by carl wilson

Brother Love's Epistolary Trampoline Travellin' Show
(And An Invitation for New Yorkers)

The Trampoline Hall Love Show: Photo by Lee Towndrow.

I may not be around much this week: I'm off to gamble my aesthetics away on a (kind of) close encounter with Celine Dion in Las Vegas. I'll try to drop in. For now I have other things to tell you.

Last week's edition of Trampoline Hall was one of the loveliest ever, or at least the most love-obsessed. For those who don't know, the show features three people giving lectures on subjects in which they are not expert, followed by questions from the audience, and I am the doorman. This time it was curated by my partner-in-ticket-taking Lauren Bride, and featured three radically contrasting talks on eros and its errors. (The questions posed: Is romantic love harmful to creativity? What if you think you're incapable of love? Mightn't some kind of arranged marriage be a more sensible way to find lasting love than the North American random-kamikaze-dating model?)

The tickets to the show were each distinct love letters handwritten by the curator, all perfumed, and many of them including a genuine lock of her hair. We had also solicited letters on the subject of heartbreak from the public: If you sent one to Lauren's post-office box, you were admitted free. These letters were available to be read during the show - albeit only if you approached the British-accented, bespectacled young lady acting as the "archivist" in the back of the room (at the pool table), and agreed to don protective white gloves while handling the letters, many of which were surprisingly elaborate and moving.

Now, all these things can be seen online. There are photographs by Lee Towndrow (one is above). But there is also an archive of the letters written and received by Lauren, which you can access from here. And in fact, Lauren actually would like to receive more letters on the question of what good comes from heartbreak. If you'd like to write her, consult this page.

I also wanted to let you know that if by any chance you will be in Manhattan on Wednesday, there's going to be a New York Trampoline Hall show that day, with three lecturers talking about things other than love. One of them will be Sheila Heti, who is also launching the U.S. edition of her novel Ticknor (with Farrar Straus and Giroux) that evening. Sheila is the inventor of Tramp. Hall, and she has never given a lecture at a show before, so it's a bit of an event. I don't know who the other two will be. Later: Her lecture will be called "Why Go Out?" - that is, why do we leave home and socialize? The others will be one by a young man named Aaron Mate and a doubles lecture in which artist/actor Stephen Lack (celebrated painter, and also star of Scanners, frequently identified as one of that movie's "major liabilities" by critics) will perform - without ever having read it or even learning the subject before hitting the stage - a lecture written by his son Asher, of NYC band Lost at Sea.

The show will be hosted as always by Misha Glouberman, which, trust me, is enough reason to attend. It takes place at the Slipper Room, with which says "There is Absolutely Nothing Wrong", at 167 Orchard St., doors at 7:30, show at 8 pm sharp, admission $7, set by Leanne Shapton.

| Posted by zoilus on Monday, March 20 at 02:51 AM | Linking Posts | Comments (6)



honestly, the celine LV pilgrimmage is something i'll do before i die...or whenever her contract is up--whichever comes first.

Posted by brian on March 22, 2006 09:22 AM



Thanks. She's HOT!

Posted by alez on March 22, 2006 01:46 AM



Hey Alex, the pamphlet was probably made - if it 's the same as what's on the website? - by Margaux Williamson, who does almost all the design for TH these days. If you want to see more of her work:

Posted by zoilus on March 20, 2006 06:38 PM



Hey Carl,
do you happen to know who made the flyer for Tramp.Hall in NY? - i love it.

Posted by alez on March 20, 2006 05:53 PM



Thanks for the heads up. We may very well check out "A Very Special TH in NYC" (even though you won't be our doorman).

Posted by jennifer on March 20, 2006 03:12 PM



For fucks sake Wilson.

Stop taunting me with all the awasome shit I could be doing if I wasnt sitting alone in front of the TV (wearing my coat because we dont have this "heating" thing in houses built in 1819) watching Dark Angel reruns.

I probably wont mail lauren a letter. Mark kozelek said everything I want to to say about being broken hearted. (sure so did dylan, but he made music about being broken hearted because of YOUR disfunctions. A boring topic. Kozelek covers the much more intresting topic of being broken hearted because of HER. One RHP show i saw he dedicated Mistress "to this bitch that I fucking hate").

The broken hearted Guy Tanentzapf

Posted by guy tanentzapf on March 20, 2006 01:46 PM




Zoilus by Carl Wilson