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Waking the Witch

There is no ques­tion that Kate Bush has had a great influ­ence on bodyc­ity. We are no strangers to youtube, research­ing birds, dres­sage, for­eign dance shows, Janet Jack­son, and cat videos to name a few. But I find myself (this is Lake btw) always com­ing back to Kate Bush’s videos.

Kate Bush is a pow­er­house chore­o­g­ra­pher songstress who was at the front of the music video rev­o­lu­tion. Each music video tells a story with her as the main char­ac­ter danc­ing through foggy futures, forests, and shat­ter­ing glass. Her chore­og­ra­phy has the ele­ments of mod­ern dance that we all know, every­day ges­tures exag­ger­ated to sweep­ing moves, enthu­si­as­tic pranc­ing and the pre­ci­sion of a trained dancer. The danc­ing can be as nar­ra­tive as her videos, clearly try­ing to tell a story and lead her audi­ence, but what I love is her very par­tic­u­lar atti­tude, enthu­si­asm and weird­ness. Her quirky facial expres­sions, “edgy” cos­tumes and bizarre sets are what make her videos so charm­ing and enter­tain­ing. Look­ing back, the videos seem a lit­tle ama­teur­ish, lots of fog machines and dudes with beards, though I would guess she was on the cut­ting edge of video fx. But this just adds to the plea­sure of her videos, and it’s that aspect, the enthu­si­as­tic awk­ward­ness (as well as the straight up humor) that has been most inspi­ra­tional to me, espe­cially when we built the Hal­loween dance, “through the Glass Mass.” Here is a smat­ter­ing of some favorite videos:
The set and cos­tumes alone make this video amaz­ing, that and her sig­na­ture all male back-ground dancers.


This is the clas­sic folk story of the wife think­ing her hus­band is cheat­ing on her so she dis­guises her­self to trick him into adul­tery, note the dou­ble bass as the sym­bolic ges­ture of her husband.


She was only 19 when this sin­gle came out, sig­nal­ing the begin­ning of many cross-fades, mir­ror­ing effects, and fog machines.


Ever­body knows and loves this song, right? The video is a clas­sic and very mod­ern dancey, with fans.

I also have to men­tion “Army Dream­ers” which fea­tures an incred­i­ble sequence of her being blown up and fly­ing back­wards, ass over teaket­tle. In “Sat in your Lap”, the fx is taken to another level with video inserts of dunces and jesters danc­ing in her palms and roller­skat­ing. In “Breath­ing” she is in a plas­tic womb with an umbil­i­cal chord. “Cloud­bust­ing” fea­tures a pater­nal Don­ald Suther­land and is sim­i­lar to “Hounds of Love” in that they are her most nar­ra­tive videos. And she just looks so freak­ing cool in “Them Heavy Peo­ple.”

All of these videos are lit­tle mas­ter­pieces of music, dance, and video fx, they also hold a spe­cial time in tele­vi­sion his­tory. I grew up in the music video age when MTV still was music tele­vi­sion and musi­cians were best­ing each other with the coolest videos. I was lis­ten­ing to the radio today and heard tell of the vir­tual death of the music video. It sad­dens me to see that imag­i­na­tive, orig­i­nal, and weird music videos like Kate Bush’s have been replaced by unin­spired real­ity tv shows of washed-up actors and wannabes. Per­haps this is our cue to bring it back around and make a bodyc­ity pre-MTV music video. Stay tuned!

~Lake

We Like:

So, we are prob­a­bly waaay behind you, but bodyc­ity felt the deep burn­ing desire to share this video with our friends.  The tra­di­tion, power and sauce that this gem was cut from is a fresh stream of inspi­ra­tion and that river runs deep.

Wait no more

If you couldn’t make it to one of the shows in NYC, click on these ani­mated .gif’s for a taste of the live action!

