Matthew Klane, Doug Rogers
Two shots from last weekend's High Watermark Salon, which is something put on every two months or so by our friend and poet Lori Anderson Moseman. Like myself, Lori was hit hard by last year's flooding, and turned their second residence into a church for art. Well, a church for art with great food and two of the coolest dogs ever born.
The top shot is of Albany poet and Flim Forum Press co-editor Matthew Klane, who performed MK Ultra, a hypnotic ode to cult and conspiracy. The bottom is a piss-poor shot of Doug Rogers, who, along with his accordion, probably played the best music I've heard all year.
The former is a fascinating and very cool guy -- whose chapbook The- Associated Press Deb currently has me digging into. His presentation style is fantastic -- he delivers the words rhythmically like water from an ancient spigot of knowledge -- directly onto the impatient instant gratification palate of his audience.
The latter is a former NYC actor, author, song writer and guitarist who told me he has no music out in circulation, something I suggested really needed fixing. His business was just brilliant, and if he would have had home-brewed CDs there to buy I would have bought three.
Two of the most interesting and friendly people I've probably met this year.
Have I mentioned my girlfriend, who fearlessly connects my broken, stubborn old synapses to the outside world, is like an intravenous injection of right-brain bliss? She's a divining rod for interesting art and amazing people. She's taking this Yankee to Austin next week....