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Details will be posted here as they’re set. (illustration by the talented Jamie Sanford)
Click the flyer, get the code, spread like a virus. Government-made or from outer space? Your call. And here’s the MySpace page, which will have route details and whatnot once they’re finalized.
The undead are a persistent bunch, you know. I spent last week leaving increasingly desperate messages on the voicemail of the guy who approves or denies events booked for Beale Street (it’s a private street, you know, not public, so you can’t just do what you want there without filling out paperwork), thinking he was avoiding me after last year’s round of last-minute awkward runaround phone tag that nearly meant we didn’t get a permit.…
Thanks, Cherie! Also, another big thanks to Jamie, whose birthday is today. Friday, it’s on. UPDATE: The article is here. Project 365
Two weeks until Memphis has its own Undead epidemic, like this one in Atlanta and this one in Vancouver.
“The artists were attempting to make art more than just something to look at, they wanted it to be something to be involved in, something too big to ignore.”— Le Tigre* You know you’ve always wanted to lurch around downtown in undead drag and make the tourists scratch their heads. Don’t miss your chance; it’s coming quickly. An extra bonus: We’ll be crawling through the May art trolley tour, so not only will Beale Street…
I’m not sure what these flowers are called but they smell amazing. At first I thought Gestures was burning some candles whose scents seeped out of the doors. Turns out it was all nature, baby. It was a beautiful day to spend downtown, traipsing up and down South Main with the fabulously pseudonymous FearlessVK, taking care of some crucial business and stuffing our faces with greasy, overpriced Arcade food. Tomorrow night’s the monthly art trolley…
This precious internet access is costing me 20 cents a minute, so I figured I’d better tell the world how stupid I am. If there happened to be any doubt left, that is. Okay, gotta go pick up my copies.
Ever thought about what you might do if swarms of undead were lurching toward you, and suddenly you looked around and couldn’t figure out where to go that they couldn’t follow? Here’s a few tips from Nick Frost, if you’ve got half an hour to spare. You might ought to start thinking about such an occasion. It could happen sooner than you think.
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