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Bacchanalia – David Adickes

Posted in art, band, blog, houston, performance, southmorehouse with tags , , , , , , , on October 28, 2012 by tymora42

I met David Adickes at the George R Brown Arts and Craft Faire. Adickes is a big deal in Houston as is the Craft Faire, I guess. Houston is known nationally in the art world for its collectors. Galleries an Brokers from around the US come to this thing bringing their A game of tipping point artisans because they know we have the money and want to spend it. We have the money because we have the oil. Alaska may have it too, but they lack the metropolis culture.

Adickes is a sculptor. His claim to fame is building the largest sculpture in North Amica, the Sam Houston Memorial in Huntsville. I wave at Sammy anytime I leave Houston going north on 45 and ask his protection while I am traveling abroad. Adickes has also done the bust of every American president in 20ft stone. Originally it was a commission for the Arlington Cemetary, but they pulled the funding before they were put on the trucks and shipped to DC. Now they sit in a lot across from his studio on Summer street, right across from the building we have reserved for the Bacchanalia Naked Tuesday.

So, I told him all about Naked Tuesday. I told him we were expecting about a hundred folks to participate but that our expectations generally tend to be too low. I told him about the ritualistic Church of Melkrath’s dark metal. I told him about the invocations in unknown languages of Serum Fantis. I told him about Ak’Chamel considering themselves puppet masters rather than musicians. I told him about southmorehouse and I told him he should come.

“You need a mask to get in. We don’t care whatever else you wear if anything at all.”

He laughed and asked if my beautiful partner would be there. I told him yes and he asks me, “How much of this is true?”

I said, “90%”

He thought for a second. “if this is true, I want you to dance naked around my president heads.”

Consider it done.

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Bacchanalia – finding the space

Posted in art, blog, houston, performance, southmorehouse with tags , , , , , , , on October 23, 2012 by tymora42

Finding the right space for this event has been a challenge. Asking local establishments if we can get naked there during business hours is always a challenge. Originally we decided on the Silo, the place art cars go to die. It met many of our requirements. It was unusual. It housed art. It was outside. They would have let us burn things.

We had the music – Serum Fantis, Ak’Chamel, and Church of Melkarth. We had the venue. I could worry about logistics and the next event in the weeks to come. Until the ball dropped – and I mean that in the least naked way possible. Ken, a great guy and owner of the Silo, had a conflict of interest with a social partner. He decided that he could not continue with hosting this particular Naked Tuesday, but to contact him in the future with any other engagements. We hope to. We really liked working with Ken, but we understood and put the word out that we were looking.

This is when Gutterbrain Studios at Summer Street contacted us. They REALLY wanted to be the host. I was conflicted because they are an erotic photography studio. This violated two principles behind NT – 1) no photography and 2) this is not sexual in nature but more about purity of the body. After speaking with Craig Christie about our goals for this event he seemed on board. He would hide his camera and penis for the evening or at least take it into a private room.

We were sold, spoke to the right people and dove head first into the arrangements.

remembering southmorehouse

Posted in band, bar, beer, blog, family, houston, life, love, music, passage, performance, review, southmorehouse, technology with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on December 12, 2010 by tymora42

southmorehouse logo

Tooling around on the social networks that will remain nameless I saw a post onto a friend, the poet / musician Aaron Trumm’s wall (this may be a better link to him) from a guy I knew back in the southmorehouse days, Alex Wukman, another poet that frequented the community. He commented from his mobile on watching Marie Brown, a Houston slam poet, performing at Inprint! , probably for slam nationals, and remarked how great she was. “When Ruby do hair, Ruby do hair right!” I can remember her starting the rhythm. Alex said he almost forgot how good it was. So did I.

southmorehouse was an avante garde art space, sometimes called a venue, sometimes a gallery, sometimes a commune. Overall it was a loose knit community of outsider artists in many genres. As quoted from a lighter bearing the logo that I pocketed one night, it was a “home for the functionally insane.” The best summary of its existence from beginning to end was written by Buffalo Sean’s Art Blog. Sean would know. In the early days he would pass out drunk on the sidewalk and we would spray paint a chalk outline around him. In the later days he would pass out drunk and we would spray paint a chalk outline around him. Although the location changed, the outlines remained. After 7 years Sean had spray paint outlines of his body all over the city.

