This is the review commissioned by Molly Mae on March 9th, 2013.

the website is:
http://neofuturists.org/

First Review: 

a review and re-view a room with a view for you

neo-futurists: holy fucking shit, wow. yes.

now for the long version . . .

this is a re-view. a new view on a review, a new way to review. I get it, a review is to view the piece again, as poo: chewed up digested and pooped up all analyzed and beautiful. Holy shit is what it is. and holy shit is what it was.

 an artist date with myself. a perfect place, its all perfect when you have learned how to be with yourself, but this was a perfect date to take your artist on, not that i believe in perfect, so it was pirphekt, if you will, and i did. an artist date has become a study on silence versus sound, alone versus company and crowd. the sacred silence.

that was the primer.

i must take you there when you come here! it is brilliant. they get dirty and grimy. it is theater of the self. 

30 plays in 60  minutes, gives it impulse, and urgency! 

its beautiful, and i stand by my first review, which was only a one liner because of all the feelings i felt and the beauty that it was, it is now hard to write about it. it must be because it is hard to funnel it all into words, perhaps the review has to be viewed in 3D, perhaps the medium is not the typing-email kind, but a dance or something, or a slap in the face, something visceral of that sort. to review it in this way, as i am feeling in real time writing, feels like a bottle neck effect between feelings thoughts and words, feelings of the take in and the words of the take out.

i give my fullest fillest recommendation. i am so happy i finally went to see it, i loved the circumstances. out on a concept, concepts set you free and give you safety. the concept of the artist date. it was a date  9 years in the making, maybe 29, or maybe 9 billion.

thank you for giving me the task of reviewing it. this was a lovely sense, good to let out the wild emotions experienced in the process, a way to funnel it out, even if slightly impossible.