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PAST EVENTS 2013
SATURDAY, DECEMBER 28, 2013 6PM - MIDNIGHT |
Hurray! It's almost that blurry pre-new year's week, and maybe you're beginning to experience flashes of the months gone by. It's normal. But are you retaining unwanted cargo? Are you clenching when you could be purging? A little psychic constipation got you in a mind bind? Would you like to feel calmer and wiser and open to a world that conspires towards you? Come embrace all of this around our blazing fire pits. Something or nothing might happen. It's really up to you. Hypnotic flames are great for storytelling and listening. Bring one along and let it out if you feel the urge. No pressure. No judgment. No anxiety. Puhleez. Just some words among friends. The theme is: A mysterious thing I can't let go of... Interpret as you like. There will be some good food, wine, and music. Limited seating, please rsvp you and your guests asap. Con mucho amor, Paul & Sarah |
(December's Stupid Pills took place in a yard in Venice...) |
Tress Maksimuk, who came to play the bagpipe for us and tell stories of Scotland. |
Invite image for the event. |
Invite reminder image. |
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Thursday, December 12, 2013 Doors at 7 pm, screening at 8, discussion at 9 |
SENSES ON LEAVES: The Fall of Perception |
Stupid Pills takes a field trip to Human Resources in downtown LA for an evening of cinematic misunderstanding. Discover uncharted territories of experience, fertile areas of creativity, and, with luck, the sublime. The shorts: Pasadena Freeway Stills, dir. Gary Beydler The talk: Maja Manojlovic The central heating for the soul: MC Hymnal, disc jockey |
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(L-R) David OReilly, Maja Manojlovic, Mark Toscano, and Diaz. |
Audio from the event (allow for load time): >> (turn your volume up!) |
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Friday, November 22, 2013. |
Aurgasm #2: UNTHEM |
Unthem is an evolving non-band situation creating killer soundscapes and images that slink into your nervous system to cause pleasingly raw detonations over and over. No two tracks are alike, but we'd reckon, if pressed, that the experience links to Rauschenberg's combines or Dusan Makavejev's black wave cinema in a parallel universe. Complex notes of Velvet Underground, Muslimgauze, and just a whiff of early Pink Floyd, mingle with swirling aromas of handpicked murk, acoustic flowers, harmonic feedback, and rusty box cutters. Modern doom never seemed so hopeful. A must with cake and beer. |
UNTHEM'S STATEMENT: Most of us are artists also working in media other than sound, and this informs how we treat sonic material. We meet regularly in a studio setting, in different groupings of members, and make improvisational recordings. Then we sift through the material we've made, narrow it down, add, subtract, collage... Eventually pieces are either rejected into a "materials" file to be collaged or collided later... or, when everybody agrees, they become final tracks to be released for free on albums, via our website at unthem.org. Certain albums will also be pressed to vinyl; and we are increasingly working in video, by a similar process. We also work with other video artists doing soundtracks and live performance. The people playing in this show are involved in the following Unthem groups: Outside Forgetting, 117, and Soft Hold. Visit unthem.org, where you will find our first releases available for download. Also check back in the near future, as we have a number of albums nearing completion. |
LISTEN (allow for load time) >> >> Soft Hold - SH3 - I >> 117 - Medley |
The Unthem Hut. |
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The Unthem cake. |
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50 years. |
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Sunday, October 27, 2013 Hyperion Tavern ARTOPIA and the BLACK MOUNTAINS |
Night Shining (2007), by Dean Monogenis |
with: moderated by: utopian algorithms: |