Or, watch this mashup of our show w/Glasser at Cafe Zebu­lon in Brook­lyn. It may have hap­pened a month ago, but the moves are still fresh!

also, flickr.

bodycity flies to new york to find the other edge

we are embark­ing on a jour­ney of mind and body, to a city where struc­tures tower and jack frost nips, the metrop­o­lis of all metropoli, New York, New York.

we will be danc­ing with our friend cameron, also known as glasser, as she graces the stage with her melodies and wis­dom dur­ing the cmj music fes­ti­val.
we will also be per­form­ing more tales from future moun­tain, which we debuted at red-cat the­atre a few weeks ago.

here is a bit of a schedule:

Glasser per­form­ing with Body City:
Fri­day, Octo­ber 24th at Cafe Zebu­lon
258 Wythe Ave
Brook­lyn, NY 11211
(718) 218‑6934
8pm

more tales from Future Moun­tain:
Sat­ur­day, Octo­ber 25th at Projects In Tran­sit (P.I.T.)
144 Spencer Street, #217
Brook­lyn, NY 11205
www.faurotpaulson.com
4pm

Glasser per­form­ing with Body City:
Sat­ur­day, Octo­ber 25th at Pianos
158 Lud­low St
New York, NY 10002
(212) 505‑3733
8pm

more tales from Future Moun­tain:
Sun­day, Octo­ber 26 at East River State Park
East River State Park is on Kent Avenue, between North 7th and North 9th Streets.
2pm

tell yr friends on the east coast!!!

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bodycity at Late Night Snack — Tuesday, 9/30, 7:30pm

Late Night Snack
at BPD at the REDCAT lounge

Tues­day, Sep­tem­ber 30 at 7:30pm

We will be debut­ing bodyc­ity XII: more tales from Future Mountain


Here are some keywords/phrases/ideas:

labor of love: giv­ing birth, car­ing for chil­dren just born and elders or invalids soon to die, gar­den­ing, clean­ing house, home repair, rebuild­ing cities/communities after war or dis­as­ter — rugged and mon­e­tar­ily unre­ward­ing work that is wholly nec­es­sary for sur­vival. Move­ments that are fluid but heavy and mus­cu­lar, seem­ingly invol­un­tary like a heartbeat.

women (work­ing) in war times: My Nana worked in a fac­tory dur­ing WWII fab­ri­cat­ing nylon para­chutes. Since all of the nylon was going to the war effort, ladies stock­ings were very hard to find so the women in her fac­tory drew lines up the backs of their legs to stand in place of the dark seams of actual stock­ings. The main­te­nance of Amer­i­can fem­i­nin­ity in recent his­tory is faci­nat­ing behav­ior. In war times,this fem­i­nine iden­tity seems to be split into a few arche­types: (1) the iconic notion of woman as the sweet sex sal­va­tion for sol­diers who’ve sac­ri­ficed their minds and bod­ies for coun­try, (2) the proud mother, devoid of sex­u­al­ity who blind­ingly sup­ports of her men in uni­form by ful­fill­ing her own duties of sus­tain­ing the labors of her home, (3) the griev­ing mother, wife, daugh­ter who has lost and is made beau­ti­ful by her sense of honor. For­tu­nately, we can add a few more iden­ti­ties to this list: (4) the pro­tester, hys­ter­i­cal and pas­sion­atly close to self-destruction, (5) the female sol­dier, a still feared anom­aly who marches as unflinch­ingly as the next man, (6) The vic­tims — moth­ers, wives, daugh­ters who are killed or sur­vive acts of war inflicted upon them and their fam­i­lies, they are char­ac­ter­ized by shock.

Arche­types are fod­der: sum­mon up and emu­late their move­ments but don’t go over­board with mim­icry. Oblique ref­er­ences are always more effec­tive than attempt­ing lit­eral trans­la­tions — they allow your view­ers to fol­low you along to the next idea with­out get­ting stuck in their own train of thought. For exam­ple: move­ment can reflect fac­tory work by being repet­i­tive and ref­er­enc­ing the mechan­i­cal nature of an assem­bly line with­out lit­er­ally act­ing it out. Also bor­row from/bastardize rag time, swing, pin-up styles to F with the iconic notion of women as sweet sex salvation.

