Probably you thought that goths were something that Trey Parker made up (if you are very young), or else an anachronistic element that he and Mr. Stone like to introduce into their Colorado-based show (if you are not so young). Nope. There are goths in Denver. Several tables full of them, in fact, at the Denver Diner. We were so happy.
There are also punk-rockers in Denver, liberty spikes and all.
Black Ocean Press knows how to rock a hard sell. I came away from their table with, like, a library (Pigafetta Is My Wife by Joe Hall, Objects for a Fog Death by Julie Doxsee, Scary, No Scary by Zachary Schomburg, With Deer by Aase Berg). On the other hand, they’re really good books.
I’ve just had a chance to flip through it so far, but I’m pretty excited about this.
At one of the afterparties some folks from Featherproof gave a performance that involved banjo, short-shorts, a bucket, a tamborine, and the consumption of two half-gallons of milk. And frankly, that’s all we’re going to say about it.
You should try to talk Keith Meatto (whose piece “Seven Missed Connections” will appear in Artifice Issue 2) into moving to Chicago for the summer. He seems convincible.
Do you guys know about this? Because you need it, now.