Austin Chronicle on ART OUTSIDE 2012

“Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead,” I say as we re-enter the main festival area. “It’s at one-thirty in the morning, on the Folk It Up Stage?”

Thank YOU Wayne Allen Brenner at The Austin Chronicle for giving a lil’ love to THE Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? SHOW.  We’re so glad you came to ART OUTSIDE.  And we hope to see you soon… hopefully alive!  HA HA HA!

Fire in the Night, Music in Bone-Deep Bassnote Throbs

Reveling among the multiform delights of Art Outside

By Wayne Alan Brenner, 1:31PM, Mon. Oct. 29

Bark & spark in the smoky smoky  dark

Bark & spark in the smoky smoky dark
by Shelley Hiam

I want to tell you about the men and women with the live fireworks exploding off the tops of their heads.

Yes, and I want to tell you about fire-dancers twirling balls of flames in swift choreography with eerily costumed dancers who wear stilts on their hands and their feet; about the exotically decorated bicycles that light up the night with giant wheeled butterflies and a ghost-pale, many-ridered rattlesnake that stretches almost a city block; about the scattered array of canvases being painted by laidback artists who work in the glow of spastic lights and hammering bass from the nearby dome in which DJs pump trance and dubstep and, hell, maybe even lime-green jazz into a throbbing, jerking mass of scantily but brightly clad and sweating humanity.

I want to tell you about that and more, but first I need to make a little confession.

Listen: I don’t do live music.

I mean, I don’t go to see it, as they say.

And already, with that they say, with a stubborn insistence that one would more certainly go to hear live music – right? – I brand myself as a different sort of freak here in the freak-loving Live Music Capital of the World.

And who doesn’t go to experience live music, let’s say, in Austin, Texas? What sort of gormless fool would that be, d’you think?

Or, at least, whose life doesn’t more or less revolve around the whole going-to-experience-live-music-as-often-as-possible thing?

Mine, okay? My life. The life of the man who’s more into listening to sonic brilliance or even just pleasant tunes in the privacy of his own room … but who is, nonetheless, about to regale you with the (largely music-based) wonders of Art Outside, the festival of audio and visual and performative arts that happens once a year up there in the tree-studded, camping-ready wilderness of Apache Pass.

But why would I even go to such a thing in the first place?

That’s a valid question, friend.
And it’s answered right here.

And so, up to Apache Pass I went – with Chronicle photographer Shelley Hiam and her beau, the computer wizard Brandon Watkins, along for the ride. Well, not just “along for the ride,” especially since we traveled in separate cars, but because I wanted some good company. More to the point: So we could bring this fierce photo gallery back for you to see.

Art Outside?
Art Outside.

Holy shit, it was a terrific time.

After too much stop-and-go traffic along I-35 on a Friday afternoon, after swifter passage through the barely urban hubs of Hutto and Thorndale and Thrall, I finally pulled into the Apache Pass grounds. Apache Pass: It’s like Austin’s Zilker Park on meadow-enhancing steroids and set down in the middle of Texas nowhere. I grabbed my press wristband from the check-in tent – Thanks, Tara Lacey of Giant Noise – and went to park my car, a Toyota Echo that’s black and sweet but doesn’t have a license plate that says KWLSKI, in the camping area several hundred yards away.

In the Echo: A sleeping bag borrowed from opera singer and frequent camper Emily Breedlove; two slightly different bags of HEB bulk trail mix; two tall bottles of Smartwater; a couple extra pairs of disposable contact lenses (in case the ones I had in my eyes were compromised or destroyed, thus turning me into a taller, male, balding version of Helen Keller with slightly better hearing).

Wandered back to the check-in area, met up with Shelley and Brandon, and hearkened (with a ragtag group of other, exclusively web-based, journos) unto the welcoming spiel of Art Outside’s Media & Artist Liaison, Marcus Swagger.

“You have any problems during the festival, just ask for Swagger,” our pre-departure email had advised. And now here was that very Swagger himself, looking kind of like the Risky Business-aged Tom Cruise had been cast as Shaggy in a live-action Scooby-Doo movie. He told us the sorts of things we could expect to experience, described the festival’s various aspects as 1) awesome, 2) amazing, 3) awesome and amazing, and 4) sick. He effused, fielded mid-spiel interruptions from other festival staff who needed various liaisonal situations attended to, and held on tightly to the small curly-haired white dog wriggling in his arms.


Me, indicating the dog: Who’s this?
Swagger, happily scritching the dog’s head: This is Mr. Gadget.
Me: Ah, a Bichon Frise?
Swagger: A lotta people think so, but, no, he’s a Maltey-Poo.

[Brief pause while I suspect Swagger of having voiced a baby-talk version of “Maltese,” but realize he means that Mr. Gadget is, in fact, a Maltese-Poodle mix.]

Me: Oh, cool.


