Venimus, vidimus, audivimus vocem (NOC 6​/​21​/​15)

by Anti-Social Music

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Just as Robert Plant was to Led Zeppelin, as Stevie Nicks was to Fleetwood Mac, as David Lee Roth was to Van Halen, and as Freddie Mercury was to Queen, so too is NY's own Anti-Social Music channeling the power of the human voice in its next all-premieres show, June 21st at the National Opera Center in Manhattan.

But we're going one step further than those sad little aforementioned "music bands," we're backing all the vocalists with SHEER. CHAMBER. MUSICIAN. MAGIC. That's right, no boring ol' guitar, bass, and drums here – no siree ma'am – we're talking piano and cello. Piano and flute! Contra bass, two cellos, and viola! Flute, clarinet, trumpet, guitar, piano, violin, two violas, two cellos, and bass. We could go on, but you get the picture.

This performance of never-before-heard music comes to you from Max Duykers, Rima Fand, Al Giusto, Dan Lasaga, David Mallamud, Pat Muchmore, Barry Seroff, and Jeff Hudgins by way of Anti-Social Music. It will pull on your soulstrings like nothing but God has before. You won't believe your ears. God won't believe his ears. Her ears. Whatever.

Come bear witness to the performing talents of Eli Asher, Hubert Chen, Ty Citerman, Karen Kanan Correa, Jeanann Dara, Loren Dempster, Rima Fand, Jeff Hudgins, Brad Kemp, Patti Kilroy, Pat Muchmore, Kamala Sankaram, Barry Seroff, Greg Squared, George Wright and more! Only then will this sentence make any sense: Join us as we find The Way In from the Winter Seed, Oh Lord! Shake off this Flyte of Indecision from Sneaky and the Bullfighter. Vanquish HyperBABEL with Atheist Hymns and a Mannequin Heart.

Sunday, June 21, 2015 at 8pm
National Opera Center

This program is supported, in part, by public funds from the New York City Department of Cultural Affairs, in partnership with the City Council, and in part with public funds from the New York State Council on the Arts, a state agency. Which is basically to say - your tax dollars at work. Yeah, frightening isn't it?

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released June 21, 2015

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Track Name: "The Way In" (2015) - Max Duykers
The Way In
By Rainer Maria Rilke

Whoever you are: some evening take a step
out of your house, which you know so well.
Enormous space is near, your house lies where it begins,
whoever you are.
Your eyes find it hard to tear themselves
from the sloping threshold, but with your eyes
slowly, slowly lift one black tree
up, so it stands against the sky: skinny, alone.
With that you have made the world. The world is immense
and like a word that is still growing in the silence.
In the same moment that your will grasps it,
your eyes, feeling its subtlety, will leave it…
Track Name: Atheist Hymns (2015) - Barry Seroff
Shall I pray?
Shall I venerate and be ceremonious?I have pried through the strata, and analyzed to a hair,
I have counsel'd with doctors and calculated close,
And found no sweeter fat than sticks to my own bones.
-Walt Whitman, song of myself

kyielle elation! Kyielle elation! Kyielle elation! Crystal elation! Crystal elation! Crystal elation! Elation immanse! Elation immanse! Elation immanse! Sing to us! Sing to us! Sing to us! Amam! So me nearest languished hister be free to me. I'm fading! And listen you, you beauty I'll be clue to who knows you, pray Magde Marthe with Luz and Joan while I lie with warm lisp on the Tolka. I'm fay.
-james joyce, from Finnegans Wake

I was an infant when my mother went
To see an atheist burned. She took me there.
The dark-robed priests were met around the pile;
The multitude was gazing silently;
And as the culprit passed with dauntless mien,
Tempered disdain in his unaltering eye,
Mixed with a quiet smile, shone calmly forth;
The thirsty fire crept round his manly limbs;
His resolute eyes were scorched to blindness soon;
His death-pang rent my heart! the insensate mob
Uttered a cry of triumph, and I wept.
"Weep not, child!" cried my mother, "for that man
Has said, 'There is no God.'"
-- Percy Bysshe Shelley, from Queen Mab: A Philosophical Poem VII (1813)