Saturday, January 10, 2009

"The BIG Show" opening impressions



Despite the blustery weather and freshly-iced streets, many came out for the latest and greatest opening at the Bourgeois Pig Gallery in old-town Heidelberg held January 5, 2009. Corset laces tightened, champagne chilled, and singular statement earrings donned...the faithful showed up to give thanks. Both for one another, and for the little, pink (pig) gallery that could.

Works include a retrospective of nearly all the artists who have previously graced the walls of the gallery along with some promising up-and-comers, local and otherwise. Mediums range from photography, mixed media, sculpture, collage and painting, to installation, furniture, video and more.

A highlight is the imposing, metal-spiked chair sitting dutifully in one corner, daring the brave to perch on it's... er, inviting lap.



And try it they did. Some, knowing it's secret, practically leapt onto the chair and eased themselves down as if slumbering down to a long winter's nap. Much to the delightful dismay of their friends. While others were more cautious, calculated and subdued.

Much the same can be said for the infectious, if not addictive vibe inside. If, outside, it was the coldest, dreariest, darkest, dullest night all year in Heidelberg proper, then inside was the utter opposite. (Could young owners, Marcus and Kate, find a way to bottle that energy, we'd all be lining up with needles poised.)



(high-resolution photos viewable here)

A week-long, tear-filled, smoking-allowed goodbye soiree is already underway, and culminates tonight with an even BIGGER! last hurrah. So get your party pants on and join the cool kids there tonight, starting at 20:00 (8:00pm for you yankees).


(Guest post & photos by Kassie Borreson)

THE BIG SHOW - THE BIG PARTY


Liebe Freunde des Bourgeois Pig,

die letzten Tage sind für uns angebrochen und deswegen möchten wir euch gerne heute abend zur BIG PARTY einladen.

Für uns geht mit der Schließung des Bourgeois Pig ein großes und wichtiges Kapitel zu Ende. Wir schauen auf 14 Ausstellungen, 2 mal die Lange Nacht der Museen, viele Lesungen, Konzerte, Kooperationen und ein Strassenfest zurück und natürlich auf die Zeit, die wir mit Euch verbracht haben - eine Zeit mit viel Freude, Inspiration und kreativer Energie. Lasst uns also alle nochmal zusammenkommen und zum letzten Mal die (bourgeoise) Sau rauslassen.

Beginn: 20 Uhr

Für Getränke und Musik ist gesorgt!

Liebe Grüsse

Kate & Marcus

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Dear Friends of the Bourgeois Pig,

Tonight's the night!

We are looking forward to celebrating with you the BIG PARTY!

After 14 exhibitions, 2 x the Long Night of the museums, many readings, concerts, Co-ops and one Street Party, and the time we spent with you - a time with lots of joy, inspiration and creative energy, it's time to party for the last time and "let the (bourgeois) pig out."

The party starts at 8 pm

Best regards

Kate & Marcus

THE BOYD LEGACY


How often has it happened under the influence of the blue-collar drugs that young people had an idea that they found so amazing that they simply had to write it down? The next day, of course, the drivel created is merely an embarassment. My friends and I, hanging around in that state of mind asked each other a typical high-school style question, What will you name your children? After offering a few serious proposals, we soon offered the joke names, ‘Shithead’ might be an easy example. For one of our last names the answers seemed particularly amusing to us all: thus was born the ‘Boyd Legacy.’ We couldn’t stop laughing at the names for the children of Robert Boyd: Oogie Boyd, Dirtbag Boyd, Evil Ham Sandwich Boyd, … We rolled on the floor.
The odd thing was that the next day even sober the names still seemed funny. And the next weeks and months and even years led to more names and the list expanded as did the number of participants. We moved on to more important drinking games eventually, but I kept the list with me even as I moved several times – East Coast, West Coast, Europe.
Then recently something even odder happened: When Kate asked me to produce some artwork, I went through my things for all the odd junk I had that might be useful for a non-artist like me to use. The Boyd Names got thrown onto the pile and subsequently into Kate’s hands. What for me seemed just a nostagic amusement turned out to have appeal to others. I wouldn’t have dared to think it worth presenting in public, but Kate insisted. So now the Boyd Legacy is back and once again getting larger.

I could try to explain the appeal. The name Boyd allows for entertaining word games: Girl Meets Boyd, Flat as a Boyd, Sigmund Boyd, but the list is funny in other ways. For some names it’s necessary to really imagine a child of that name: Seizure Boyd, My Father Hates Me Boyd, What are you looking at Boyd. The longer the list the more odd associations appear; there were clearly moments when we were nothing but sexually aggressive teenagers and five dirty names with cunt and dick appear one after another, but then a Marshmallow Boyd (Is that even on the list?) comes along and warps the flow. The names can derive from movies, works of philosophy, insults, non-sequitors, quotes. In fact there are no rules. It’s better that way. I certainly won’t lay down any laws. Not all entries actually end in Boyd, though I hold that to be nearly indispensible. It’s like a mark of punctuation that holds all free roaming thoughts in the universe in one text.
We tried retyping the names way back when, but gave up. Having a list of typed and scrawled text adds to the spontaneaity. Somehow the process doesn’t allow people to get stuck in a rut. Once you worked out a few Boyd names of one nature, you become obligated to think of something completely different.
I will only encourage all people to add their own, handwritten or typed, electronic or verbal, carved in Mount Rushmore for all I care. We’re just having fun. We had fun at the opening at the Bourgeois Pig, where towards the end of the evening no one was allowed to leave until they had ‘boyded’. To join the boyding at the Bourgeois Pig just send your names to blog@bourgeoispig.de

