A bit more documentation

,It's going to be slow, and maybe a bit out of order, but it will happen. We need to recover. But as an offering, here's the rest of the stuff from Weekend 1 of the festival:



Paul Bruner's first performance of the night, Presidential Penises and Hanging Chads.



Olchar reads Samuel Taylor Coleridge's 1816 poem, Kublai Khan.



And from exactly 100 years later, Tristan Tzara's Saint of 1916

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Warren Fry reads Daniil Kharms' To Ring To Fly.



Lindsann & Fry give you some facts about Rufus Choate.



Paul Bruner's second piece of the night, Square Hatman Goes Glip Nigat.



Reid Bingham organises a circuit-bending chaos session with everyone playing.


Thanks, when we're able we'll get up documentation of weekend 2 with Alan Reed, then the rest of the festival and the last couple Fiddlesticks events....

ACTION: ***(ITS A SHOW!)***: drive the fire marshall to: tiny bits.

********************** *** (ITS A SHOW!) *** **********************

Come one; Come all(!) to witness the ACTION. On July 5th at 8pm, following Anti-English day, crawl out of your briefcases and dampen your product to hear the sounds and their configurations of:

Accidental Seabirds (Brooklyn, NY)
[http://myspace.com/polliwogshoebox]
Joseph Ruck (New Brunswick, NJ)
Cory Wellington (New Brunswick, NJ)
Nick Hallam (Totnes, England)

as they serenade you into the shallow caves of former Civil War Captains and Railroad workers.

131 Bayard Street, New Brunswick, NJ 08901

It will be held in our basement... with maybe a few extra goodies. :BLAHHGHGHS:LKGJE:asfaoigjas:

See you then.
Saturday.
July 5th.
8pm.

CABARET. TONIGHT.

Hello chaps!

Hopefully you all tuned into WFMU this morning in time to catch the long-anticipated Post-NeoAbsurdist Miraculous Anti-Hour. Should you have failed to do so you can hear the whole show online at the following internet-world-wide-web-address-site-page: Thus.

And PLEASE don't forget that if you're in the area of New Brunswick tonight then you have NO EXCUSE WHATSOEVER not to attend the somewhat-climax of this most wondrous of Anti-Festivals; The Quadricentenial Bilge-Worm Cabaret. It will be good.

131 Bayard Street, New Brunswick, NJ. 8:00PM. TONIGHT.

See you all there! VIM!

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Jim Leftwich's post-neo absurdism solidarity show happen Wednesday, June 25th 2008,
in Roanoke Virginia. Photos are posted at Jim's flickr site above.

MY KIMONO BOOK

FREE pdf file AVAILABLE NOW at www.lulu.com/lunabisonteprods .. click on the title "MY KIMONO BOOK" for more info and to preview the book. OR go to www.flickr.com/cmehrlbennett/sets/72157594534258236/ and look at ALL my kimonos in a slideshow... including the ones that are not collaborations.
At my flickr set, you click on an image during the slideshow to see my comments. The comments are often embedded with web links that show the honorary person's original work before I messed with it and/or to show you that (honorary or ornery) person's vispo, poetry, photos, essays, etc. because you want to learn about them after seeing such a titillating kimono image, right?

OLCHAR LINDSANN has graciously invited me to show some digital kimono prints in a gallery space in his home in New Brunswick NJ --sometime in November before Thanksgiving-- if very many of my kimono book collaborators actually show up for a reception (and there is some interest from a few vispo V.I.P.s) then there will also have to be a "Be Blank Consort" performance that day. So stay tuned!! Olchar will post details by the time the leaves start turning pretty colors in New Brunswick.

The Quadricentenial Bilge-Worm Cabaret

Come one and all to this most rare and thrilling of occasions. Delight in the horrid and rampant destruction of defenceless objects, the furious displacement of vulnerable foodstuffs, the merciless rape and eventual slaughter of countless words, audiences, ideas and that fucking gorilla that sings the macarena. Laugh at the British people and their puzzling insistence on pronouncing the word "aluminum" with an additional "i". Saturday the 28th of June, 8:00PM (No, really. We mean it.)



Wear clothes you hate.

VIM!

A delicious anti-banquet

Some more photos. They're a bit massive if you click on them. Either Olchar's photo editing software is really crap or I'm really stupid.






For those of you who weren't there, we made Jelly (Jell-o) with words in it. It didn't exactly look like Jelly but it was moderately delicious and it had words in it.

