, you’ll see…)
#1 Seasonal Fever
Dec. 5-26, 2008
opening reception Dec. 5, 6-9pm
gallery open by appointment, call 210-219-1562
Three Walls is located in Studio 106 D Blue Star, Building B, San Antonio, TX"
#2 Live Cinema “Out of Context”
I’m not sure if it was Potter or Belmar who sent this…
“Potter-Belmar Labs will be performing Live Cinema on stage,
in the round, between two large video projections in the Say Sí
black box performance space on First Friday from 6-9 pm.
Say Sí is located at 1518 S Alamo Street in San Antonio. Admission is free.”
#3 Respect the ‘Stash
Radio personality Matt Fleeger sends in notice of his now annual event...
#4 Holiday Art Sale
Please stop by for a glass of holiday cheer, view Smoke and Mirrors by Alex Rubio and David Vega, and shop for works of art--most under $250, and some as low as $1--on view in the gallery backroom.
Holiday Art Sale
Saturday, December 6 & 13
3-5pm and by appointment
Michael Genovese (Miami, FL)
Juan Angel Chavez (Chicago, IL)
Joseph Phillips (Austin, TX)
Ethel Shipton (San Antonio, TX)
Damon Bishop (Chicago, IL)
John Photos (Albequerque, NM)
Hills Snyder (San Antonio, TX)
Jaime Lund (New York, NY)
Min-Tse Chen (Beijing, China)
Matthew Noel-Tod (London, England)
Nate Cassie (San Antonio, TX)
Justin Parr (San Antonio, TX)
David Vega (San Antonio, TX)
Kimberly Aubuchon (San Antonio, TX)
Alex Rubio (San Antonio, TX)
Hope to see you there
Unit B (Gallery)
500 Stieren at Cedar
San Antonio, TX 78210
Report from the Swap
At one point the parking lot across from La Tuna was filled with cars, and if that isn’t a benchmark for success for a bike swap, then I don’t know what is.
But forget the community aspect for a moment and focus on this: I sold $300 in bike parts. Sure, it was hard work organizing this event, and getting all the bands lined up, and going around town trying to get vendors to show up, and trying to get the word out to TPR, but clearly I did it just for the cash. Yes, organizing the citywide bike swap was a selfish act on my part, cloaked under the wolf’s clothing of good intentions.
And was it an unlikely nexus of unregulated free market capitalism with libertarianism and anarcho-syndicalism?
The event is already shrouded in conjecture, mainly by me with those last two ridiculous paragraphs, so let’s consider the documented evidence…
An example of one of the many tables set up at La Tuna. The two bikes on the left? Let it go, I sold them already. The red folding bike was purchased by Bob/Brad the Gardener. Next time you see a tall guy trying to get this bike onto a Greyhound bus heading towards Port Aransas and the whooping cranes, that may well be him.
And speaking of Brad/Bob, check out this "game saving" plan for a Brackenridge Park bike path that he slapped together on the back of an envelope (possibly an eviction notice, or a warning from city utilities that they're going to shut down the power, but they'll be ever to take that folding bike I sold him!)
Here, the Weetles rock out on stage at La Tuna. They mix together Beatles covers with their own rock inventions. And look behind them at the packed parking lot. That is the truth.
It was a family affair. After the Weetles finished their set their dad's band played also, the wonderfully intense Worm who have been playing on and off over the years. Now, thankfully, they seem to be on again.
I later saw them play at The Mix later that night for a performance that was turned up to "eleven". Initially, they were too much rock for La Tuna so they put on the kid gloves and brought the volume down slightly.
And in reality (an area rarely explored in On the Street) Worm was gracious to play, and was able to use the Bike Swap as some practice for their show later that night.
(And at the Worm show later that night, I turned to Bike Gangster Scott and remarked, "It's like a "wormhole" opened and out of it came this awesome Dischord band from 1993." A bad pun, what else, but they carry with them the lost energy of a near forgotten moment in time. Complete badasses.)
Blue Means Go later played an acoustic set that was full of magic, yet somehow I forgot to take a foto.
Backlit and shrouded in shadow, but a glimpse of the beer garden transformed.
Ditto. (For clarification, people wearing spandex that day were actually not in the band.)
Like a white buffalo.
And so goes another week on the streets of San Antonio. As always, to be continued...