Name: James Goode, lucie R., Rot Diet, Newcomer Can't Swim
Start: 2024-11-14T20:00:00-08:00
Location: The Peacock Lounge

James Goode, lucie R., Rot Diet, Newcomer Can't Swim
Thurs Nov.14 8pm-11pm Peacock Lounge, 552 Haight, SF
All-ages, $5-$15 no one turned away for lack of funds.
Please rapid-test day of show, keep each other healthy!
James Goode
Striking a resemblance to "Fifth Head" in Coalinga's own Faxed Head where one white-knuckle grips the glue while the others crank extreme tape manipulation and electronics, crazed clone James Goode under proper care proves capable of outstanding sound design for countless theater productions. And you'll find him popping up in credits of the most astonishing recordings alongside Cole Palme, Neil Hamburger, John Dieterich, Greg Saunier, Ches Smith, Trey Spruance, William Winant and many more. Don't miss your chance to see this strange head pop up solo at the Peacock heavily armed with laptop, various objects and devices even to include vocals.
https://jamesgoode.bandcamp.com/music
lucie R.
Eyes are just the part of the brain that protrudes from the skull, bizarre outties relative to the ears, the binaural innies alongside olfaction and all the rest. Perception feeds a quivering cascade of neurons that pastiche a survivable version of the present. But it promptly unglues and re-versions into eddies of real and not real, self and not-self, anticipation and memory. lucie R. acts as our collective unraveller, instigator of anarchical action escaping all forecast, forming and deforming the possible. For this storm, inside the Peacock Lounge, all bets are off.

Newcomer Can't Swim
Newcomer Can’t Swim. For midnight. Contents. Untitled, park in city. “Oakland/San Francisco foursome” “under witness protection” “suddenly decided to play scratch music so hard, that the balloon burst.” Severely deconstructed “The Water is Wide” with abject blowout.

Rot Diet
How can a shape sit inside something infinite? Doesn't something infinite need a body in order to hold? But the body moves away from living, from the flesh and bone of life, and becomes regions. Renouncing essences or absolutes Mitch Stahlmann and Chris Farstad may brandish cracklebox and electronic wind instrument, but really nothing is needed other than infinity and nowhere. Somewhere between sits the Peacock Lounge and inside sits you and inside sits silence and inside sits sound. That is, if you can be there at all.
https://555sounds.bandcamp.com/