Bygone Shows

White Wind...A Happening....

White Wind is not a band, White Wind is six bands, White Wind is YOU, White Wind is US, White Wind is intended to be an exploration in sight, sound and experience.  We are challenging our Idea of what a show is, expanding the format of how a show is presented and removing the barrier between artist and YOU / US.  Our hopes are to create an environment where you can move seamlessly between each sound, like the wind.  As your attention turns from band to band throughout the space, you will be literally surrounded and engulfed by a tornado of sight and sound. This will be an unprecedented event (for us, anyway), combining the best of Burlington's high energy sounds with a fresh and psychedelic set-up. 

White Wind...A Happening...
Wednesday, December 10
At Club Metronome
Doors at 8pm
$6 21+, $10 18+

Featuring:

The Fatal Flaws

James Kochalka Superstar

    they had lived by night  after the Flood  after the Wilderness…before they learned to weep…a rhythm generates coagulating into prose. 
hands abused by work. minds abused by Time.  deep memories are cast from the terrible shore. less black the dark of night than the eyes of Fate...  the hour of my sad twilight has come.  the immense weight of time...situated on the screen.  close-up.  black & white.  fades.... exiled from love. the scale of things.  the existence of Death was a primary source of religion.  internal equilibrium.  dead upon the seashore. thrown into existence. the meaning of the word. Genealogy to be created & recreated endlessly. reinvented if necessary. Salvation an end in which there was no means save Art.  man awaits daily pardon.  man’s eternal dwelling place lies in his deceit.  the oracle has come in endless streams of vomit...filled w / a sensation of grief & Boredom…far removed & distant like a planet detached & disillusioned like the night unable to discern the melancholy which penetrates the heart. the Spirit moved...endless cattle w / faces worn. the need for survival. death instinct. the senses dull useless.  the herd need somebody to follow.  remember we bathed ourselves (in moonlight) remember we closed our eyes (at dawn).  seamless curtains torn & laced in moonlight at dawn. we end up sleeping next to bodies we will never really know. despite the nights alone & the days on fire (no more tomorrows) the end of superstitions...Uncertainty is just a way of being inefficient.  what if edgar poe wrote a rock n roll song.  Aeolian procession in midnight flight a feeling you can hear. there is always something new in your development towards an undetermined end.  I want to reenter life.  out of the tomb & into the womb.  (or is it the other way around?) 8 times the vowel O appears.  Listen…we have arrested our senses. we have enslaved our attention. will we never find ourselves again?  we must reassume our dreams in the infinite Alchemical night where life is no longer continually lacerated.  extend the voice.  liberation is the key.  the hour has come. the broken universe has draped over us the new dawn. no longer a tomb for a bed. extend the voice. it’s time to reevaluate our values. hear the voices that language forsakes.  there may be no other passage thru time...

joe agresta was born 8/12/1981 in new jersey. then, twenty four years later, under the guise of mr. island met Dracula at a garage sale. the two spent the night drinking wine, listening to soul records and conspiring against systems of capatalism. the next day they built a robot, moved to pittsburg P.A., and started recording "silly sad cicuit's dead baby in a jar," their first album together. both Dracula and mr. island thought it was a failure. at the completion of the album dracula left the band to become an alchemist. after Dracula's departure mr. island and robot set to work on writing and recording songs documenting the formation of the band. during this time mr. island started looking for other (non-robotic) friends to join the band, finally inducting Miss Marbles and 11 year old Zbear. one night while the gang was finishing up the second album, "MORE TALES from the Blood island" Dracula showed up with lots of beer everyone got drunk (except Zbear cause he's only 11). During a video shoot robot was hit by a car; destroying his cardboard body. Three days later mr. island found a real robot in the trash. a brain transplant was performed. three months later mr.island, who had recently changed his name to joey pizza slice after marrying a slice of pizza in a dream, was also run over, this time by a pickup truck with no driver. the band is currently recording their next LP "opposite Hitler Mustache" to be released a limited run of 50 plastic records.