all or nothing #8 - are you full?
table of contents
1.events 2.words 3.missed connections 4.horoscope 5.listen
»looking back
+all st community dinner no.1+
It was a chaotic symphony of hunger and love. Bread was broken. Drinks were spilled. Messes were made. Words were spoken. Stomachs were filled. Connections were made. What more could you really ask for? Delicately hearty sustenance was provided by Renzo Hall and Elijah Tarlow. With exquisite vibes curated by Loryn Cook and the all street gang. Invites for no. 2 coming soon…
+zoomers+
Performance is the oldest artform. People have been performing their identities since the dawn of civilization. Some performances are bad, others are ok, while some are truly magnificent. On November 10th and 18th, audiences were graced with pure dramedy brilliance. The reviews are in: Matthew Gasda and the zoomers cast have a super-smash hit on their hands.
»looking forward
+lea bertucci concert+
Prepare to immerse yourself in a world of acoustic phenomena, where the beats are bountiful and the sounds are ever on point. On November 26th, the composer and sound artist Lea Bertucci will be performing in support of her new release, “Of Shadow and Substance,” at All Street’s 119 Hester Street Location at 8pm. Buy Tix Here!
+nothing but trouble closing reception+
Everything ends, but before the velvety curtains of time close upon the debaucherous group exhibition at All Street’s 3rd st location forever, we’ll be celebrating one last time. There will be bodies, libations, performance, art, and performance art. Join us in the revels on Tuesday, November 28th, at 6pm!
words
+i’ll sleep when… by casper+
I make it. I can’t sleep for too long. My anxiety spikes. My chest gets tight. My mind crowds. The seconds, minutes, hours wasted. I can’t sleep. I try to convince myself of the benefits. If I’m tired I’ll be less creative. If I’m tired I wont functional as well. But there’s due dates looming. Holidays rapidly approaching. And Birthdays haunting around every corner. I need to maximize every 24 hours. Today I’ll make it. I just need two more hours. I just need one more night. Just a little bit longer. The cost-benefit analysis always tips towards work harder. Work longer. Don’t stop. Keep moving your feet. Keep blinking. Open your eyes. Open your eyes. Don’t let them… close. Another year gone. The pressure. Another year older. The pressure. Another year later than I expected. The pressure. In my dreams everything was so different. The pressure. Its building and the weight is paralyzing. Air becomes cement. Chips on shoulders swell to boulders unable to be shrugged off, pinning me down to the bed as foam devours my body and the pillow engulfs my head. Rise. Despite the weight weakening my bones and clouding my mind. Rise. Escape the weighted sheets and dulling slumbers. Rise. Wake up. I want nothing more than to lay down and unburden myself but I can’t give in. If I slow down its over, if I hesitate I lose. I have 8 million shadows in my city ready to surpass me. Ready to assume my role. Ready to steal my spot. At any moment the sidewalk could split open and swallow me whole. Dragging my dreams into the depths of pitch-black failure. You grew up under these lights. Endure the heat. Don’t sweat the small stuff. When the heat swells up in your body and your hands moisten and head gets hot, just stay cool. These blinding lights are familiar. The stars are dim up close and the gold isn’t really here. Self doubt creeps in but that pain is fake. My dreams are real. I’ve imagined my future so much it’s solid. I used to think it was inevitable. Not if but when. As if it was predetermined. Good things come to those who work ten times harder than anyone else. Blinders on. Don’t look at the rich kids. They don’t matter. Look straight. Eyes open. See the faces that matter. Everyone that made you. Everyone you love. Everyone you owe the world to. You’ll take care of them and then you’ll rest. Until then the loop continues. Just out of reach. The hope. The promise. It fuels me. Stay awake. Persevere. it will all be worth it in the end. They’ll be proud of you. They’ll be comfortable. And you can finally stop. And you can finally sleep. I used to take pride in my bloodshot eyes and proudly say if my city don’t sleep then neither can I. But now the truth is I can’t sleep no matter how hard I try cause I gotta make something of all the sleepless nights and be successful before I… But what if all my dreams come true and I still can’t sleep.
missed connections
+zoomers 11.18+
You: got a milky way from the concession stand
Me: also got a milky way from the concession stand
Description:
In my twenty something years in this galaxy I’ve never shared a milky way with another. Perhaps the celestial being, Mars, decided to come down from their chocolatey throne and deliver us with a mouthful of destiny. Could our love story be written in the stars?
+all st community dinner no.1+
You: look like a three course meal
Me: ready to feast
Description:
Our hands reached for the same piece of cheese and, from that moment, it was on. Playful invasions of personal space, held eye contact, witty banter that veered into teasing. It was as if we were transported back to the playground chasing one another in a flirtatious game of tag driven by lust and hunger. Despite having a full belly, by the end of the night I was absolutely famished.
+sunday salon 11.19+
You: must be lonely in heaven
Me: can show what earth looks like
Description:
Your silky smooth melodies burrowed into the ears and hearts of the crowd with warmth and gratitude. Based on western standards of music theory you would be considered a “prodigy,” and I know bearing the weight of such talent can be daunting and extremely isolating. So allow me to help. As a profoundly mediocre person in every aspect of life, perhaps my mid-ness can rub off on you and you can be freed of the burden of expectation.
horoscopes
+Aries+
You have three meals a day to nourish your body and stave off hunger, but how do you nourish your mind? Maybe the same way you conceive of a growling stomach as a reminder to eat, bad thoughts should be a reminder to think better.
+Taurus+
If you can’t take the heat, get out of the kitchen and sign on to Grubhub. Where you can grub what you love unless you can’t afford it then you better get used to the heat.
+Gemini+
Once you’re done lazily skimming this newsletter, google the nearest drive-thru and run there. Upon arrival, walk to the drive-thru window and order the meal that sounds most disgusting to you. Don’t look inside the bag. Run home immediately and put it under your bed. When the smell becomes unbearable, open it up and as soon as you look inside, you’ll know exactly what to do.
+Cancer+
Do you eat to live or live to eat? Or are you really just an agent operating in service of the fleshy capsule that withholds all the organs that dictate your every move. Have you ever made a decision that wasn’t directed to you by some part of the body?
+Leo+
You’re not a baby bird. No one is going to feed you anymore. So get out of the nest and spread your wings. Either you’ll soar and brutally murder another living creature in the name of hunger or you’ll plummet to the end of your being. Decisions :)
+Virgo+
You’re growing up. You moved into a new house and got a cutlery set. But does matching silverware really make your food taste better or does the purchase of every single fork, spoon, and knife really just fund the eurocentric western agenda?
+Libra+
Sharing food is sharing intimacy and no one likes a greedy grubster, unless you’re a raw vegan, then you can hoard all the leaves you want.
+Scorpio+
Why clean a plate only to get it dirty again?
+Sagittarius+
If you want your own fries then you should order your own fries. You can only exist for so long eating the fries of others.
+Capricorn+
If time is a loop and nothing ever really begins or ends, then are second helpings actually just a continuation of a singular meal?
+Aquarius+
Stay hungry. Stay foolish.
+Pisces+
Chew with your mouth closed.