Next, a ride with another journo (and the aforementioned Mr. Gadget) in Swagger’s electric cart, the Media Liaison pointing out the various epicenters of creation: The Deco Dome, from which the heaviest DJ-fueled music will emanate; the New Movement Theatre, where stand-up comedy and spoken-word harangues will spill onto the comfy-chaired audience; the Art Gallery, stocked with various examples of painted or sculpted surrealism and psychedelia – some of which, it turns out, would greatly improve even fancier, non-festival venue walls; the Folk It Up Stage, for more intimate, less techno-redolent performances; the Nouveau Stage, where the sort of bands featured might be tossed roughly into some alt-rock/alt-blues/alt-punk category until some alt-indignant musician breaks his Stratocaster over the head of the erstwhile pigeonholer. And, scattered among those major sites, smaller outcroppings of active philosophy promoting eco-awareness and do-it-yourself lifestyles and what the yogacentric population likes to call “conscious living.” And, of course, the Marketplace: A long dirt-floored avenue of brightly festooned booths hawking art and jewelry and clothing and artily bejeweled clothing.

There’s a lot of art, alright.
And it’s all outside.

It’s a little past six o’clock on Friday evening, and this thing is still building up steam: More tents are being erected, easels being placed, the grills of foodcarts being fired up. Kids are running everywhere – it’s a very kid-friendly event. It’s a very people-friendly event, with performers and random wanderers smiling and dancing and greeting strangers as they pass. There’s a sort of hippie sunshine vibe that’s so earnestly threatening to erode my Hardwon Carapace of Cynicism™ that, having been deposited in the midst of things by the ever-in-demand Swagger, I head for respite in the Artists’ Lounge behind the Nouveau Stage – where it’s been promised that media types can wet their whistles with coffee and beer and, perhaps, the sweet nectar that comes of the festival’s Drambuie sponsorship.

(In Heaven, they say, everyone enjoys the sweet nectar of their own, personal Drambuie sponsorship.)

There is coffee a-brewing in this lounge beneath the immense white tarp that’s poked skyward by several gigantic tentpoles. There’s coffee and beer (Lone Star and Stoney’s, specifically) and bottled water and a bowl of some grain-based party mix and a basket of granola bars and another basket of fresh fruit. And there’s this young guy behind the makeshift counter: Brett Gallion. He’s an Art Outside volunteer, putting in some hours in lieu of shelling out the admission fee, never been to this festival before although he’d also done the volunteer thing at last weekend’s Austin City Limits Festival. He’s got a poi, one of those juggling-balls-attached-by-string rigs, that he practices with while the coffee’s still dripping.


Go ahead, friend him on Facebook: Brett Gallion

Tell him Brenner sent you; he won’t know what the fuck you’re talking about.


This longhaired Gallion’s a biology student, usually; right now, though, as a new band starts warming up on the adjacent Nouveau Stage, he’s pouring hot java and telling me there’s gonna be a whole Drambuie set-up in the other lounge, in the Artists’ Camping Area, around 8pm.

Turns out that my Chronicle comrades, Shelley and Brandon, have set up their tent not too far from that lounge; turns out they can walk to it in about, oh, eight seconds.

“This is great,” I say, sipping Drambuie, walking with my friends in the just-past-8pm shadows of the Artists’ Camping Area. Shelley’s got her own clear plastic cup of whiskey; Brandon’s downing a cold Stoney’s between puffs on his cigarette. Other people are walking by us, singly or in groups, through the growing darkness: People with glowsticks, people with facepaint, people with tulle fairy-wings strapped to their backs. “I’m liking this whole Art Outside thing.”

“Yeah,” says Brandon. “Yeah, this is pretty cool.”

“Oh, man,” says Shelley. “I think I’m gonna get a lot of great photos here. What was the name of that thing you said you’re supposed to see tonight?”

“Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead,” I say as we re-enter the main festival area. “It’s at one-thirty in the morning, on the Folk It Up Stage?”

We walk past some grassy staging area beyond the Art Gallery. Well, no. We start to walk past some grassy staging area beyond the Art Gallery, but there’s a crowd gathering there in the darkness, a crowd illuminated by flickering light, and we pause to see what’s up. What’s up is a performance by Flam Chen: Fire-dancers and stilt-walkers and aerial acrobats, performing in synchronized rhythms, enacting some vague movement-enhancing narrative – and it’s a beautiful, riveting spectacle. We move in close, Brandon killing his cigarette, Shelley adjusting the lenses on her Canon 50D, figuring we’ll spend just a few minutes checking out the action.

We don’t leave until half an hour later.

“God damn,” I swear as we walk away. “That was … ” I rummage my mind for a decent adjective, recalling Swagger’s four descriptives. “That was awesome,” I say. “That was amazing.”

“Yeah,” says Brandon. “Yeah, that was pretty cool.”