For me, this is also related to women in times of dis­as­ter. I think it is impor­tant to imag­ine our­selves in the actual areas of war or weather, the prac­tice of domes­tic mys­ti­cism — there is some­thing other-worldly about the raw, post-apocalyptic iden­tity of survivors.

domes­tic mys­ti­cism: find­ing tran­scen­dence in the domes­tic atmos­phere, locat­ing one­ness with the uni­verse at home — I’m think­ing about an embrace and glo­ri­fi­ca­tion of domes­tic­ity — it is humor­ous and tongue-in-cheek: the end­less and mys­te­ri­ous nature of refrig­er­a­tor mold, see­ing the future in cof­fee grounds, mourn­ing the past on a reflec­tive linoleum floor, etc. It is the belief in one’s own cor­po­real real­ity.
I think that this idea can trans­late into call­ing out our rela­tion­ship with the phys­i­cal struc­ture we’re in by ‘washing/watching’ the win­dows — arc­ing arm move­ments, jump­ing with arms up, ‘sweep­ing’ the floor — any sweep­ing of limbs , ‘paint­ing the walls’ — slow motion flail­ing and heavy contact…handstands that melt onto the floor and then do it again. Fol­low through and see how far you can develop it — can you push it so far that you hardly rec­og­nize it?

hearts are invol­un­tary,
M

bodycity in print!

Ladies and gentleman,

First of all a tip of a feath­ered dainty cap to our dear dear friend Tucker Neel and to all of the lovelies at Artillery Mag­a­zine, who I was for­tu­nate enough to meet last Sat­u­day night, danc­ing in cir­cles at Hop Louie. Your friends in bodyc­ity now grace the pages of the just released edi­tion of the pre­vi­ously men­tioned Artillery Mag­a­zine, which you can pick up for free at any art gallery in town. You can also read an unedited ver­sion of the arti­cle below or on Tucker’s blog. We, boys and girls, are on our way!

Danc­ing Daze: Bodyc­ity
Orig­i­nally printed in Artillery Mag­a­zine, sep/oct 2008 vol 3 issue 1

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After being thor­oughly hijacked by fun­da­men­tal­ists, and injected into bombs and body bags in dis­tant lands, the term “democ­racy” has sus­tained a thor­ough lin­guis­tic beat­ing over the years. Despite the grim state of things today, there is hope for those who seek avenues for true eman­ci­pa­tory group par­tic­i­pa­tion. For these peo­ple it’s refresh­ing to see artists, espe­cially col­lec­tives, reclaim­ing democ­racy as a work­ing prac­tice, a way to describe how they make their art. One such group is a home­town dance col­lec­tive called bodycity.

A self-proclaimed “dance democ­racy”, bodyc­ity, pre­vi­ously known as col­lec­tive sta­tic, has per­formed in both pub­lic and pri­vate spaces in and around Los Ange­les for the past three years. Com­posed almost entirely of women, the group’s num­bers have swelled to over a dozen and waned to just five as mem­bers have come and gone. Only a few ever took clas­si­cal bal­let or mod­ern dance and most get their prior train­ing from rock­ing out alone at home. Col­lec­tively their dance phi­los­o­phy eschews any con­ser­v­a­tive ide­ol­ogy demand­ing chore­o­graphic or phys­i­cal per­fec­tion. Instead, their prac­tice bris­tles with a do-it-yourself spirit based in accept­ing imper­fec­tions, embrac­ing mis­takes as oppor­tu­ni­ties, assets that heighten the pos­si­bil­ity of demo­c­ra­tic inclusiveness.

The troupe’s aes­thetic is part Bar­bara Met­tler, with her totally impro­vi­sa­tional dance phi­los­o­phy (which got rid of the stage, and the audi­ence, all together), and part Jud­son Dance The­ater, which rev­o­lu­tion­ized the pro­fes­sional dance world by cre­at­ing per­for­mances empha­siz­ing chance and repet­i­tive move­ment. In line with this tra­di­tion, bodycity’s chore­og­ra­phy is full of awk­ward repet­i­tive actions, devel­oped through a process of impro­vi­sa­tion, indi­vid­ual and group research, and col­lec­tive decision-making. Yet while they acknowl­edge that dance has a liv­ing his­tory, they get more inspi­ra­tion from 80’s work­out videos, urban vis­tas, Youtube and dres­sage than from their mod­ernist predecessors.

