NYC

I'm in New York City at the moment. Last night I had an amazing time at Pitch!, the brainchild of Greg Walloch and Mark Allen. My piece was a countdown of the top ten porn audio tracks of all time. It got pretty hectic in there - all my songs were from the 80's and 90's, and the synth-cheese factor was rather high - but in the end I think all of us were weirdly pleased, and felt sated, high on the corniness of Casio, sick from the moans of the fuckbeast.

It's been interesting, performing this fall - since my book came out on October 18th, I've done about five or six performances, all of them different, ranging from straight readings, to storytelling, to video-based lecturing, to bizarre music-based narration like last night. All the nights have achieved some modicum of success, though at varying levels: some nights I've gone out and killed, and other nights much less so. I've been a bit lazy about writing about the events, mostly because I don't want to lapse into some rote version of a "Dear Diary" with this blog - blogs are "out," according to me - but I can't help but regret not being more thorough, because live performances, while energizing, are by nature evanescent, and months down the line, they can easily be forgotten.

In that spirit, here's some game tape from a piece I did at Bawdy Storytelling, in San Francisco, a couple of weeks ago.