There’s a guitarist and a drummer unleashing something loud and passionate under the bright lights of the Nouveau Stage. There’s some comedian cracking wise about Facebook in the New Movement Theatre. There are cyclists circling nearby, flaunting the gossamer animal-themed vehicles of the Austin Bike Zoo. There are painters applying acrylics to spotlit canvases beneath the surrounding trees. There are random people messing around with jugglesticks and poi in the shadows. There’s also a growing hollow spot in my belly that the Drambuie and coffee and grain-based party mix aren’t having much effect on. “Anybody else feel like getting something to eat?” I say.

We go in search of food.

What we find that looks most enticing, carnivores that we are, is a trailer called Foghorns over by the Folk It Up Stage. Whether it’s called Foghorns, plural, in honor of those booming noisemakers used to keep ships from crashing into a reef or a shore, or Foghorn’s, possessive but with a missing apostrophe, as if run by a certain Warner Brothers character, I forget to ask as Shelley and Brandon and I are greeted through the vendor window by a cheerful woman named Cameron Dodson and place orders for a cheeseburger each – the last burgers available that night, as it turns out.


Me: How’s business?

Cameron: Business tonight is fantastic. It’s just Friday night and we’ve actually sold out of our hamburgers – and I brought 100. So we’re going to make a run tomorrow to get some more supplies. I thought, “Let’s just buy 100 and see how it goes,” and we’ve been rocking.

Me: And the fest’s not even as packed as it’s gonna be tomorrow, right?

Cameron: Yeah – wait until tomorrow. Tomorrow and tomorrow night will be crazy.


We stand there near the Foghorns condiment station, three Chronicle staffers vigorously masticating, introducing bread and cheese and the grilled flesh of however many cows to the wonders of peristalsis. The bass from the Deco Dome a hundred yards away thumps invitingly on. Four cyclists roll past in single file, each bike festooned with multicolored bulbs of light that dangle from stiff wires on a pole rising from the back fender, glowing like swarms of fireflies as they ride through the dark. Two young guys in tie-dyed T-shirts walk by; I hear one saying earnestly to the other, “No, man, you really have to consider this aside from the political standpoints …” before the sound of their conversation is as lost to distance as they’re lost to the shadows.

I swallow the last of the meat and bread. “I don’t know, y’all,” I say, “maybe it’s just ’cause I’m hungrier than I thought? But that burger was fucking incredible.”

“I think so, too,” says Shelley, wiping grease from her fingers with a paper napkin. “That was definitely a great cheeseburger.”

“Yeah,” says Brandon. “Yeah, that was pretty good.”

We wander away beneath the stars, drawn toward the Deco Dome by the gravity of that thumping bass. A guy who goes by the name Psymbionic is set up in there now, the pocket program tells me.

Psymbionic’s doing mystic ninja things with his turntables and knobs, causing the crowd packed inside – and the brownian overflow around the dome’s front – to shift and sway, to shimmy and shake, to move as if the tall ginger wraith of a DJ with shoulder-length dreads is feeding Tesla’s own current directly into every gotta-dance muscle in their bodies. Shelley and Brandon and I stand along the outside, looking in. People are milling around us, jockeying for better viewing position or insinuating themselves between the dome’s support struts and into the main action in front of the stage while the mechanized light panels and instruments shimmer and pulse. Shelley snaps photos. Brandon lights another cigarette. Psymbionic, dreads flying as he moves, does that thing to the bass where the sawtooth waveforms of sound are chopped way down and – oh, holy Jesus Dubstep Christ, I move into the dome to meet the beat upclose & personal and spend the next twenty minutes or so dancing like maybe a fifty-year-old man in other than top shape shouldn’t.


“You dance,” my friend Sylvia once told me in the mid-80s, when we used to go out to clubs a couple nights every week, “like some weird combination of David Byrne and Molly Ringwald’s character from Breakfast Club having a petit-mal seizure.”


I eventually stumble out of the dome and back into the less packed part of the crowd. The weather’s chilling down, but I’m covered with a thin film of sweat and feeling toasty in just a loose button-down and jeans. I’m looking around at the dancing people, the patterns of Psymbionic-synched lightflashes, the artists at canvases along the perimeter, and wondering where my friends have wan –

“Hey,” says Brandon, appearing from a turbulence of shadow and light. “we’re over this way. There’s some fireworks going on.”

And, over there, on a stage in a meadow all by itself, between the main festival area and the road that runs from the Apache Pass entrance to the camping areas, fireworks are indeed going on. And, as we move closer – there’s Shelley, Canon at her eye, among a big crowd gathered in a rough semicircle – the dubstep from the dome is overridden by some canned dance track from this new stage from which also emanates tiny rockets that burst like electric daisies above us, this stage upon which men and women in heavy gear are placing enormous, baroque hats on their heads. What they’re going to do, these industrially hatted performers in groups of two and three, is have one of their gang light the rockets that are loaded deep inside the hats and then sort of dance around while fireworks are propelled from just above their crania to explode against the darkling sky.

