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Dom Casual & Bella Hagen


Le Boite Verte

  Dom Casual & Bella Hagen

This duo have been each other muse for a good many years, but it is only recently that this intimate, artistic support-group have grown beyond their subtle tacit singularities; Following near identical orbits around the body of California’s performance arts circuit; Disturbing Middle-America’s mental myopia with highly individual acts of auricular adversity. Since ‘95 the sum became greater than the parts; The melding of man/woman, yin/yang became complete and “Come Fly With Me Nude” was released upon a totally unsuspecting public. Continuing they’re unrelenting assault on the people of the world, they have now announced the imminent release of a new textual corroboree which promises to surpass all other literary works of recent times. So, who are these entities that have been likened to a tsunami of Byronian Ferlinghettis? How did they find each other, let alone themselves, amidst the detritus of pop USA?

Join us for a discussion of their art, new book, and smash hit show.

web sites: dombella.com, comeflywithmenude.org

Le Boite Verte

Le Boite Verte, Aka “The Green Boite Troupe”, are second only to Jim Rose in successfully getting banned from almost every country in the world.

Through examples of their performance art, we will examine how their self-expression has turned fringe theatre on its head, and proven “too much” for mainstream America to “take on board”.

Through demonstration only, St. John will attempt to learn some of the troupe’s controversial lexicon of mime and translate a work for us,  which they will premier on the show.

 

Dave Eggers

The absolutely rivetingly, thrillingly talented author of A HEARTBREAKING WORK OF STAGGERING GENIUS threw his soul upon our weekly audience with vigor.

 

Josh Friedman

The man behind 2005's remake of "War of The Worlds" examines the Hollywood obsession with bulimic regurgitation of the successes of yesteryear. Is pop just eating itself some more? Have we run out of original stories to tell? Why did he even think he could re-write a masterpiece and not get consumed by the machine?