A brief ode to Baltimore:

I've visited this city twice in a short month. Both trips have included pristine happenings that put you to shame, Brooklyn.

Word of Soft Fest came from friends involved in the production (/living in the space...) early in the makes so I had the chance to produce an afghan-themed triptych for the event. I was told the space would be littered with afghans--there was a deliciously painful anticipation--which nonetheless left me completely unprepared for the utter perfection of the environment and the performances that seamlessly unfolded within it.

Afghanistan - the space at dusk.

My triptych. Florescent tempera on stretched bedsheets from the thrift store.

Afghans...

And more.

The chessboard was in the projection room, where slomo Daisies screened.

Authority figure.

I loved this light installation.

Every performance I saw was fantastic but Run DMT was a favorite.

He had this amazing handmade instrument that looked like it washed ashore from a cruise accident aboard the yellow submarine.

And poor mouth, who I caught a few weeks later playing in a basement at The Zoo:

The whistling song was electric at Soft Fest, where at least a hundred pairs of lips were chirping.

They are angels disguised as hobos--two unlike vocal styles in compliment to a degree of divinity.

The Zoo is a strange basement land with encyclopedia P on the walls: Parakeet to Parrot to Picasso. They made us spiced hot toddies and a nice fire outside to lite our cigarettes by...

Soft Fest [Myspace]
Run DMT [Myspace]
poor mouth [Myspace]

More photos of both events:
Soft Fest [Flickr]
The Zoo [Flickr]