Often sewing their own cos­tumes or enlist­ing friends’ cre­ative skills, they have danced as birds to lead flocks of peo­ple along the Santa Clara River in Valen­cia, donned util­ity gloves to dance/scale the steep­est street in Cal­i­for­nia, per­formed with cacti and bam­boo in the Hunt­ing­ton Gar­dens, and ini­ti­ated impromptu per­for­mances in Echo Park. In cos­tumes or not, Bodycity’s work is at its best when employ­ing con­sid­ered site speci­ficity to bring out unex­pected mean­ing in curi­ous loca­tions.
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Ear­lier this year the dancers began col­lab­o­rat­ing with the musi­cal group Glasser (which sounds like the Kate Bush and The Yeah Yeah Yeahs’ irre­press­ible lovechild) to cre­ate Lady Stranger. Per­formed at Mr. T’s Bowl, a hipster/hobo water­ing hole in High­land Park, Lady Stranger seized the venue as the per­fect site to exca­vate latent sex­ual innu­endo. At the start of the dance the per­form­ers, decked out in pen­cil skirts, tight shirts and old-fashioned lace dick­ies shimmy on top of booths and do-wop next to the juke box, their actions con­jur­ing “loose women” arche­types from the 40’s and 50’s. Later the troupe erupts into fist-pounding stomps, gut­tural grunts, and arrow-hurling war­rior poses exe­cuted with hair-raising syn­chronic­ity. These sex pot / Ama­zon­ian jux­ta­po­si­tions, slyly com­mu­ni­cate how bar­room inter­ac­tions are them­selves coded dances walk­ing the line between fight­ing and for­ni­ca­tion.
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For Wiki­d­ance, cre­ated in 2007, the group cap­i­tal­ized on our web 2.0 obsessed cul­ture and used the inter­net as a democ­ra­tiz­ing tool and a site unto itself. To ini­ti­ate the piece, bodyc­ity posted a video on vimeo.com as part of Ulti­mate Blog­ger 3, an inter­net blog­ging con­test (which they almost won), ask­ing view­ers to record any move­ment or small dance and sub­mit it to be incor­po­rated as part of a final piece unit­ing all the sub­mis­sions into one per­for­mance. The almost two-dozen sub­mis­sions ranged from the bootyshakin’ to the absurdly min­i­mal­ist: a man slowly leans a against a pole, a girl gyrates a’la The Vil­lage Peo­ple, a cou­ple awk­wardly mock an embrace, a mother and son lock hands and ges­ture tai-chi-style to the cam­era. Yet despite the unpre­dictabil­ity of the sub­mis­sions and the sys­tem­atic struc­ture required to put the entire piece together, the result­ing per­for­mance isn’t overly cere­bral or con­fus­ing; like the best user-generated inter­net con­tent, it’s per­fectly imper­fect, addic­tive, inspir­ing, and fun to watch.
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When viewed in its intended envi­ron­ment — on the inter­net — the final Wiki­d­ance is as a mov­ing col­lage; the dancers prom­e­nade, pose, vogue, spin and wave, dupli­cat­ing the move­ments in the sub­mis­sion videos to Yeah by LCD Soundsys­tem. In a brief seg­ment two dancers, out­stretched arms scissor-like, embrace one another, mim­ic­k­ing a par­tic­u­lar sub­mis­sion video. A sec­ond later actual scis­sors enter the cam­era frame, like an animator’s eraser in a Bugs Bunny car­toon, to slice out each dancer from the video one-by-one. In de-centering choreographer’s stereo­typ­i­cally dic­ta­to­r­ial posi­tion and turn­ing the build­ing blocks of the per­for­mance over to the very audi­ence the dance addresses, Wikki­d­ance proves itself quite lib­er­at­ing and inspir­ing. And that’s the key to bodycity’s allure.

Their demo­c­ra­tic ide­al­ism requires that they prac­tice what they preach and work with con­cep­tual and phys­i­cal exer­tion bor­der­ing on exal­ta­tion to bring the viewer into their dances as much as pos­si­ble. When suc­cess­ful, their work breaks down the bound­aries between dancer and audi­ence, chore­o­g­ra­pher and com­pany, pub­lic and pri­vate to sin­cerely state that dance is every­where and that it can hap­pen with and to any­one at any time.

