Dear Friends
the attack, the width, the bigness, the disarmament – can any more of the better types of quality be shoe-horned into the glassy slipper of the Peachy Coochy Nite? Even David, surly, taciturn, tempestuous in mood change, found himself rhapsodising:
“I honestly think the only way to get more delightfully unpredictable diversity would be to fall out of an aeroplane onto an unknown surface.”
(David, 16/04/08)
They heaved. They groaned, squeezing intimately past each other as if it were the Northern Line overlaid with certain merciless formal strictures conducive to enjoyment. The air sang to the clinking of tankards and 275 ml ballons of whatever’s red. On Thursday April 24th we shall foregather again, with a bulging programme of mixed nuts and the odd sultana. Don’t miss this loopy lecture tornado!
The fourth Peachy Coochy occasion will be held, as usual, in the Bar at Toynbee Studios. Tickets £5.00. Booking advised but walk up welcome.
more details + map here:
http://www.artsadmin.co.uk/projects/project.php?id=211
This is what you get:
David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites
Just a projector and 20 images. Just 20 seconds per image. During those 20 seconds the Presenter talks about the image. So simple. So precise. So demanding. This is the Peachy Coochy Way.
David Gale, ever keen to launch a nationwide performance must-have, is curating a series of Peachy Coochy events at ArtsAdmin’s new, stylish yet reassuring Bar. Each event features six Coocheurs, or Presenters, drawn from many walks of life. Each Coocheur will compose a verbal response to 20 images of their choice. The images need not be narratively linked but randomness is frowned upon. Thematic associations are embraced. Each presentation lasts 6 minutes and 40 seconds. There will be gaps between presentations for drinking and light conversation.
It might be that a typical Peachy Coochy event contains contributions from, say, a reliable yet inevitably narcissistic performer, a lepidopterist, a nun, a surgeon, a robber.
David Gale, something of a Black Belt in these matters, will both compere and present in the course of the antipasti that feel like a meal. As the third night unfolded David was at times bald, at times obscure, at times refreshing, at times fast on his feet, at some points maudlin. Again, he used French more than once.
We have six Coocheurs, including myself, lined up. I have no idea what the others will do.
Please come along, if only to be able to say “I was there when David and these people did that slides thing that is taking over.”
Some of you, pleased by the Nite, may wish to compose your own presentations. See me afterwards.
all the best
David
