Dear Friends
I cannot put it more plainly: the Last Peachy Coochy of the Season will take place next Thursday June 25th. Just think, Friends, two whole Seasons have passed, each Season comprising 9 months and each month comprising 5 Coocheurs which is 45 Coocheurs per unit Season which is 90 Coocheurs since the inception of the whole crazy, life-enhancing, team-building, inspiriting, runaway, whirlwind, tatterdemalion, light-hearted, frothpacked, foamfilled, bulgent, have-you-seen, must-have, let’s go, clippety clop, rickety rackety, jazz coloured, fresh, electrifying, hello mother, did I leave my coat here, puissant, ectoplasmic, rocking, feisty, hep, spunky, good morning mister andrews, jack of many pullovers, yellow, christine, caroline, eckhardt, tingling, poppy, bulgent, heterodox, delicious, enrobed, deep fine leg, brisk, enpaced, movish, alongular, winsome, irradiated, flushed, enstartled, praxic, appointing, engruntling, who are you looking at, instep, outfront, disbodying, entrancing, enchanting, spellbinding, classy, of the people, of the populace, of them, the massive, the wide, the enbiggened, the opening, the way in, the way out, the distance made near, the far made close, the away made home, the tarmac made den, the airfield made niche, the spot made prick, the point made sharp, the mystery deepened, the unhelpful to the fore, the revelation smirched, the glimpse gone, the need, the yearn, the healing power of story, excuse me while I retch, the axelrod, the roving reporter, the contretemps, big, funny, jerky, the shapes thrown, the mustard cut, the full basket, the rug cut, the cards cut, the kid cute, the bicycling holiday, the infamous four, the neglected three, the lonely one, the sociopathic six or seven depending, here are some moments that I lived earlier, here are photos of Gran, here is Callum, here is Philip, there goes that cat you killed Tony, I never, yes you did you fucking stamped on it, I never, the bustle, the pack, the number, bulgent, full, bristling, undressed, socked, shoed, implenished, blue, green, up, in, by, at, get,
This is what you get:
David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites
The projector projects 20 images for precisely 20 seconds each. The Coocheur (or Presenter) speaks for precisely twenty seconds per image. Randomness is discouraged but narrative linearity is not automatically esteemed.
David Gale, having launched a nationwide performance must-have, continues to curate this series of Peachy Coochy events at ArtsAdmin’s new, stylish yet reassuring Bar. Each event features six Coocheurs, or Presenters, drawn from many walks of life. Each Coocheur will compose a verbal response to 20 images of their choice. Each presentation lasts 6 minutes and 40 seconds. There will be gaps between presentations for drinking and light conversation.
David, something of a Black Belt in these matters, will both compere and present the chopped torrent that can never be the same river twice.
A recent:
“It is not the table the chair it is the atoms the light the sense of the invisible the lifting of the veil”
(Sylvia 3/06/09)
Peachy Coochy Nites subscribes to the the National Belief System and is therefore committed to the provision of a wide range of contributors such as the impersonator, the fraud, the copyist, the colourist, the marker, the maker, the destroyer, the undoer of worlds, the spoiler of schemes, the darkener of doors.
The next Peachy Coochy Nite will be held, as usual, in the Bar at Toynbee Studios on Thursday June 25th at 7.30 pm. Tickets £5.00. Booking advised but walk up welcome.
more details here:
http://www.artsadmin.co.uk/projects/project.php?id=211
and a map here:
http://www.artsadmin.co.uk/contacts/
The Guardian catches some cooch:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/theatreblog/2008/nov/17/theatre-peachy-coochy-performance-art
Some of you, pleased by the Nite, may wish to compose your own presentations. See me afterwards.
The Nites will run on the last Thursday of each month. You will be notified.
The third season of Peachy Coochy will open on Thursday September 24th.
all the best
David
Dear Friends,
In my capacity as Curator of David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites (I am David Gale) I am frequently asked to cocktail parties by people who wish to butter me up. Why, only the other day I went to one and some people stood me on a table and passed up compliments. As I reacted to each compliment they could see my reaction. I think this is why they did that (rather than having me among them on the floor). I could tell that they all wanted to do a Peachy Coochy presentation having heard of the great success of the text and image entertainment in London.