Is the golden age of the art colony still to come? Or are dreams of utopian settlements (à la Black Mountain College, Cadaqués, Drop City, or East Hampton in their heydays) just regressive bobo longings for bygone analog times? What happened to art colonies? What human foibles doom such communities to dust? What is the pragmatic/individualistic institution of the "residency" missing out on? Have artists abandoned the search for functioning utopias? If not, where is the frontier? What qualities would convince you to leave your current life to live and work in a remote place with a group of artists, builders, and thinkers? Concentrated creative outposts within cities are definitely in the ascendency. Los Angeles alone has countless examples of "colonies" generating unstoppable geysers of good and bad art. But could creative villages set apart from society generate "serious art" or is this a bucolic bohemian fantasy fraught with unseen dystopian perils? A panel discussion on the loss and possible rebirth of art colonies. What might a good one look like, where and how might it exist, and how might it serve/subvert the existing art/commerce machine? |
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The program: Cover: anonymous illustration for the gatefold image of The Art Colony, by Leland Cooley (New York: Avon Books, 1975). |
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Friday, August 23, 2013 Hyperion Tavern Stupid Pills is pleased to present: Endless Summers |
Ah August... Tranquillo. Briny. Jaunty. Sultry. Restorative. And while balmy summer breezes are still blowing through the jasmine of our minds, a ping from the deeper delirium tremens of our minds tells us that we'll soon be swapping Bermuda shorts and bare chests for scratchy sweaters and moon boots. Yes. Another dark and polar Los Angeles winter is nigh dear citizens! Are you prepared? Chopping wood? Salting meats? Stockpiling Cronuts? Of course not... that's why we live here. Smiles everyone. Smiles... Let the poolside languor linger. Let the markets crash. Let the sunset cheeses sweat and re-congeal under starry nights of skinny dipping and whispered fantasies. Make beautiful memories, and bring them to us... Send us up to 20 unique photos that capture the essence of your Summer. We'll project them all night long to the daydreamy mushroompillow sounds and psychoacoustics of MC Hymnal. Include your names and a blurb with details or impressions of whatever it is we're looking at (optional). Images should be screen resolution or bigger, around 1400 pixels on the long side. Photos brought on a flash drive the night of the show may also be incorporated. |
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We began the evening with some endless Sommers... |
Her poetry. |
The night's cake. |
MC Hymnal. |
Watching the slide show of summer photos. |
300+ photos from all over the planet. |
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Friday, June 28, 2013 Hyperion Tavern7:30 pm Free. Cash bar. Stupid Pills is pleased to present: The Lady Who Loved Lightning |
Few things are as humbling and exhilarating as the slow approach of a summer thunderstorm. The thickening atmospheric pressure, the charge of electricity in the air, the sky yielding to massive anvil–headed cloud gods. The stage is set for nature's oldest and flashiest son et lumière show: dark rolling thunder and bright lightning bolts. Because you are not a rain–splattered cow on an open Oklahoma plain. We invite you to an indoor thunderstorm to remember. With intercosmic psychedelic sounds by MC Hymnal (Terry Robinson). |
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Vivian Darkbloom, Clare Quilty, Paul, and MC Hymnal. |
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Bolt cookies, home-made. |
Dr. John Jensenius on the finer points of lightning. |
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photo by NASA/Sam Walton |
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Friday, May 24, 2013
Hyperion Tavern
doors at 6:00 pm
program at 8:00 pm
Free. Cash bar.
Stupid Pills is pleased to present a night of birds.
