Wadada Leo Smith
Wadada Leo Smith
A performance bearing witness to a struggle built upon patience and collective action from the great multi-instrumentalist and member of the AACM.
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A performance bearing witness to a struggle built upon patience and collective action from the great multi-instrumentalist and member of the AACM.
Rhodri Davies plays two deconstructed harps. Lee Patterson examines the sonic properties of burning nuts.
A panel exploring the poetics of abolition. “Poetry is not only dream and vision; it is the skeleton architecture of our lives. It lays the foundations for a future of change.”
How do communities practice being one another’s means, addressing their material problems facing them replicating the state’s violent logic of who is disposable.
Now a two day festival, INSTAL 04 was borne of a desire to open eyes, challenge audiences and expand musical horizons. This was also the year in which a certain representative from Corwood Industries made his first ever live appearance.
A performed self-cancelling discussion, with artists from the festival, invited speakers and local artists talking at once, over each other, or straining to be heard over the din.
The first of two workshops that highlight correspondence as a way of working. Somewhere between song, speech, and logistical arrangement, these workshops invite participants to consider care as infrastructure.
The role of feelings in public life, (political) depression and creative survival.
Each organ is unique. The project is to find out what makes it unique.
A performance by Storyboard P – one of the greatest Afrofuturist dancers on the planet.
A celebration of the release of four books written by members of, and focused on about the House and Ballroom scene.
Guitar solo where inscrutable, minute electric sounds are excavated by palms that smother and strangle, that wring sound from the fretboard, from behind the bridge.