At first I found their attentions pleasing – after all, when I was a child I was frequently told to get up on a table and take down my trousers and underpants whereafter they would shout at my penis. I don’t know how many readers out there – the males, necessarily – have had this. It’s dreadful. There really is nothing to be said for it. It doesn’t build your character – no, it doesn’t!
Sometimes I think that this whole fantastically successful Peachy Coochy thing (that I curate) is just a transparent tissue enabling me to work off the shock of having people shout at my penis. This is not to say that the shows are not great. They are great! This is not to say that the Coocheurs (Presenters – it’s a Peachy Coochy term) are also driven by comparably assaultive early experiences. They are not! The Coocheurs are straight down the line people with whom what you see is what you get!
This is what you get:
David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites
The projector projects 20 images for precisely 20 seconds each. The Coocheur (or Presenter) speaks for precisely twenty seconds per image. Randomness is discouraged but narrative linearity is not automatically esteemed.
David Gale, having launched a nationwide performance must-have, continues to curate this series of Peachy Coochy events at ArtsAdmin’s new, stylish yet reassuring Bar. Each event features six Coocheurs, or Presenters, drawn from many walks of life. Each Coocheur will compose a verbal response to 20 images of their choice. Each presentation lasts 6 minutes and 40 seconds. There will be gaps between presentations for drinking and light conversation.
David, something of a Black Belt in these matters, will both compere and present the angular chromed components that, while resembling a teasing diversion, never reassemble into a traditional wire puzzle like you get in crackers.
One of those people at the party said:
“It is of the earth this Peachy Coochy. It is text and image gold!”
(Rhys 01/05/09)
Peachy Coochy Nites subscribes to the the National Belief System and is therefore committed to the provision of a wide range of contributors such as the bellringer, the holidaymaker, the driver, the putter, the placer, the taker, the mover, the shaper, the composer, the careless individual, the cackhand.
The next Peachy Coochy Nite will be held, as usual, in the Bar at Toynbee Studios on Thursday May 28th at 7.30 pm. Tickets £5.00. Booking advised but walk up welcome.
more details here:
http://www.artsadmin.co.uk/projects/project.php?id=211
and a map here:
http://www.artsadmin.co.uk/contacts/
The Guardian catches some cooch:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/theatreblog/2008/nov/17/theatre-peachy-coochy-performance-art
Some of you, pleased by the Nite, may wish to compose your own presentations. See me afterwards.
The Nites will run on the last Thursday of each month. You will be notified.
all the best
David
Dear Friends
the police have captured Peachy because of his flamboyance. I receive a call from the police in the night and go to their place, positioned between a good part of town and a bad part of town. “It doesn’t look good,” says an Officer, “We suspect that he is a nutjob.” As I enter the interrogation room, with its stables full of lowing cattle and quiet young pigs, I see immediately the problem. It is his outfit. Peachy, a text and image entertainment taking hold currently in the cities, is wearing his satin running shorts again. The trouble is that he has pulled them up very high so that the waistband is just beneath his chin. This has the effect of showing the policemen and the animals just exactly what is not generally deemed appropriate unless you are among close, forgiving friends and acquaintances. I noticed the police’s hands.
Their hands were like hands, yes, but hands taken from much bigger men with much bigger hands. A petulant cry fractured my reverie.
“I want to be known as Pierre!”
It was Peachy. He was not content with his name. The one I had given him. He wanted something that little bit more continental.
“Officer,” I began. “He is only an entertainment. To treat him otherwise is to enflesh him and this is what you have done.”
“It is certainly true, sir,” began the Officer, “that the longer we detain him the more odious he becomes. In our opinion.”
“Let me take him to a place where his requirement to fulfil that which is expected of him is of a magnitude to make him buckle down. In a non-human way,” I ended.
“Would that be one of your Nites, sir? If you don’t mind me asking,” he enquired.
“Yes, Dan,” I said.
By the time we arrived at Toynbee Studios next week Peachy Coochy was a framework again.
This is what you get:
David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites
The projector projects 20 images for precisely 20 seconds each. The Coocheur (or Presenter) speaks for precisely twenty seconds per image. Randomness is discouraged but narrative linearity is not automatically esteemed.
David Gale, having launched a nationwide performance must-have, continues to curate this series of Peachy Coochy events at ArtsAdmin’s new, stylish yet reassuring Bar. Each event features six Coocheurs, or Presenters, drawn from many walks of life. Each Coocheur will compose a verbal response to 20 images of their choice. Each presentation lasts 6 minutes and 40 seconds. There will be gaps between presentations for drinking and light conversation.