Here and Not
an illustrated and animated performance by Elkpen
with John Linton and Simon Reilly
by Elkpen |
THE PROGRAM: 6 pm 8 pm For Stupid Pills: 8:30 pm Following... More beer cocktails, music, and a screening of |
the program |
HERE AND NOT All of these species of birds (and many more) have gone extinct. Let's consider one of them. Over the course of a century the population of passenger pigeons in the United States went from billions to just one, named Martha, who lived in the Cincinnati Zoo. She died in 1914. Human impact on the world's life forms and ecosystems is probably here to stay (at least until we're gone). Some scientists proclaim this the beginning of the Anthropocene Era—a time in which evolution responds more to technology and hubris than natural selection. Who's footing the bill for our experiment? Join us for a freestyle elkalogue on extinction, plenty, gone-ness, eating and being eaten, time, serendipity, cataclysm, unintended consequences, progress, and the shifting silicones of evolution. "Here and Not" will recount the plight of the passenger pigeon with illustration, animation, and music. With an opening number by Stupid Pills. About Elkpen Elkpen uses public space to frame images that talk about the state of nature in urban places. By placing a sign in a public space Elkpen hopes to bring immediacy and context to important topics while pointing to what we expect to see in our environment, what we overlook, and what we take for granted. |
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Robin's Nest video by Boyd Anderson. |
Boria Sax reading Sunday Morning by Wallace Stevens. |
The "Here and Not" art cake. |
Short animation by Simon Reilly. |
Elkpen (Christian Kasperkovitz) |
Elkpen and John Reilly (left of stage) |
Audio from the event: Elkpen and John Linton, "Here and Not" |
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Friday, April 26, 2013 Photography without Tears |
Marco Breuer Untitled (Chair), 1999 silver gelatin paper, exposed 7 by 5 inches Courtesy the artist and Diane Rosenstein Fine Art |
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Farrah Karapetian Stool Study, 2006 unique chromogenic photograms three at 30 x 40 inches Courtesy the artist |
Where will you drink, think, mingle and unwind after a long day at PARIS PHOTO LA? We have an idea... Farrah Karapetian is a Los Angeles-based artist who works with cameraless photography in a sculptural field. She believes in transparency of process, and in the capacity of photography to communicate the marks of its making. Her work raises questions of the nature of—and difference between—abstraction and representation, pictorial and sculptural space, and the experience of control and surrender. Marco Breuer is a German artist who makes photographic works by scratching, scraping, burning, and folding—among other techniques. He strips the act of photography down to essentials—light-sensitive paper and mark—rejecting conventional photographic practices in favor of the endless pitch between chance and control. Come see what they have to say to each other. Farrah Karapetian took her BA in fine art from Yale University (2000) and her MFA from the University of California, Los Angeles (2008). She has been a MacDowell Fellow (2010) and an artist-in-residence at the Wende Museum and Archive of the Cold War (2009) and earned a Creative Capital | Warhol Foundation Arts Writers Grant for her blog Housing Projects (2012). Upcoming exhibitions include Flint Public Art Project, funded in part by grants from Artplace and the Center for Cultural Innovation, the OCMA California-Pacific Triennial, and LA Louver's Rogue Wave. Breuer is the recipient of a John Simon Guggenheim Memorial Foundation Fellowship (2006) and a Japan-US Friendship Commission/NEA Creative Artists Exchange Fellowship (2005), among other awards. He has exhibited extensively in the United States and Europe. Breuer received his academic training at the Fachhochschule Darmstadt (1988-92) and the Lette-Verein Berlin (1986-88) in Germany. He now lives in Upstate New York. The exhibition Marco Breuer: Now and a Half, will be on view at Diane Rosenstein Fine Art beginning April 25 until June 8. Hyperion Tavern |
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Farrah Karapetian and Marco Breuer in conversation. |
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Marco Breuer and Farrah Karapetian on stage. |
The "Photography without Tears" art cake. |
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Marco Breuer and Farrah Karapetian in conversation. |