I snooped around Alex’s profile not sure if I should send him a friend request. We knew each other. I remembered him. Self doubt crept in and asked if I really thought he remembered me when I saw a link on his favorite movies, “Southmore House: the Rise and Fall.” Edd McCoy, president of the community in the last of its days and art coordinator for the three years prior, told me of a rumor he heard that this was being created. We both thought it was pretty bold for any movie to be made about the venue without consulting either of us. Now that I saw the title “Rise and Fall” it was downright shocking.

After I got over the elation of somebody actually wanting to make a movie about this piece of time that played a major part in my life, I began to notice discrepancies that unsettled me. The first was the separation of “southmore” and “house.” The second was that they capitalized it. Not being much for capitals I tried my hardest to make the lower case clear to the people who made the flyers, but they were making flyers so i was happy enough about that. One thing that did come across eventually was the lack of separations. Evidently not to these guys.

The next, and the biggest, was the lack of the logo anywhere on the page. That logo was a branded symbol encompassing the spirit of the (dis)organization. One part anarchist’s circled A, another part the chaotic randomness within the order of pi, a house with a swooping roof and arched doorway like the original when it was on Southmore street, simple enough to be drawn quickly with a paint can, encouraged to be done on as many occasions as would arise, yet flamboyant enough to be penciled with care and stenciled over with a sharpie there was never a set graphic style to the logo. It was made for everyone to use. It was trademarked and copyright free. But I still never saw it anywhere on their profile page.

So, I looked harder and realized from the photos and videos and comments posted that these were all the kids from the post founder days. These were the attendees that took it over after 2005 when it turned its focus to the hardcore scene. One friend that I do keep in touch with must have seen the “Tyson Moore likes Southmore House: the Rise and Fall” post on my page and went to check it out while I was still perusing for the logo. He seconded the comment Alex made about not focusing just on the music. Alex mentioned the poets. Doug Shields, an event coordinator at southmore, really jump started the slam scene in Houston at the space. Another guy brought up the theatrical production of “The High Elves Christmas Play” hinting at the other stage presentation offered in the pre mid decade years. Rob, the aforementioned friend, said he had the best birthday of his life there. He had pictures to prove it. Was that the night when Organ Failure from Super Happy Funland played Robot Parade and Muff of Amish Acid Dealer knocked over the cabinet? We could not get the smell of vinegar and mustard out of the floors no matter how much Terry, Wendell, and Guido tried. Yes, in case you were wondering, that is what that smell was. Armpits, ass, and vinegar. Maybe a little corn syrup dried up and leftover from the Halloween Blood Bath party. The good ole days.

These memories made me seek out pictures, videos, blogs, whatever would show up in the first couple of google pages. This was problematic. The version of the house that will be remembered by people who do not read will be the latter years when it ended. In 2000 when it started we were on the edge of social technology. Digital camera were astronomically expensive. You can imagine how much streaming web cams cost. You were lucky if your cell phone had color much less the ability to take images or, god forbid, video. Facebook had not even been invented yet. The documentary had 400 friends. I can only imagine how many friends the actual place would have had. For better or worse we touched many lives. If you go to the place our website used to be, southmorehouse.com, somebody bought it up and is selling painting on it.

My next favorite summary was from Loop Scoop in a nostalgic look back on Houston in honor of their 200th post. “#83: the southmorehouse for being whatever it wanted it to be.”

So, I ask you who find this to tell me in the comments about your favorite show at southmorehouse. Make it as long as you want. Put it on your blog and provide a link for us. If you were involved in any way, put a link to yourself. Tell us what you did. Tell us what you are doing. Post those rare pictures and video. Especially the pre 2005 days.

Thanks to everyone who made up southmorehouse. You were the best.