Huzzah!

Well that was fun.







I'll stick the rest on my blog and we'll get the videos up here sometime over the next few days. Enjoy!

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i'm pretty sure tsubasa took a few of these. four britan natives are currently on go-'rounds here and as much as i know did some performance in underground dwellings last night with loud loud loud rolling stock. I wonder how that went. BE HERE NEXT SATURDAY for WHOKNOWSWHAT¿ Who wants to put something together for saturday? Reid? Devin? Lukharna? Monty?

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There should be more soon, but I believe its being held captive by a DV tape that just refuses to let the data come off of the magnetic tape. The tapehead and the tape had a huge argument about it the other day. I could hear them while I was looking... or was that just the water. Anyway, the tape heads had it out for the magnetic tape, but was charging so it really couldn't do anything about it. Subsequently, I don't think that the tape head was very aware that by kicking the shit out of the miniDV tape, he'd lose all of his dada to read anyway. Consumer camera these days!

I also came across an article by Warren in the Brooklyn Rail about Courtlandtland/We are the Seahorses if anyone wants to check it out. Reminds me that I don't go to shows enough. Curses Steve!; Haha. [ http://www.brooklynrail.org/2008/06/artseen/we-are-the-seahorses ]

ANTI-FESTIVAL WEEKEND #1: Barm release reading

We're getting these up here as fast as we can--for the BARM release on Saturday, 7 June, people from the New Jersey community took turns mangling and wrangling poems from the journal. Here's every single one! Huzzah!

Steve Dolnack performs T. Butković, To Be Performed Out Loud


Julian Matthews performs B. Chriss' Icarus


Kevin Donnely performs D.B. Edwards, Some Things.


Karl Doerrer performs a poem by Professor Aristotle.


Olchar Lindsann performs Fast Sedan Nellson's translation of Wordsworth's Lines Written in Early Spring into Even-More-Boring


Kevin Donnely performs a text by T. Butković

Reid Bingham delivers an Anti-Prophesy by O. Lindsann

Tomislav Butković performs A. Howard's Your hair sweeps naturally and gracefully
back from your face

Paul Bruner performs Imogene Engine's Sensory Oneirocritica



Warren Fry and Miss Ricketts debate the eternal question: Radish Art or the Babylonian Empire?


Documentation of the rest of the evening's proceedings asap!!!

PNA NJ Maximum Overdrive!!!!

THIS SATURDAY!
06/21/08

THE ANTI FESTIVAL REACHES CRITICAL MASS!

9 Guests from England, DC, Ohio, Maryland and Illinois will be descending upon us like a Tsunami of Post-Neo cavaliers!

The event BEGINS AT 8:00pm!

131 Bayard St.
New Brunswick NJ 08901

Please come on time, as our guests have traveled over seas and states and nations and time-zones to be here (in many cases rearranging their lives to make it happen). We've been talking up how amazing New Jersey audiences are, so don't let us down - you won't be disappointed.

OUR ESTEEMED VISITORS:

Angie Lennard (Chicago), Brad Chriss and Megan Blafas (D.C.), Nick Hallam (England), Aaron Howard (Brooklyn), David Beris Edwards, Eleanor Francis Waterfowl, and Amy Oliver (England), Aaron Andrews and Matt Cooper of 'RAP VAN' (Ohio).

This will be the LARGEST meeting of Post-Neo's and friends of Post-Neo in the six year history of the movement! Look to see as Post-Neos who've published together, listened to one another's poems over the phone, or co-signed manifestos meet face to face for the first time, and old friends are reunited.

Stand by for further updates as the week progresses...

Nobody expects SATURDAY!!! from Alan Reed.

And it is Saturday again. It is Saturday and so there are things that will happen. Things! The sorts of things that you expect to happen and the sorts of things that you do not expect to happen. Or perhaps it will be things that you do not expect to happen and then things that you expect to happen. It depends on what you expected to happen. This, you might not have expected this. It does not sound like what you expected to happen and yet it is almost Saturday. Saturday! Of course we are writing things and we are sending you things. And if these things are not the things that you expect us to write and the things that you expect us to send, well, that is pretty much what you expect of us, isn’t it? Hello. It is Saturday again. There are things that will happen. I am here. I will do things. I will read to you some things that I did not make and I will read to you a thing that I did make. It is about Orpheus. Warren Fry and Olchar Lindsann will help with the thing that I made and they will read to you some things that I did not make. They did not make these other things that they will read either. They are things that other people made. There will be things that other people made. There will be things made by Samuel Beckett and Mark Sonnefeld and Jacques Derrida and Tomislav Butkovic and R. M. Liuzza. Some of them will read the things that they made and others of them will not read the things that they made. Those are the things that will happen. Saturday. Seven o’clock. 131 Bayard. It is a nice house. And things will happen.

