Currently we're involved in our band Sci-Fi Uterus, having just released our first CD and working on our second. We enjoy our weekly journeys into Denver where we meet with our good friends and fellow conspirators, Jim Finster and Roger Beauchamp in their Colfax bungalow to dream up new sounds, new sights.
We just returned from a trip to Europe, flying into Paris and then catching a train to Amsterdam where we distributed Sci-Fi Uterus CDs to every smokin' coffee house we could find. What an adventure, what a civilized society. We're currently researching how to move there. Love it, love it, love it. The underground culture there is thriving and MAD. Perfect fit.
The last three years we've spent reuniting and enjoying the Ecstasy of our Union after a brief melt-down. G escaped and retreated to Boulder, Colorado. H transplanted, managing his poet soul into oblivion in shit hole New Jersey and astounding Manhattan where city pulse touched his own through a four year recording obsession with Jim Stiene. Met in Madrid in 1994 after living apart for 5 years and exorcised our demons. Then did a bit of traveling down the coast of Spain, enjoying the pleasure of being Together again. Moved to Colorado and refocused our energies on the LIVE performance. In 1995 we founded Grant R Productions to give our creative spirit a vehicle to drive. We produced and performed a crazy spoken word performance outdoors in a little mountain town deep in the Rockies on Halloween night. A video, "G and H, Live in Ward" documented this strange but beautiful performance including the ensuing snow storm that drove us to scream louder.
In 1996, Word broke and the International Drag Poets Ball was the hit. We premiered this live subculture event at the Elk's Lodge in downtown bumfuck Longmont, Colorado...hired the Guardian Angels as security...ended up using them as a buffer not to outside influences as we thought but rather the Elks themselves who were a bit preturbed/disturbed and admittedly mislead into thinking this was a "folk" inspired arts festival. THINK AGAIN. Needless to say, we had to move on and staged successful shows in Denver at the Mercury Cafe and then took it on the road for the Texas BBQ Edition at Club Clearview in Dallas and the DogStar Saloon in Ft. Worth. A video, "International Drag Poets' Ball, 1996 the Year Word Broke" documented the insanity.
In 1997 we spent the summer with Roger Beauchamp, lost within an empty storefront on Colfax Avenue, the longest street in America, transforming it into the futuristic playground that would ultimately become UROFAX. Produced a third video to record the future, "UROFAX."
And of course, before that...the entire youthful years of G and H...the fateful year of meeting in 1983. The subsequent years of spoken word performance in a then abandoned and usually vacant Deep Ellum in downtown Dallas. We arrived one night in 1984 to 500 Cafe and agreed to change our lives. Our first incarnation as "G and H" when we auditioned for Gregory Marcy in his loft. We devoted ourselves to bringing a live poetry performance to any audience willing to listen to something REAL, RAW, and ALIVE. We wheedled our way into Club Dada, the Twilight Room, Theater Gallery and the rest of the early club scene...even guerilla performances in art galleries and on local streets. Starving Poets.
In 1985 moved to Taos, New Mexico and got a taste of Beauty. H did a homeless tour thru Haight Ashbury Tenderloin China Town San Francisico, Oakland, California. Returned to Taos. 1986: got married. Found many poems in our souls. Discovered peyote.
Later in '86, moved back to Dallas. Saved our hard earned money in a cardboard box and traveled to Europe to experience it first hand. Munich, Paris, Rome, Barcelona, London. Knew we'd be back. Had to go back.
Returned to Dallas in '87, continued the scene...performing, mixing with the other pranksters...recorded two tracks on the Spoken Word Anthology of Dallas Poets, "Morrison Street", produced by Les Michaels. Frequent guests on the hip local poetry cable show produced by poet Karen X. Enjoyed the celebrity, the freedom, the endless painting.
Loaded up a 1970 Ford Truck with questionable camper and drove from Texas to Central America. Explored the Yucatan, fell in love with Tulum, camped for weeks in Belize. Rediscovered God.
In 1988 moved across the prarie to little step-child neighbor Ft. Worth, Texas. Lived in an abandoned gymnasium in the worst part of town. Police helicopters buzzing around at night looking for Mr. Shadow. H wrote a play, "Year of Bad Hygiene" that the Tarrant County Arts Alliance produced and G wrote a book of dream poetry, "The Autobiography of Lois Culture" that they printed. Later met up with local bad boys Kevin White and Lizard and proceeded to create "Moaning Llamas/Psychic Dogs" a noise word band that almost destroyed the world. (and several bars in Cowtown.)
And that's it in a nutshell, or two to be exact. With all of the poetry, the plays, the 'zines ("Gloria Alaska"), the music, the live spoken word, the dogs (Nikkos, Pablo, Zeus, Lola, Hudson, and Nino Brown) our friends, the collaborations, the travels, the Experience, the Love, OUR LIVES TOGETHER.
We're BACK.