Thursday, January 8, 2009

Alisch & Paul: Mitternachtsgeschichten


Eine musikalische Grusel-Lesung

Fahl klebt die Mondsichel über dem Königstuhl. Nur einige freudlose Lichtstrahlen durchdringen die tiefhängenden Wolkengewölle über dem tintenfarbenen Berg und fallen kraftlos in der Heidelberger Altstadt zu Boden.
In der Ingrimstraße Nr. 7 werfen kalte Kerzenflammen flackernde Schatten auf zwei dunkle Gestalten. Die eine entlockt einem Cello unirdische Töne: Mal grausig, mal poetisch-betörend, die andre liest aus einem Buch...
Mitternachtsgeschichten!

Eine musikalische Lesung: Verstörend-betörend und gruselig-grotesk... Lauschen Sie Liedern, Geschichten und Gesängen, die Sie um den Schlaf bringen…

Johannes Alisch: Schauriges Cello
(mit Musik von David Popper, Franz Liszt, Joh. Seb. Bach u.a.)

Matthias Paul: Ruchlose Rezitation
(mit Texten von Gustav Meyrink, Saki, H. P. Lovecraft u.a.)

Mitternachtsgeschichten heißt die „musikalische Grusel-Lesung“, die der Musiker Johannes Alisch und der Schauspieler und Regisseur Matthias Paul aus Heidelberg in immer neuen Varianten – vorzüglich in den dunklen Monaten des Jahres! – in der ganzen Rhein-Neckar-Region aufführen.
Die Vorführung ist nichts für schwache Nerven: Blutig und gespenstisch geht es in den kurzen, prägnanten Geschichten und Gedichten zu. Da rollen die Köpfe, Menschenfleisch wird zu Würsten verarbeitet, geschmeidige Katzen verwandeln sich in Kannibalen, barbusige Schönheiten ersaufen im Sumpf....
Gute zwei Stunden dauert die Lesung, die beiden Künstler werfen sich die literarischen Bälle auf der Bühne gekonnt zu. Hin und wieder treten die beiden im Dialog auf, die meisten Texte trägt Matthias Paul, im Dialog mit Johannes Alischs dunklen Cello-Klängen oder stimmungsvoller Gitarrenmusik, vor. Mal mit stoischer Ruhe, mal mit viel Verve interpretiert Paul Klassiker der phantastischen und der Schauerliteratur, liest Passagen von Gustan Meyrink, von H. P. Lovecraft und Edgar Allen Poe. Auch Sagen der Gebrüder Grimm haben „Alisch & Paul“ im Repertoire sowie Auszüge aus den Verhörprotokollen des Massenmörders Fritz Haarmann, des „Vampirs von Hannover“, der in den zwanziger Jahren 27 junge Männer getötet und anschliessend zerstückelt hatte. Hier brilliert Matthias Paul als halb-wahnsinniger, halb-berechnender Häftling im Gespräch mit einem Psychologen. Die Rolle ist keineswegs neu für ihn: In dem Drama „Der Totmacher“ war der Schauspieler bereits vor einigen Jahren auf Heidelberger Bühnen als Haarmann zu sehen.
Effektheischenden Jahrmarkts-Grusel sucht man in den „Mitternachts-geschichten“ der beiden Künstler allerdings vergeblich. Vielmehr ist der Titel ihres Programms wörtlich zu nehmen: „Alisch & Paul“ beschwören die dunkelste Stunde der Nacht herauf. Und so nimmt man eine wohlverdiente Gänsehaut nach der gut zweistündigen „musikalischen Grusel-Lesung“ mit nach Hause, wo man die erlebten Eindrücke noch lange schaurig-schön nachhallen lassen kann. Denn, wie es in einem der vorgertragenen Gedichte so schön heißt, „nur der ist weise, der das Dunkel kennt...“.

Termin: Do 8. Januar 2009
Beginn: 21 Uhr
Ort: Bourgeois Pig, Ingrimstr. 7, 69117 Heidelberg

Wednesday, January 7, 2009

It's Martini Time!



As a part of the Bourgeois Pig closing extravaganza, starting tonight we are offering special events every night for 10 days. The first and simplest solution to your Wednesday blues- Martini Night with 'Captain Jack'. The bartender/actor/musician/translator extraordinaire from England via Hong Kong will be serving up his most imaginative Martini's while simultaneously DJing! Who knew this was possible? He will be getting a little help from our friends BP's Bolte and Hagen. If your in the mood for an after work aperitif, swing by around 7:30. Stay tuned for more blogging about The Big Show, on view till the 14th of January.

Art is dead, long live Art!