And then. On Sunday. Sunday! There will be things, things that you do not expect. We will go for breakfast. Because we do go for breakfast on Sundays. We may not go when it is time for breakfast but we will go for breakfast. We will go to The Hungry Pedlar. It is a nice place to go for breakfast. And after we go for breakfast we will go back to the house, the house at 131 Bayard, and we will do more things. More things! We will have tea and we will have cakes. Well, we’ll probably have coffee instead of tea. I know how to make a very good cup of coffee and I am not so good with tea. Coffee would probably go better. And the things. We will read things. We will talk about things. We will have things and it would be good if you had things too. It will be good. All of it. All of it will be good.

let me shower and caress you with beautiful images

an attempt of showing others what they cannot (yet) see with their own eyes due to distance.

this is, partly, 'the mecca' according to Mark Sonnenfeld! we have been graced by his hand deliverance of many publications and presence in our first few days here at the house. hopefully he'll be able to make it out much more frequently!

Paul Bruner (NJ/NY/NC) Installation 'Presidential Penises' etc

Megan Blafas and (2) Post-Neo Archives

BAR BAR BAR Sword, Warren Fry
(a monument for the new brunswick city centre is currently in the works, featuring warren c. fry)

(l2r) jim leftwich, tomislav butkovic, steve dolnack

Imogene Engine

Olchar E. Lindsann


aaron andrews, warren fry

top wall: (l2r) john m. bennett, mete sarabi, brad chriss, chi-kit kwong, john m. bennett, reed altemus

warren fry, thomas russotti, brad chriss

olchar e. lindsann, emilie lennard, terri lennard, bela b. grimm, megan blafas

megan blafas, robert inhuman

evan damerow


mail-art table with tom russotti sculpture at the helm

joseph ruck before any furniture was moved in.

hopefully more later on the epic start of the anti-festival last saturday...

also, welcome... this week! alan reed from montreal, canada.

Eel Leak True Nick Die Vices

If you have electronics toys, tape players, keyboards, radios, or really anything that takes batteries and makes noise, bring it on Saturday night! Come early and we will see (because I really dont know if it will work or not) if we can wire everyone up for amplification. That way we will have a glorious mess of wires, toys, people, and noise.

Blood Buddies?

We are all so not at all very excited for Saturday!

FIRST BLOOD - FEST STARTS THIS WEEK!

FIRST BLOOD!!

The moment we’ve all been waiting for! The Anti-Festival begins!

Come on by for the opening Saturday mega-event of the Anti-Festival and help us welcome our first out-of-town guests. In this dramatic unveiling of PNA-New Jersey’s new HQ, Krista Faist (MD), Reid Bingham (NJ), and Paul Bruner (NJ-NC) will be performing while we celebrate the release of BARM and KUH[n].

June 7th @ 7:00 pm
131 Bayard St.
New Brunswick, NJ 08901

At this Event:

- In our new gallery there will be a sound installation by Krista Faist (Baltimore).

- We’ll be reading poetry and prose from BARM, the long awaited New Jersey Post-NeoAbsurdist Publication. And there will be a special live debate between Warren Fry and Miss Rickets. As an added bonus, just by showing up you’ll receive a lifetime subscription to BARM!

- Paul Bruner will be back in New Brunswick from his new home in North Carolina to perform two new works ‘Viagra w/ Coke & Pepsi: Mine’s Bigger Than Yours’ and ‘Square Hatmann goes Gip Nilat’.

- If we’re lucky, poet and publisher Mark Sonnenfeld (NJ) will show up to read some of his work.

- We and YOU (if you’d like) will read, perform, or show works that have been influential on our practices and lives, AND a simultaneous poem by Evan Damerow, who can’t make this weekend.

- Circuit bending collaboration between Krista Faist and Reid Bingham (NJ).

- Laptops will be circulating on which you can browse through the video pieces in KUH[n], and obtain or arrange your own copy.

