This weekend I saw not one, but two readings.
The first was actual music, dance, and poetry (in that order). I don’t know what the schedule is for the Apostrophe series, but I know it happens regularly at Gallery 1412 (1412 18th Ave., Seattle, WA 98122) in good ol’ Capital Hill. I like the idea of having three different disciplines coming together for a lot of reasons. For one it gets people who are focused in different arts in the same room (both audience and performers).
This weekend’s Apostrophe wasn’t as good as the last one I saw, but it was good still. I wasn’t sure about the dance, though it should be said that what I know about dance could barely fill an index card. The music was just boring to me. It was just a guy on a laptop playing boring loops. If I want see someone working on their computer I’ll put a mirror in front of my desk. But that isn’t what made it boring, the loops were the culprit. In amateur opinion I decided that the problem was that the sounds didn’t layer well. They were mostly background— missing some vital foreground to catch my attention. The background was great as a background, but it just couldn’t do all the work. The only way I could start to get interested was by thinking of the intention (ie. what is the artist saying about background, making background a foreground, etc). And even then I was only theoretically interested, the music still left me bored. The poetry was nic, nothing ear popping, but nice.
The second reading was at Open Books. One of my friends read along with another woman who I am not friends with. Clearly I am not impartial, but I can say with honesty & conviction that Monica Fambrough is a great poet and was the better of the two. Her reading was a high point for the weekend. Everyone should get her new chapbook Black Beauty. You can also here her digitalized-over-the-phone-voice at on weird deer (go to the very bottom of the page).