Bodyc­ity is cur­rently: Alisha Adams, Made­line Baugh, Betsy Hume, Jen­nifer Lehman, Cristina Paul, Molly Rodgveller, Lake Sharp and Mea­gan Yellott

–Tucker Neel

Thanks and remem­ber, we love you!

bewildered children of pleasure, come to our yard sale

bodyc­ity has sev­eral projects in the works, start­ing this week­end. We are per­form­ing at a speakeasy in MacArthur Park.
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click the flyer to enlarge, but just in case, here are the nuggets:

Aug. 30th, 7-11pm
2121 James M Wood Blvd
between Alvarado & Lake Streets
To learn the pass­word to gain entrance to the party email bewilderedchildren@gmail.com.

We also have some shows with Glasser, and a mini-tour to New York City!

To soften the blow of soar­ing air­fare, we are rais­ing money in any way we can, start­ing with a yard sale this week­end. We really do have some cool stuff at very fair prices. Here is a map of the loca­tion, wear a hat and bring your cash!

And if you don’t want our stuff you can still make a dona­tion via pay­pal to madcurls83@hotmail.com

Thanks!
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the Modern Garage Movement is here this Friday and Saturday, 25 and 26!

Last sum­mer, we made first con­tact with a superb group of artists called Mod­ern Garage Move­ment. We threw an excel­lent party. We are doing it again and, this year, you have two chances to get in on the lively and stun­ning action. bodyc­ity will screen two short films and MGM will dance in, around, and trough each one of us. Don’t miss it!

Fri­day, July 25
Betalevel
963 N. Hill Street
10pm
bar

Direc­tions:
Find your­self in front of “FULL HOUSE RESTAURANT” located at 963 N. Hill Street in Chi­na­town.
Locate the alley on the left hand side of Full House.
Walk about 20 feet down the alley (away from the street).
Stop.
Notice dump­ster on your right hand side.
Take a right and con­tinue down the alley.
Exer­cise cau­tion so as not trip on the wob­bly cement blocks under­foot
The entrance to Betalevel is located 10 yards down on left side,
behind a red door, down a black staircase.

Sat­ur­day, July 26
meagan’s house
250 North Avenue 57
LA, CA 90042
(you know where it is or you can google this one)
BYOB

See you there!
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the details:

Booth Dance — Chore­o­graphed by Jen­nifer Lehman; Cam­era and Edit­ing by Jac­into Asti­azaran; with bodyc­ity (Made­line Baugh, Betsy Hume, Jen­nifer Lehman, Cristina Paul, Molly Rodgveller, Lake Sharp, Mea­gan Yellott)

Found Dance at Echo Park — filmed and edited by Jac­into asti­azaran
with bodyc­ity mem­bers Ali Hyman, Jen­nifer Lehman & Cristina Paul

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Mod­ern Garage Move­ment is a col­lab­o­ra­tive endeavor between Feli­cia Bal­los, Biba Bell, Jmlly Leary, Theo Angel, and Robert McNeil. This project explores the rela­tion­ships between dis­ap­pear­ance and metamorphosis.

New Gree is a dance on tour that not only hap­pens any­where, but is hap­pen­ing all the time. The fash­ions worn on the road are the cos­tumes of the dance. The ter­rain of the per­for­mance is demar­cated by props; flags, lights, tarps, mir­rors, jibs and pro­jec­tions. MGM’s rock band con­cept is trans­formed into a band of cow-boygirls and the New Gree group is always on guard, ready for long still­nesses, quick get­aways, telepa­thy and remon­strance. An aim, but not goal of New Gree, is to dance in com­plete uni­son with eyes closed, nav­i­gat­ing safely through den­si­ties of peo­ple and space. Ulte­ri­orly, the chore­og­ra­phy works with shift­ing for­ma­tions of energy and hyper-reality in rela­tion to the mobile audi­ence, build­ing addi­tive lay­ers of past and future per­for­mances, past and future influ­ences, and link­ing every­one and every­thing in the accu­mu­la­tive jour­ney of now.