- And after all of that, Post-Neo & Surrealist games, an easy-to-use mail art station, puppets, a video camera, and lots of conversation will extend it all until everyone goes home or collapses.

Let’s all begin this thing in style! Come and celebrate with us :

June 7th @ 7:00 pm
131 Bayard St.
New Brunswick, NJ 08901

And feel free to stop on by earlier in the day to see what’s afoot! See you then!

with love and all that,

New Jersey Post-Neo, esq[s].

(H)Hello everyone!

The Anti-Festival HQ is officially occupied and the festivities commence THIS SATURDAY! The schedule for the month is finally beginning to fall into place, here’s what we have so far; we’ll keep you updated as it continues to develop. There will be far more to come; here’s what we know about each weekend at the moment:

Weekend #1:

Visitors: Krista Faist (Baltimore), Paul Bruner (New Brunswick/ North Carolina).

Saturday, June 7: First Blood! Opening of Post-Neo exhibition, sound installation by Krista Faist, performances by Krista, Reid Bingham, Paul Bruner, Mark Sonnenfeld, readings from and official release of BARM, screenings of Post-Neo video journal [KUH].n., readings of historical texts and a simultaneous poem by Evan Damerow.




Weekend #2:

Visitor: Alan Reed (Quebec).

Friday, June 13: Friday the 13th Event—This is sure to involve the 19th Century gravestones we’ve found (!!!) in our side lawn.

Saturday, June 14: Dramatic reading of Reed’s ‘Orpheus’, and more to be announced.




Weekend #3:

Visitors: David Beris Edwards (United Kingdom), Eleanor Francis Waterfowl (UK), Amy Oliver (UK), Nick Hallam (UK), Angee Lennard (Chicago), Edward Lense (Columbus, OH), Bradley Chriss (Washington, DC), Megan Blafas (Washington, D.C.).

Saturday, June 21: Massive Performances!




Weekend #4:

Visitors: David Beris Edwards (United Kingdom), Eleanor Francis Waterfowl (UK), Amy Oliver (UK), Nick Hallam (UK).

Saturday, June 28: morning—Post-Neo radio hour on WFMU!
evening—Mind-eviscerating Post-Neo cabaret with the British group; DON’T MISS THIS!

Sunday, June 29: Anti-Sports and Aesthletics

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There will be slots every Saturday set aside for reading/showing/playing/performing work by other people that has profoundly influenced you and which you’d like to share, just let us know if you’d like to do something; ditto for performing (etc.) your own things.

And after all of the ‘official’ events, and every other evening with whomever wants to stop by, we’ll be playing Post-Neo and Surrealist games, conversing and debating, making mail art and whatever else, performing poems, improvising; video and sound equipment will be on hand, Post-Neo toys to play with and Post-Neo films and sounds to listen to when and as the mood strikes us collectively.

Other proposed ideas: LET US KNOW IF YOU’RE INTERESTED—
-a collective book-making night
-an Anti-Banquet
-a night of acoustic[etc,] music
-an evening of Splat Poems
-a night of collective Noise improvisation

AND: for all of you local folks, there will be making, conversing, and general merriment transpiring here on most evenings this month, just give any one of us a call or stop on by.. Get in touch for more information or if you’d like to be involved or to see if there’s anything going on here at the moment!

MORE SOON!

VIM VOM VIM VOM VIM VOM VIM VOM VIM VIM VIM VOM VIM VOM VIM (again) VOM (again) VIM (again) VOM,

PNA ANTI-Congress

Alice Kemp and [not] Post-Neo & the Meme Riders @ Transmodern Fest

First off, sorry we're so far behind on our updates, it's been frantic trying to make preparations to move (all the bureaucracy plus the actual packing), get the festival itself ready, and convince people to tell us when they'll be here. BUT we are, slowly and surely, working on it.

SO: from some time ago, here's my report on Alice Kemp's performance as Madame Du Planchette de La Clocheat the Transmodern Festival in Baltimore back on 4 April. Though not precisely a FIDDLESTICKS event, it took the place of one that weekend and involved a great friend of British Post-Neo; an Anti-FIDDLESTICKS event, as it were...

Warren has written a great review of the performance for the Brooklyn Rail, read it at
http://www.brooklynrail.org/2008/05/artseen/kemp
I'll talk about it from the broader perspective of our Post-Neo & friends trip down to see it and to perform (though we did no end up doing so), and from the perspective of having experienced an earlier version of Alice's piece a couple years ago in the UK.

