
Loren Mazzacane Connors & Alan Licht
Alan Licht Loren Mazzacane Connors
An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.
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An utterly deep introspection told in aching, weeping guitar lines; melodic, simple, always minimal but somehow entirely epic.
A series of three short performed situations and statements to be examined or judged from the most interesting young musician in Glasgow (we think).
A chat with Eugene Thacker. Can we rethink the world as unthinkable, and without us?
Akio Suzuki and John Butcher performing in an abandoned oil tanker on Hoy.
Ten short intimate one-on-one conversations with Robert Softley Gale – We all want to see ourselves reflected in the world around us—in society, in art, in culture… in porn?
A space to reflect on our own experiences with the police and explore more community and care-based ways of dealing with violence and difficulties in our lives.
The ongoing development of [b]reach, an abolitionist black queer retelling of Marge Piercy’s incredible feminist utopian novel Woman on the Edge of Time.
A discussion about what is at stake in the performance of realness and the practice of passing, and how they are both acts of survival and resistance.
Although Tony had visited Haino in Japan, and they played together in private, this was the first time anyone other that Haino’s cat saw them perform together.
Performances of compositions by Jean-Luc Guionnet and others, with Julia Letitia Scott, Iain Campbell F-W, Neil Davidson, Fritz Welch, Liene Rozite, Emilia Beatriz.
An occasion for commotion, and a chorus of motions. Choreography rotating your revolutions and then some.
A specially commissioned performance for organ. “The course of the stars were to be put to sound.”