Bruce Ackley & Karen Stackpole, Amy Reed, Luciano Chessa\’s Hyères, Sult

Date(s) - 09/15
8:00pm - 11:00pm

Peacock Lounge

552 Haight Street
San Francisco, CA

Bruce Ackley & Karen Stackpole, Amy Reed, Luciano Chessa’s Hyères, Sult
Thur Sept 15, 8pm-11pm $5-$15 sliding scale (notaflof!) all ages
Peacock Lounge, 552 Haight, SF
Proof of vax or negPCR<72h is required!

Bruce Ackley & Karen Stackpole
Karen Stackpole is a deep gong practicioner whose reach extends to scrap metal & all resonant surfaces including your tympanum and adjacent tissues. Group projects include Euphonics, Vorticella, and Cactus Motel while her collaborators include Tom Nunn, Eric Glick Rieman and on this ocassion Bruce Ackely, founding member of Rova Saxophone Quartet. Ackley is a self-taught virtuoso of tenor, soprano, and clarinet whose collaborators have included John Zorn, Eugene Chadbourne, Ikue Mori, Fred Frith, Miya Masaoka and the members of several epic orchestras assembled by Rova to perform Electric Ascension.

Amy Reed
Video projections and prepared guitar improvised live right before your very mind by Amy Melissa Reed, Native (Yo’eme), Queer, California Painter, Improviser and co-pilot of the incredible MA Series Arts org creating space for women composers and improvisors since 2013. Be sure to check out their graphic scores, writings, and records of past performances always anchored in ecology, peace and community building.

Luciano Chessa, composer, performance artist and author of a book-length music history “Luigi Russolo Futurist: Noise, Visual Arts & the Occult” enters the Peacock Lounge with a new project, Hyères. He may be known for huge performances, pipe organ pieces, operatic scale works, collaborations with Blixa Bargeld, Ellen Fullman, Pauline Oliveros and the like, but this is a rare chance to hear him in a small setting. He may come forth with sleigh bells, hearing aids and a megaphone or maybe with a virtual Aardvark Synth washing across acoustic guitar as his psychfolk baritone vocals resonate in, of course, Italian. However he turns up, you’ll marvel at where this goes.

Jacob Felix Heule has friends in cold places, when they cross the Atlantic we warm them on audience-heat inside the Peacock Lounge. Contrabass, guitar and bass drum are magnified by microphone and focused back onto the audience, a feedback loop of spreading intensity as subtle harmonics combust, scorching the floor, softening metal, licking the rafters ’til the room is no skin, all smiles.