Canadian artist Geoffrey Farmer’s Let’s Make The Water Turn Black investigates dramatic and spectacular gestures that define theatricality: a life-size bowing rock, a dancing black stick, John Cage giving a lecture, and Kathy Acker reading a story are among the “performers” animated through light, sound and movement that appear in the almost one-hour long cycle. This interview by Claudia Slanar.

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White Denim has avoided being labeled for several years now, but after a giant tour and the release of their third album, this Austin trio is rocking a little too hard to be ignored. Bassist Steve Terebecki talks about satanic nightmares and names my sister’s baby. This interview by Amber Hollingsworth.

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The world is now a DEVO song, and so Warner has just reissued two vital early DEVO albums barely containing some of the most annihilating reality ever twined into vinyl. And so L.A. RECORD’s Dan Collins reissues this vintage interview with Mark Mothersbaugh from the archives of the defunct Ostrich Ink. DEVO will perform Freedom Of Choice at the Fonda tonight.

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It’s clear to see that a modern Night Flight has the potential to be greater than ever before. Show pioneer Stuart Shapiro was met with a standing ovation as the titles rolled before announcing an upcoming monthly residency at the Cinefamily along with a New Wave Theatre Night sometime soon. Needless to say but with great relief, Night Flight is officially reborn!

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For one night only, Stuart Shapiro, the captain behind Night Flight—the late-night rock ‘n’ roll/trash film/and beyond! program that was the beating heart of cable television during the eighties—is taking over Cinefamily. He speaks here with Nolan Knight on how Otis Redding and the Circle Jerks helped launch television into another galaxy.

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Headlining that night was The Entrance Band. Not missing a beat, their set seemed to explode from the moment the members took the stage, with a fierce combination of psychedelic, blues, and rock—it almost feels like a martian attack on your soul, especially as Guy Blakeslee’s vocals reach their coda, like watching the sky opens up for the birth and death of an actual star.

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