The short answer is shit isn't working properly. We observe defectiveness in nature: the end of laughter.
We feel & know that something is terribly wrong. We absorb. It hurts. Exactly how much is beyond our control.
Little by Little we shock ourselves into truth, trick ourselves into joy, find solace in the fact that nothing lasts, including our biochemical composition. In such a way, we endlessly grow.
Epitaphs Live: Colleen McCarthy & David Grollman
The epitaph is a short verse honoring the deceased, inscribed on his tombstone. It can be a brief record of his life, an aphorism, or words he lived by.
An extreme mood state can cause a warped perspective, in which that ephemeral moment of suffering feels like "the story of my life." At the lowest depression, one might feel like he is dead already. --Say it were so, how would the epitaph read?
"Epitaphs" (Colleen McCarthy-Smee, 2015) is a book of short verses honoring the deceased and the not-dead-yet who suffer(ed) variously psychoses and suicide.
In performance, David Grollman and Colleen McCarthy improvise of the book, with David accompanying himself on snare.
I have struggled and suffered with depression and suicidality for most of my life. In this performance piece I will be sharing some of my experiences as recalled through journal entries written about a year ago. As an artist and as an individual who has dealt with trauma, I hope to raise awareness and promote education concerning mental illness, along with providing support and hope to others who are dealing with similar issues. I have learned a lot from personal devastation and I feel that others can too, whether it be from their own trials and strife or through empathy for those around them.
I'll be presenting solo works for upright bass, partially composed elsewhere, mostly composed in real time. The work, for me, is about consecration and organization in derogatory and chaotic sounds. The previous statement is reductive. I hope It helps you think, comforts you, disturbs you, gives you something.
Gives you something, and takes away your time.
Meow, yowl, fight, publicly fornicate. territory, food, trash, eat. meow yow meow yow. i'm an urban cat. we are cats. mama and babycat, rattle my cans. street. sleep under a tree, in a bush in your yard. eat your trash. chase a rat. meow moew moew. if you dont sepak cat thats a personal problem. cage us, sanitize us, civilize us, transform my meow. impulse to reproduce, soothed. i am we are pre surgical, now post surgical. my yowl my cat i am a terror, idolize me.
with closing remarks by Esther Neff
According to Google; cheese, chocolate, fish & sex really do help. Thanks, Google.