Warren & I originally went down with a dual purpose; the rare opportunity to see Alice perform in the States, and to launch the Right-Geist project with the Meme Riders as part of the festival. We ended up skipping out on both of our planned performances in silent protest but the trip was still worth while to interact with Alice's beautiful piece, and also to meet up with Krista Faist (who will be setting up a sound installation at the Anti-Fest here in two weeks) and see We Are the Seahorses play.

Warren, Megan Blafas (who drove out from Washington) and I had been asked to perform the same night that Alice was set up, but found the overall conception and the attitude of those organising the event to be everything we are striving for the Anti-Festival NOT to be: nobody will be asked to get off the Red Carpet here in New Brunswick (as Krista said, they'd apparently convinced themselves that it was ironic, but...), nobody will turned away because they don't have money, there are no pointless bureaucratic rules about guest-lists and coloured tickets and press passes, if you show up and we don't know you we'd love to meet you and see what you have to contribute, anyone who wants to record or photograph anything is welcome to. We will not shout at anybody who has made a trip all the way across the ocean to share something with us because we want them set up in another room. Etc. Etc.

Anyway. Our decision not to perform in this context, plus the irritating hipsters that constituted most of the goings-on, gave us that much more time to appreciate Alice's piece. After forcing our way through crowds of trendy 20-somethings and elaborately costumed Artistes stretching out lame jokes that made me ashamed to traffic in absurdity, we finally found the placard advertising Madame Du Planchette at the very back of the top floor, followed a long wooden hallway away from the hubbub, and at the end found her ensconced in a small room at the end, seperated from us by a curtain, dressed all in black including an opaque veil, with a set of bells and tuning forks laid out in front of her on a table.

I'd attended an earlier version of this piece at Dartington a couple years ago, and its effects were very different. There, the piece was presented on its own, without all of the background noise of the Transmodern, in a larger space with chairs ranged around it. One came specifically in order to see this particular piece, and the low hum of Kemp's microtonal music was the focus of the environment, its subtlety demanded that you focus intensely on the nuances of the sound, and that intense attention keyed everything else in the room, including Alice herself, to it.

This time, the noise of the rest of the festival largely drowned out the sound, and made it difficult to localise as part of this piece, so that the figure of Madame Du Planchette became the centrepoint. And, because she was part of a larger context with many other (mostly quite noisy) performers interacting in largely prescribed ways with the audience that was packed in, the expectations of most of the people who approached her were quite different and brought out a very different aspect of the situation.

We were no exception; I hadn't seen Alice since I left England and hadn't been able to meet up before her performance began, and had no idea how much she could see in the low light through the heavy veil, so I announced our presence with a whispered vim vom vim, which was met by the ring of a bell. Warren, Megan and I settled in to live in the space for a bit as several groups of people came down the hall giggling, peered in at her for a moment, then left, nearly every one whispering scaaaaaary... for some reason. We dug in our pockets for noisemakers and keys, using them as sparsely and subtly as we could to carry on a lovely kind of wordless dialogue with her that ended up lasting a couple of hours.

In the meantime more people made their way down the hall and stayed for varying amounts of time, with a wide range of different responses and modes of interaction (or otherwise). Some people clambered through the curtains and around the table, knocking around the space a bit and leaving; some people sat and looked at her absent face and listened closely for some time to the buried tones of the soundwork. Some people asked her questions, eliciting at most another ring of the bell. And as the evening progressed, a number of people felt compelled to offer her gifts of various kinds--one woman singing a plaintive cabaret tune, Krista offering her a drawing made by a kindergartener, and other things.

The fascinating thing about this development is that there was no direction given whatever; no verbal or posted indication as to how to approach the situation, as to how to interact, or even to indicate that one ought to interact. Each person who came to face Madame Du Planchette (the planchette is a tool for communicating with the dead) was faced with an absent face, with nothing, a situation whose protocol and significance could only be supplied by the person who herself had stumbled into it unprepared. Any response--from a need to give a gift or establish a human connection to a dismissal or an oooo scary as if the situation were merely a spectacle in which they themselves were not intimately implicated and interogated--was both a kind of image, an act of transference, and at the same time a mechanism (successful or not, socially responsible or not) to the condition of not knowing, of being suspended in a space wherein even confusion is ultimately an externalisation of the realisation of the limit of knowledge itself, which is Death.

