Before posting on ‘advertising characters’ as promised below, I will report that the second season of my Peachy Coochy Nites has drawn to a close until the end of September. One thing this means is that the curator will not have to devise publicity mailouts on a monthly basis for a while. Not that he minds doing that. In fact he rather enjoys it. Here’s a chunk of the last one:
I cannot put it more plainly: the Last Peachy Coochy of the Season will take place next Thursday June 25th. Just think, Friends, two whole Seasons have passed, each Season comprising 9 months and each month comprising 5 Coocheurs which is 45 Coocheurs per unit Season which is 90 Coocheurs since the inception of the whole crazy, life-enhancing, team-building, inspiriting, runaway, whirlwind, tatterdemalion, light-hearted, frothpacked, foamfilled, bulgent, have-you-seen, must-have, let’s go, clippety clop, rickety rackety, jazz coloured, fresh, electrifying, hello mother, did I leave my coat here, puissant, ectoplasmic, rocking, feisty, hep, spunky, good morning mister andrews, jack of many pullovers, yellow, christine, caroline, eckhardt, tingling, poppy, bulgent, heterodox, delicious, enrobed, deep fine leg, brisk, enpaced, movish, alongular, winsome, irradiated, flushed, enstartled, praxic, appointing, engruntling, who are you looking at, instep, outfront, disbodying, entrancing, enchanting, spellbinding, classy, of the people, of the populace, of them, the massive, the wide, the enbiggened, the opening, the way in, the way out, the distance made near, the far made close, the away made home, the tarmac made den, the airfield made niche, the spot made prick, the point made sharp, the mystery deepened, the unhelpful to the fore, the revelation smirched, the glimpse gone, the need, the yearn, the healing power of story, excuse me while I retch, the axelrod, the roving reporter, the contretemps, big, funny, jerky, the shapes thrown, the mustard cut, the full basket, the rug cut, the cards cut, the kid cute, the bicycling holiday, the infamous four, the neglected three, the lonely one, the sociopathic six or seven depending, here are some moments that I lived earlier, here are photos of Gran, here is Callum, here is Philip, there goes that cat you killed Tony, I never, yes you did you fucking stamped on it, I never, the bustle, the pack, the number, bulgent, full, bristling, undressed, socked, shoed, implenished, blue, green, up, in, by, at, get,
This is what you get:
David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites
The projector projects 20 images for precisely 20 seconds each. The Coocheur (or Presenter) speaks for precisely twenty seconds per image. Randomness is discouraged but narrative linearity is not automatically esteemed.
David Gale, having launched a nationwide performance must-have, continues to curate this 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. Each presentation lasts 6 minutes and 40 seconds. There will be gaps between presentations for drinking and light conversation.
David, something of a Black Belt in these matters, will both compere and present the chopped torrent that can never be the same river twice.
A recent patron observed:
“It is not the table the chair it is the atoms the light the sense of the invisible the lifting of the veil”
Peachy Coochy Nites subscribes to the the National Belief System and is therefore committed to the provision of a wide range of contributors such as the impersonator, the fraud, the copyist, the colourist, the marker, the maker, the destroyer, the undoer of worlds, the spoiler of schemes, the darkener of doors.