The Core issue 93 release event and Iao Core: “Singularity” CD Listening Party

They are soooo here. The Winter 2011/2012 copies of the 93rd issue of The Core. These gorgeous, hand made, investment quality art zines are limited to 200 copies of each issue. Each mag has a painting of an Enochian Angel by yours truly, Johannes Ayres, as it's back cover, so this will be the last time all 200 paintings can be viewed at the same time and anyone interested in picking out the painting they want gracing the back of their copy can do so. This Friday evening, I will show you the process of production of the Enochian Angel Paintings, and you can view all 200 before they catch the four winds, and be the first to hear the new Iao Core CD "singularity" (it's awesome). Live performances by

spiffywingedserpent
and
Strontium 90 (Japan)

Neon Leon and ADHDJ
will spin Electronic Body Music, and some will begin torso-miming the first act of a logistical play, startling and incestuous protective and cacoëpistic, so pretty and artistic, vernacular and déclassé little flyers.

Celebrity guests will read excerpts from the new issue of The Core
and Cash Hose will give a slide presentation/lecture on his recent trip to the Abyss …
Will there be Time-traveling Sex Magicians? Yes, there will Time-traveling Sex Magicians, and there’s an amazing Tarot reader (a bastard daughter of yours, if Reverend Martini is to be believed) who will read the cards for you for tips and cheese. You needn’t dress in any but the most perfunctory manner nor bring any crickets (there will be plenty of those!) Intelligence is the greatest aphrodisiac, but a dab of extract from a civet's anal gland and a nice pair of shoes will work just as well today. This event is free of charge before 9:00 and 5 dollars after and will take place from 8:00 p.m. to 1:00 a.m. in the Grand Ballroom of the Historic Merritt Lodge, 2332 Harrison in Oakland, California, which may or may not be the arsehole of the universe, but one thing is certain: Art of this almost other-worldly nature could not be created within the confines of the civilized world. It is Art that pleads a kind of lost divine madness a its guiding inspiration. the center will make itself known to those who will be a part of it there and who will find their way there and those who are to be a part of it in another location will also respond to the gravitational pull of Love in evolution, embracing the death of the false, for the endless perpetuation of the real, via the mysterious process of change, which is the dance performed by that which is immortal in us …and is the perceptible part of the divine in demonstration of it. In any case, help is on the way. Endure and believe, because, whatever happens is supposed to happen, because evil is in the process of destroying itself; however they do it, let them do it. Get out of their way. Believe me…. They will be running for the fire doors. Step aside. You know what? Don’t listen to me. You can do as you like. Do something. Don’t do something. Enjoy listening to the new Iao Core album. “Singularity“. The ball is either in your court or the dealer wants to know if you would like a card. I can’t make that decision for you but based on what I have experienced, read about, dreamed …and… that inexplicable thing. I think you are going to be okay if you are and if you are not; then there’s still time because you are reading this...............................................................................................................................
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What is most important to this Core Event is your Presence…. At sunrise on Saturday the 21st, IAO Core invites you to the rooftop of the Lake Merrtit Lodge for a secret set. Don't spend the morning in the living room, searching for the previous evening as though it were a dissevered cobra, the sections of which were hidden here and there about the room. . . No matter how cleverly you seek, however, you can't seem to find the head or the tip of its other extremity, the tail; so you are by no means certain of the creature’s real dimension, of how much there was left to uncover. Even when you check behind what we all thought to be the object which might most obviously conceal a clue— a curiously slashed landscape painting which hung at a disconcerting angle on the fruit-splattered wall— you'll find nothing but a pair of immaculate formal gloves nailed to the plaster. The real deal will take place on the rooftop..../..