Tuesday, 15 April 2014

The CAIRO Launch

The concrete city of Bunkr Parukářka closed itself around us. I was ready for the show. There were wozzy burgers and booze; “Eat them before they eat you,” the bowler hat yelled. We laughed. The lights in the concrete halls went from neon blue to red. We populated these narrow tubes of stale air as the damp earth closed in on us. We lingered there like mongrels around an abandoned bar; smoking, while a man in t-shirt took pictures.

And there were books. All the Equus titles sprawled out on the table; a black and white picture of a woman's ass screaming up at you - Bataille. Some titles had colored covers, and there was even a cover with a frightened monkey with electrodes strapped to its head, imagine that. The prices were fair.

And then, at one point, as the night was getting started (it's really a question of the chicken or the egg), the gimp showed up. That's really the point of this whole thing, is the gimp. A little pitbull of a man burst onto the scene. A latex hood concealed his face, and sported leather gloves. All in black, he made up half of Bruce Wellie's retinue (you DO know Bruce Wellie, Don't YA?), the other being Artie Finkelsomething, Wellie's manager, agent, and possibly life-long mate. The gimp fit in somehow, but it really all got lost in the general hubbub. Artie stood there while Bruce strummed guitar and sang into a wobbly mike. An old-time watch in one hand, Artie made sure that Bruce doesn't go overtime. It happens. We laughed.

The atmosphere of the place was Fallout 2 meets Stalker, and many of us fine people found ourselves wondering just how well we would fare if the mushroom really did explode and sent the crystal death down on our heads. You should've seen the toilets. But it didn't seem to matter in the end, because there were two good ones up front by the bar. That's where the toilet paper was. I checked.

And then there was the book launch. Everyone really was waiting for that, even the gimp I think, because he sat up front with the others. Armand was seen reading from his new title CAIRO, which is really great (I haven't read it yet). He was sporting a bowler hat and Lennon sunglasses- very steampunk. And there was also David Vichnar, the publisher of Equus, who had on one of those Palestinian scarfs- a Keffiyeh, dear sir. And there was some sort of really cool sax player, but it all got lost in the general hubub.
Image credits: Veronika Vlak
Finally, the Turpentine Ray finished the deal by playing some sweet American tunes. The music went down like starstriped honey, occasionally goin' south for some of that Mississippi mud. Mark Tierney at the mic sang with soul.  Only the cello player seemed out of place, because really, no one expects cello in a bluegrass band. He sat there strumming that beautiful piece of dark wood, while the people around him howled for guts.

But in between all this there was stuff goin' on, business taken care of, sh*t put on the table. Thor Garcia was around, although, wait, get this, I overheard David asking Thor why he won't publish the next book with Equus, and Thor was all like, “No, wait, still working on it.” So that's a piece of info right there. But it did all get lost in the general hubbub. Also, somebody told me that I have a habit of rolling cigarettes furtively. Furtively. Now I'm not gonna name names or anything, but it did happen, which I found kinda cold. The gimp walked by. We laughed.

Jim Stein