Recently David was interviewed thus here, look:
The Interviewer: David.
The Interviewer: Peachy Coochy is massive, right?
The Interviewer: How do you advertise it?
David: No need, really.
The Interviewer: Isn’t that big-headed?
David: Listen, dickwit…
(Interview interrupted by next paragraph)
But that was the media, whom you cannot trust. They lie. Instead this person said this:
“At the last Peachy Coochy a man had an animal with him. It was quite big and biting people. It wasn’t a dog exactly but something out of the jungle or an encyclopaedia. It was like a Tasmanian Thylacine or similar with stripes on the back and white eyes. The packed bar was unusually quiet because nobody likes to get mauled. When the show started this dog-like creature, possibly a hybrid with something, went all quiet and obviously liked it. Soon people were patting it.”
The sixth Peachy Coochy occasion – the last of the current season – will be held, as usual, in the Bar at Toynbee Studios on Thursday June 26th at 7.30 pm. Tickets £5.00. Booking advised but walk up welcome.
more details + map here:
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 collection that resembles a succession of distinct episodes. On the fifth occasion David was obviously annoyed about something – he swore openly and freely as if not caring and sometimes gazed into the distance. At other times he was more like he is usually – relaxed and flowing.
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 meant to since January now I have. It is definitely something. “
Some of you, pleased by the Nite, may wish to compose your own presentations. See me afterwards.
The Nites resume in September. You will be notified.
all the best
P.S. You know how David always says he’d like to get a physicist? Well…