b-city cruisin’: LA, SD, SF, HOLLYWOOD

Before too much time passes, we must mark and remark on what was our first tour…the mini-ist and most awe­some west coast-inental “have a Glasser of Lemon­ade for your bodyc­ity” Tour, Sum­mer Jams 2008. A recap:

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The Smell, Los Ange­les — Thurs­day, July 10th
High­lights: Nite Jewel; the super friendly home-town crowd; Lemon­ade blew our minds.
Weird­lights: Hav­ing to sign release forms for stand­ing within cam­era range of an ongo­ing indie film (but it was kind of cool too…they wanted to film our per­for­mance, but when it came down to it, it was their big lights or our dance floor.…naturally they had to move).
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House Party, San Diego — Fri­day, July 11
High­lights: all the cool kids in San Diego mate­ri­al­ized at this party, then squeezed into what was the tin­ni­est place we’ve ever danced, a baby base­ment about 7 feet tall; mak­ing tiny ver­sions of our dances; dirty sweat fling­ing and shov­ing.
Weird­lights: traf­fic; hav­ing to change into our cos­tumes in front of a giant win­dow; no hoist­ing Molly into the air; hav­ing to go home almost imme­di­ately so we could hit the road to SF.


Grey Area Bea­con
, San Fran­cisco — Sat­ur­day, July 12

High­lights: we rented a behe­moth 15 pas­sen­ger van; we got there in time for a romp with a ridicu­lous puppy, a reunion with our Nor­cal friends, and a round of Bloody Marys; we started a seri­ous dance party; Evan SNJ let us crash all over his house in Modesto that night.
Weird­lights: mys­te­ri­ous banana disappearance

sleepersBastille Day Cel­e­bra­tion, W Hol­ly­wood — Sun­day, July 13
High­lights: Adele Jacques, the event’s coor­di­na­tor, a new but already good friend who gave us the most touch­ing and well-spoken intro­duc­tion we’ve ever had; our “eF-it, I’m so freak­ing tired” atti­tude made this our best per­for­mance.
Weird­lights: the morn­ing sun after 10 hours of sleep in 3 days know­ing there’s a good six hours of road ahead of you; too much Star­bucks — it’s creepy.

In other words: Suc­cess! Wicked Positive.

Also, we’ve gotta men­tion our newest mem­ber, Alisha Adams! bodyc­ity is com­pletely thrilled to have her, she is true blue.

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Glasser was a stel­lar com­pan­ion. Cameron, Matt, Rebecca and Made­line kept things real and were always bang-on come per­for­mance time.
And, though we saw lit­tle of them on the road, the Lemon­ade dudes are excel­lent humans and we are so grate­ful to them for their orga­niz­ing prowess and easy attitudes.

With our first tour under the bodyc­ity belt, we have brave new thoughts on future tours and can’t wait to tell you about new stuff hap­pen­ing soon…

Tour with Glasser and Lemonade! What a summer time pair!

Well you gotta hand it to us folks. We are going on (an albeit mini) tour. Now, if you live in Cal­i­for­nia, you have no excuses for miss­ing out. And really why on earth would any­one ever want to miss out? Come. see. like.

Thurs­day July, 10 2008 at the Smell
w/ glasser, Lemon­ade & Nite Jewel
247 South Main Street, los ange­les, Cal­i­for­nia
$5
doors open at 9pm

Fri­day July, 11 2008 at TBA w/ glasser & Lemon­ade
House Party at 2220 Front Street, San Diego, California

Sat­ur­day July, 12 2008 at Grey Area Bea­con w/ glasser & Lemon­ade
1515 Fol­som, San Fran­cisco, California

Sun­day July, 13 Cel­e­brate Bastille Day at the Southland’s Best French Fes­ti­val!
In the West Hol­ly­wood Park
647 N. San Vicente Blvd.
noon-10pm
we play with glasser at 3:55pm

IMG_1745.jpgWe have merch now. Beau­ti­ful hand made ban­dan­nas and tote bags with silk screened designs by Claire and Tucker. Made by, for and out of bodycity.