* * *

As for the Right Geist portion of the festival, we read the following article, especially the direct quotes from the organizers toward the end dealing with their role in the gentrification of the community they were exploiting:
http://www.citypaper.com/arts/story.asp?id=15528
and were already considering skipping out. This portion of the festival was held on the sidewalks of nieghborhood that was being forced out; to make a long story short, when Nathan and Joelle arrived, we all took note of the many flyers pasted around the area calling for protests against forced evictions, talked to some local residents (including a wonderful man at McDonalds named 'Professor Wilcox' who talked to us about manipulating endorphins), looked at how the performances already underway related to the context and how the local people responded to them (there was no question as to who was local and who was a visiting hipster), and decided we wanted no part of it.

It wasn't psychogeography, it was rubbing salt in a gaping social wound.

So instead we spent some more time with Krista, picked up some free books, and headed home. Despite our disappointment with the festival itself (this was partly our own fault, we ought to have investigated the ethical underpinnings and organisation of this before we agreed to take part), it was well worth the trip to see Alice again, both performing and, briefly, as herself. It's been a long time, and the 2 hours spent in Madame Du Planchette's chamber was magical.


P.S.: while slapping my keyboard randomly as if I had fins instead of hands, I somehow produced the following characters: ∫ƒ˙Ω

Olchar

Its a POST-NEO MOVING EVENT!

An hour ago we, the Post-NeoAbsurdisms New Jersey brigade, officially closed the deal on our new home, 131 Bayard St. The keys are currently burning chimera shaped holes in our pockets; we've tested them, they work fine, the place is fucking ours, and its bare walls are trembling with expectation!

BUT FIRST!
WE HAVE TO GET OUR SHIT OVER THERE!

THIS COMING SATURDAY!
MAY 31st! From 12-ish into the night!

Olchar and I will be uprooting ourselves from 221 Howard St. and moving all our precious belongings and anti-booty to 131 Bayard St. In the hopes of making the move as fun as possible, non-tiring, we're inviting you to help out in a Fluxus inspired Moving Event, a Move Salon if you will. This will be the first event at the new place! For the next week we'll be making trips over bringing boxes and smaller items so the remainder of whats left in our current place will be larger furniture and the mail art, collaborations, instillations, and sculptures that crowd our living room. In short, the heavy stuff and the fun stuff!

If you could lend us a hand on the 31st with a load or two that would be wonderful! We'll have a moving van for the furniture and files on hand so you can help us archive the work in our current living room/gallery. Tsubasa has agreed to document the walls before the work is archived and grandfathered into Post-Neo history!

We also had the idea of testing the noise levels that night at 131 Bayard. After the last load is installed, and once we've had some food and libations, and if we've got the energy, we'll break out a few noisemakers and have ourselves a mini-automatic noise action! This will simultaneously consecrate the new home of NJ Post-Neo and allow us to assess the volume levels we'll be able to get away with!

Come one come all,
Help us break in the new home of NJ Post-Neo!
If any of you have cars or vans that would be great too!

AND!

Two Festival Events have DATES! OH THE FIGMANITY!

1. BARM & KUH(N) RELEASE PARTY and KRISTA FAIST SOUND INSTILLATION:
SATURDAY JUNE 7th at 8:00pm - 131 Bayard St. New Brunswick NJ

2. A PNA CABARET (yet to be properly titled) with the British POST-NEOS!
SATURDAY JUNE 28th - 131 Bayard St. New Brunswick NJ

real advertisements to follow soon so stay tuned!

TWO WEEKS TIL THE SHIT STARTS HITTING THE FAN!

That's right, just over TWO WEEKS until we move into the new place and the Anti-Festival finally begins! Which brings us to: Dear almost everybody, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE let us know when the fuck you plan to be here and what, if anything, you want to do! A lot of ideas have been thrown out there but without knowing when people will be here or what they want to be a part of, there's not much concrete planning we can do.

A few intrepid souls have given us CONFIRMED DATES OF ATTENDANCE, and a few others have let us know what general dates they're shooting for so that they can be penciled in. Those very helpful people, to whom we are extremely grateful, are: Angee Lennard, Alan Reed, Eleanor Francis Waterfowl, David Beris Edwards, Amy Oliver, Nick Hallam, and Edward Lense. We have added them to the OFFICIAL FESTIVAL CALENDAR as you will see below:

As people confirm dates we will update the calendar and keep it posted. More info SOOOON!