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Sunday, March 17, 2013, doors at 6:00 pm Program begins at 7:30 pm sharp. Spomenik photography by Jan Kempanaers. Hyperion Tavern Above, top: Spomenik #1 (Podgarić), 2006, by Jan Kempenaers Everything falls apart. We make things and nature takes them back. Even Los Angeles, the anti-entropy metropolis (tear it down! fill it with plastic! Photoshop it!), will someday fall to dust. But no moping. Instead, let's celebrate the abstract beauty of crumbling artifacts, noble rot, existential sag, and the rich, melancholic romance of time's corrosive touch. This Sunday, Belgian artist, Jan Kempenaers, will discuss his treks through Balkan backcountry to photograph the forgotten Spomenik—surreal, futuristic monuments erected in the '60s and '70s with the intention of uniting the people of what was then Yugoslavia. Instead, years of brutal ethnic violence followed, breaking the country apart and relegating these monoliths to a collective blind spot of bitter memories and natural decay. Today, they are forgotten but not gone. Beginning at 7:30, projections of these stunning contemporary ruins will be accompanied in song by members of Nevenka, a local Eastern European women's choir. Also screening: Bill Morrison's Decasia, a radical, hallucinatory collage of disintegrated silent film footage. Upon viewing Errol Morris stammered, "This may be the greatest movie ever made." Spomenik: Photographs of the Monuments of Former Yugoslavia is on view at the Fowler Museum through August 11, 2013. Jan Kempenaers will give a lunchtime tour of the exhibition on Friday, March 15, 2013, 12 pm (free). |
Excerpt from Decasia: |
The event on Facebook. |
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Members of Nevenka, Jessica Ng, Ronda Berkley, Terri Prizant, Leslie Yeseta, Anna Cross, Rebecca Stout, Susan North, and Liseli Walan (not in order), singing to a slide show of Spomenik by Jan Kempenaers. |
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Jan Kempenaers (right) talking about his photography. |
The "Art of the Decayed: Spomenik/Nevenka/Decasia" art cake. |
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Members of Nevenka singing. |
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A short clip of members of Nevenka singing. |
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Friday, February 22, 2013. 7 pm to 1:30 am. Free. The Roy Scheider Film Festival and Honors In advance of the Oscars, a full dose of one of cinema's most inconspicuous and confounding artists: Mr. Roy Scheider. Hyperion Tavern He got his nose in a boxing match, his discipline from the US Air Force, his angst from an overbearing father, and his ambition from a mentor who told him regularly he wasn't tall, handsome, or leading man material. The name Scheider comes from the German verb scheiden, meaning to separate precious metals (such as gold) from lesser ores. Twice nominated, Roy never took home an Oscar. Delve in with us—savor this tough/sensitive-guy genius from that glorious decade of film that was the 1970s. We're screening three of his best: The Outside Man, Sorcerer, and All That Jazz. They are films to hang out and drink beer to; they are films to bring your loved one to, or your friends, or just bring yourself. We're honored to present to you the total immersive Scheider environment. |
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11 pm 11:15 pm |
Video from the event:
James King channels Roy Scheider in sax before accepting the first Stupid Pills Lobster Award on behalf of Mr. Scheider. |
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Friday, January 25, 2013 Doors at 7. Film at 8:45. Performance at 9. Music and beer til late. Free. |
An invitation to right brains everywhere to experience a slow-motion sonic eruption designed to echo in your insides and points beyond for weeks to come. |
Hyperion Tavern Ever ridden a crooning humpback whale in deep space? Ever piloted a nuclear subterrene through Earth's rocky mantle to unspeakably beautiful dreamworlds nested in the planetary core? Do you like beer? Then this could be your night. For our second Stupid Pills outing we invite you and your right brain to experience a slow-motion sonic eruption designed to echo in your insides and points beyond for weeks to come. Archie Carey is a bassoonist, composer, and transcendent sound artist living in Los Angeles. He has traveled the world playing everything from Mozart to a metal plate. As a bassoonist he works to master music of the past in order to create timeless music for the future. His electronic bassoon compositions melt pitch, muddle timbre, and magnify environments calling forth subtle sonic details, saw-toothed textures, and hypnotic states as immersive points of focus. He will be accompanied by David Duncan, experimental bagpiper. We're honored that Archie has written an original piece for our inaugural Aurgasm that will reach your core and poke your third eye. Sound surprises, experimental bagpipes, and special guests likely. This could get loud (or silent). Visuals too. Meanwhile on the crust, our skies are increasingly filled with unmanned robotic aircraft watching some of us, working for some of us, killing some of us, freaking most of us out. May the better drone win... |
(Anoushka Shankar not included.) |
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Archie Carey and bassoon. |
Mike and drum. | |
David Duncan and bagpipes. |
David Duncan and bagpipes, Mike and Richard and drums. |
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The "Stupid Pills: Aurgasm #1 - The Attack of the Drones" art cake. |
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Archie Carey performing at Stupid Pills: Aurgasm #1 - The Attack of the Drones, video 1. |
Archie Carey performing at Stupid Pills: Aurgasm #1 - The Attack of the Drones, video 2. |
David Duncan on bagpipes and Archie Carey and drone whale setting up for Stupid Pills: Aurgasm #1 - The Attack of the Drones, video 2. |
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MORE YEARS: 2012 |
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