RAD WAVE USA JUNE 10th @ NATIONALE

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Thursday June 10th, 2010

7pm

Alicia McDaid & Paul Wig & Erik Blad & Scott Blais are Rad Wave U.S.A. They will perform music that will be released this fall on Who Let the Dog Out records. All members have a thing for pizza and power forwards. They are very excited. Dancers will join them. We hope you will too.

Galactic Daughters of Passion

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Galactic Daughters of Passion ah-tayne at The Woods 5/23/10 from Alicia McDaid on Vimeo.

Kathleen Keogh, Alicia McDaid, Lena Kassof, & Sarah Johnson presenting…

“The Galactic Daughters of Passion” (GDP) a groundbreaking technique for Self Realizing Group Think (GDP)
Learn how to use each other in workplace to ah-tayne the Ultimate Truth of non-existenz™ of the “I” and and and total submission to the “W.E”. It is the first technique of its kind in all of history.

Dark: A Show to Winter

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DARK: A SHOW TO WINTER
Curated by the Blood Rainbow Family
FEBRUARY 5 – MARCH 13, 2010

1430 SE 3rd Avenue
PortlandOR 97214
mcdaid

OPENING FRIDAY, FEBRUARY 5, 6-9PM

In a 1998 interview Alan Vega of electronic duo Suicide described the live experience of the band as “you are coming off the street to come into the street.” The exhibition DARK: A SHOW TO WINTER will function under the same premise. Opening during the dead of a Portland winter, DARK will include work that addresses and/or reflects this outside environment. The grim, the cold and the black will mingle with the solitary, the contemplative and the transcendent. Explorations of dark and winter drawn from both a common visual culture, as well as more personal voids, will work together to bring the vast, seemingly endless dark winter into the confines of the gallery space.

- The Blood Rainbow Family

Rad Wave Goodbye

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watch the sun crest it, fall at my hands out stretched
as i look up her dress and see trees bent and bowed by sleep
wash them in gold streaks my hands, washed in gold leafs
if i loved a woman like a dirt road wrapped around a mountain
traveled and smooth grass growing in between the tires tracks
i would run my golden finger across her belly button potholes and pores like mine
and laugh at her crooked teeth like mine and she would laugh at my cave like mouth
standing with no one watching
sitting by the mailbox
waiting
my hands smell like spray paint
shinning in the glow of traffic
(dramatic pause)
-r.w.g.