An interstitial re-grouping zone. A post-utopian “what next” hangout space. A multi-dimensional low-key reunion. The most comfortable room in your mom’s house. Where to go between one phase and the next? In those liminal moments where something has failed, or finished (or when you don’t know the difference) and you need to talk about it, or not, and maybe get a pizza and watch a movie - where will you hang out and who else should be there? After each performance of Old Paper Houses, we’re inviting you to join us in the bones of the Irondale Center for some music, snacks, conversation (no pressure), art, and poetry - we’re inviting you to say “what next” with us. This zone began to form in our minds (and in reality) during the last version of Old Paper Houses at The Connelly - we found ourselves lingering with audiences in the show’s final setting - feeling good, feeling crazy, not sure where to go. It felt right, but we knew it could feel better.
This time, a generous crew of artists, musicians, poets, and performers has agreed to participate and create an immersive environment for all of you - for all of us! Different evenings will feature different work - some details are still percolating, but for the first four performances you’ll find poetry (thanks to Natalie Eilbert of the Atlas Review and her incredible community) jams (thanks to DJ Matt Tong on 2/28, 3/2, and 3/3), live music (Laura Gragtmans, 3/3), fortune tellers (representing both the feminine and masculine divine aspects of your past, present, and future), snacks from local vendors, and more! If you come to any performance, your program will get you into the post-show events for any subsequent performance, so if you’re feeling indecisive come early and put your mind at ease. This is a big experiment for us, but so is everything, so let’s hang! And don’t worry, there’s a bar.
(This is a picture of Allison's dad with the Empty Space Company c. 1973. They appear to be diving for snacks.)
Cover image by Carol Rosegg