David, something of a Black Belt in these matters, will both compere and present the segments that, while full of flavour, should not be seen as constituting the pie.
This passerby was pleased in this way:
“Now I want to get up on that plinth beside Sir Antony Gormley.”
(Paul 27/03/09)
Peachy Coochy Nites subscribes to the the National Belief System and is therefore committed to the provision of a wide range of contributors such as the proselyte, the stylite, the nectarine, the avocet, the enthusiast, the fulsome person, the numbnuts.
The next Peachy Coochy Nite will be held, as usual, in the Bar at Toynbee Studios on Thursday April 30th at 7.30 pm. Tickets £5.00. Booking advised but walk up welcome.
more details here:
http://www.artsadmin.co.uk/projects/project.php?id=211
and a map here:
http://www.artsadmin.co.uk/contacts/
The Guardian catches some cooch:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/theatreblog/2008/nov/17/theatre-peachy-coochy-performance-art
Some of you, pleased by the Nite, may wish to compose your own presentations. See me afterwards.
The Nites will run on the last Thursday of each month. You will be notified.
all the best
David
Dear Friends
Peachy Coochy, the popular text and image entertainment, recently professed an interest in Surrealism, the strange art movement. He set out on his upright bicycle and was not seen for several days. When I next came across him, quite by chance, he was standing on a table in an ordinary café in the Victoria area of London. “Beauty will be convulsive or will not be at all!” he shouted. It was clear from their respectful demeanour that many of the patrons were in agreement with him.
I knew that Peachy was very fond of the cape, which he saw as a versatile and stylish outer garment. Generally he would wear outsized and mismatched military fatigues beneath the swirl of fabric. On this occasion, however, he sported only a pair of dark blue woollen bathing trunks of the ill-fitting 1950s variety.
More arresting, however, was the entertainment’s tabletop behaviour:
Peachy Coochy, the diversion, bore, in his left hand (he is gauche), a straight stick torn from a tree, the far end of which (that is, the stick) was in another man’s custard, swirling, as if the entertainment’s own cloak had imparted its key and flamboyant characteristic to the sugared sauce, and bearing, at the stick’s tip, surfacing from time to time like the glimpsed whale, a sausage, impaled.
I sensed that this was all very well. That you do not sink a savoury into another’s sweet. That our moments were numbered. “On my back, Richard!” I instructed. (I called him ‘Richard’ in order not to compromise the Peachy Coochy Nites.) We raced across town. Soon we would be at Toynbee Studios.
This is what you get:
David Gale’s Peachy Coochy Nites
The projector projects 20 images for precisely 20 seconds each. The Coocheur (or Presenter) speaks for precisely twenty seconds per image. Randomness is discouraged but narrative linearity is not automatically esteemed.
David Gale, having launched a nationwide performance must-have, continues to curate this series of Peachy Coochy events at ArtsAdmin’s new, stylish yet reassuring Bar. Each event features six Coocheurs, or Presenters, drawn from many walks of life. Each Coocheur will compose a verbal response to 20 images of their choice. Each presentation lasts 6 minutes and 40 seconds. There will be gaps between presentations for drinking and light conversation.
David, something of a Black Belt in these matters, will both compere and present the constituents that, while essentially contained, do not, thereby, compound a smoothness.
The Nites loosen the tongue for example this aside:
“If everything lasted that long how fast the world would be!”
(Edith 28/02/09)
Peachy Coochy Nites subscribes to the the National Belief System and is therefore committed to the provision of a wide range of contributors such as the lepidopterist, the trapper, the detainer, the ship that passes in the night, the tramp, the upstart, the downer, the evenhanded son of a gun.
The next Peachy Coochy Nite will be held, as usual, in the Bar at Toynbee Studios on Thursday March 26th at 7.30 pm. Tickets £5.00. Booking advised but walk up welcome.
more details here:
http://www.artsadmin.co.uk/projects/project.php?id=211
and a map here:
http://www.artsadmin.co.uk/contacts/
The Guardian catches some cooch:
http://www.guardian.co.uk/stage/theatreblog/2008/nov/17/theatre-peachy-coochy-performance-art
Some of you, pleased by the Nite, may wish to compose your own presentations. See me afterwards.
The Nites will run on the last Thursday of each month. You will be notified.
all the best
David
