Our nightmares are coming true.
New Yorkers: in a response to the insane Republican white supremacy movement, with its hateful hashtag #gasthesynagogue, Abraham, Inc. are throwing a party, and everyone is invited to join them at Symphony Space THIS SUN, SEPT 24th at 7pm. This concert benefits the NYCLU/American Civil Liberties Union, and features some absolutely brilliant, legendary musicians, including Marc Ribot (of those Tom Waits tracks) and Fred Wesley (of those James Brown and George Clinton tracks).
The New York press has largely ignored this concert, doing little to share the news. I hope that followers of Liquid Ink, especially that loyal constituency in NYC, can help spread the word.
Sunday, September 24th, Sympthony Space, New York City, 7:00 PM
Here’s from David Krakauer’s Facebook Event page:
In this benefit concert for the NYCLU/American Civil Liberties Union, some of today’s most beloved genre-bending artists join forces in a wild concert. Don’t miss the chance to see them all in one place! This concert is CO-SPONSORE by JFREJ.
– 10-piece supergroup ABRAHAM INCORPORATED
– Guitar legend MARC RIBOT with “Songs of Resistance”
– Members of the renowned Grammy-winning SILK ROAD ENSEMBLE
– KATHLEEN TAGG & ANDRE PETERSEN: “Where Worlds Collide”
ABOUT THE CONCERT:
ABRAHAM INC. (led by DAVID KRAKAUER, FRED WESLEY, SOCALLED)
with SHERYL BAILEY, JEROME HARRIS, MICHAEL SARIN, TARON BENSON, EDDIE ALLEN, BRANDON WRIGHT, ALLEN WATSKY, ALICIA KRAKAUER
Special Guest: FRANK LONDON of The Klezmatics
Stop everything you’re doing to watch this unrivaled example of aesthetic, cultural and intellectual unity. If you’re not blown away by this, there’s no hope for you:
Here’s the link to Abraham, Inc.’s website.
If you’re in Chicago this week, you won’t want to miss these small, intimate concerts with the electrifying Duo KaMa. Violinist Maria Storm and pianist Kathy Tagg combine energy, technical mastery and a beguiling, enchanting aesthetic to captivate you. Click here for recordings of them performing Debussy, Dvorak and Nigun, and just imagine how they would sound in a salon.
This week you have the chance to hear them in house concerts as well as an intriguing date at the Ukrainian Institute of Modern Art. This is the last chance to hear Duo KaMa play in Chicago in 2017.
Here are the dates and locations:
Thursday, September 14th, 7:00 PM
1146 S Taylor, Oak Park, Illinois
Saturday, September 16, 7:00 PM
Ukrainian Institute of Modern Art
2320 W Chicago Avenue
Sunday, September 17, 4:00 PM
5850 W Race Chicago, IL
I hope to see you there.
Hey, everyone, I’m working on a manuscript at the moment that’s keeping me away from Liquid Ink. In the meantime, I’ll reblog items I find fascinating on WordPress. Here’s one I think you’ll like. (I loved it.)
I’m in New York for tonight’s episode of Pen Parentis, the New York literary salon for writers who are also parents. Fitting for this hot day, our theme is “Love”. How did the organizers know I don’t write about anything else?
I’m joined by the mega-talented and enormously successful Jennifer Probst and Marcy Dermansky. The reading is in the ultra-swank Andaz Hyatt on Wall Street, where literary nerds rub elbows with masters of the universe. In the meantime, Jennifer, Marcy and I will entertain questions about how parents can carve out time to write.
Copies of The Fugue will be available for purchase, and I’ll be happy to sign your copy, along with all the copies you buy for the people you love.
If you’re in New York, I hope you’ll show up.
Photo of the Wall Street Andaz Hyatt.
This should only be said once.
Dear Nazis, no one is taking away your right to spew your hatred. You’ve been doing it all along: on the Internet, at dinner parties, on bar stools, during Thanksgiving dinner, and now in Portland, where you were met with opposition.
The reason you believe you’re being oppressed or denied rights is because you conflate your right to spew blather, ignorance and mental sewage with the listeners’ need to believe you or agree with you. This is how freedom of speech works. You stand up and spew your hatred, express your ignorance, make public fools of yourselves, and your peers duly note it. When you stage your protest, the counter-group stages theirs. That’s not a denial of your rights. On the contrary: it’s you expressing your right to stand up in public and say “I’m an imbecile!”
We know, and we’ve known all along.
There’s a reason most people don’t believe you. You’re blatantly and idiotically wrong, and your world view is psychological and sociological pollution. Your loathing is based on a false perception, on constructs you’ve never taken the time to investigate or think over. Your ideas would bore most of us if they didn’t lead to violence and the destruction of lives.
It bothers you to witness those you loathe supported politically or enjoying economic success, larger acceptance into mainstream society, or just greater confidence to walk hum-drum down city streets as everyday people and not “others” or “freaks”. You believe that the success of those you loathe disenfranchises you. That’s to say your power or station in society is not actually the result of anything you yourselves can do or manage. In order for you to feel secure, you need someone else to be struggling or denied their humanity. “How come I’m not wealthier than these people I hate?” Good question. Don’t most of you believe that you get what you deserve, that individuals determine their own fates all on their own?
Your mistake is to think that power and acceptance are ladled out like soup. More soup for “them” means less soup for “you” until the whole pot has been distributed. Forget about the idea for a moment that the difference between “them” and “you” is constructed in your mind. If you woke up to see that your neighbor’s success actually makes your life easier, you’d have no need to raise your right hand in defiance of your society’s democratic values.
But you won’t ever see that. It’s obvious. Every time you speak freely, raise your hands into the air, you make that perfectly clear. It’s clearest when you stand up and wonder why you don’t have the right to speak freely, as if you’re unaware that you’re speaking. That has always been to most baffling part to me. It’s always the loudest and most hateful drunk in the bar screaming “Why isn’t anyone listening to me?”