Lunatics, right?

And the crowd loves it, cheering as the first group leaves the stage with their headgear emitting fire and smoke. Three stocky, middle-aged men are waltzing goofily around on the grass, their heads spilling fountains of sparks, the fiercer rockets’ red (and yellow and white) glare shattering darkness beyond the stagelights while the big amps blare forth, thank you Internet, “Oppa Gangnam Style.” One chorus of “Heyyyyy, sexy lady” later, and the men are really getting into it, shaking what passes for their groove things, stomping in fractured rhythm between the stage and the audience. And now – what the hell? – what is that? – there’s a … a dog? Yes! Holy shit! There’s a dog! Some big brown hound that’s not part of the show is running rampant among the fire-hatted men, barking at sparks, trying to bite the sparks, maybe trying to protect the men from the sparks and from the noise and light on their top-heavy noggins. Now there’s some young guy running after the dog, trying to grab its harness as it circles and dodges among the still-dancing trio. The crowd is shouting, laughing. Another man jumps into the action, trying to corral the excited animal. Finally, with a sudden lunge, the first man grabs the dog’s harness and leads it away as the song reaches its end and the helmets fizzle their final sparks.

The crowd applauds happily and cheers as the next group – two women, this time – steps off the stage with their infernal haberdashery going nova while Run-DMC’s “Walk This Way” rocks the smoky meadow. More pyrotechnic shenanigans ensue.

And so it goes until all the performers are done, the music silenced, the flames extinguished, the stage returned to darkness and the crowd disintegrating as its constituents move toward whatever next commands their attention. Over in the Deco Dome: Hobotech. On the Folk It Up Stage: Peter Fhury. On the Nouveau Stage: The tub-thumping, psychobilly elegies of Strung Like A Horse.

“That was some crazy shit,” I say as we wander.

“I think I got some good pictures of the dog,” says Shelley.

“That,” says Brandon, “was fucking hilarious.”

Unsure where to go next, we stop near an artist’s set-up beneath a tree and watched some guy dabbing acrylic onto canvas. We see the Minor Mishap Marching Band heading our way along the main trail; they’re next up on the Nouveau Stage. This seems, I suggest to Shelley and Brandon, a perfect time to finish acquiring our bodies’ Recommended Daily Allowance of Drambuie.

We sit in the artists’ lounge, drinking booze and coffee, listening to Minor Mishap do their brilliant thing about a dozen yards away. We sit there, watching people come and go, talking about everything and nothing for over an hour. Just, you know, chilling. Until it’s time to trek back to the other side of the festival, where, just up the little hill from the Foghorns food trailer, the Folk It Up Stage will soon be taken over by the old-fangled tunes and terpsichore of Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead.

And eventually WSVWD do take over the stage, and it’s one hell of a fine show – with Jessica “Vaude Villa” Ryan going all boopy-doo with the Helen Kane, with Minor Mishap rising like musical zombies from the grave, with Ballyhoo Betty eating fire and snorting nails, with special guest Luna Tart singing her broken heart out and Iconic Fire turning flame into whirling balls of sublime choreography, with, finally, cups of sangria for the delighted audience.

After which, your Chronicle trio figures it’s time to crash.
And so – Shelley and Brandon to their tent with the air mattress,
and Brenner to his sweet black Echo – they do.

And that was just Friday.

And, well, here endeth this already overlong blogpost, dear reader.

Saturday’s memories will be left unwritten for now,
merely added to the skullbound compost pile of things-I’ll-use-in-a-story-sometime.

Art Outside?
Art Outside.

Maybe next year I’ll see you there?

Published in: on November 7, 2012 at 11:49 pm  Leave a Comment  

The Bootlegger’s Ball

SUNDAY October 28th, 2012


at  Frontier Bar: 2421 Webberville Rd, Austin, Texas 78702

Calling all Flappers & Dappers!  Villa wants to sing you a lil’ song or two… Boop Boopa Doo!  Jump back to the Prohibition era with Villa and her friends at The Bootlegger’s Ball.


Step back to the Roaring Twenties for Austin’s biggest dapper tramp’n bootleg’n party of the year! Join us for secret spirits, fanciful flappers, rowdy racketeers, and gambling gangsters.

On this day, October 28th 1919, The National Prohibition Act, known informally as the Volstead Act, was enforced.

Festivities include:
Twenties Themed Live Music All Night , Gambling, Bootleg’n, & More!

Drink specials for the bootleggin’ times are Manhattans and Tom Collins’
All are encouraged to dress the part whether you want to be a gangster, flapper, toe-tapper, zoot-suit, or razzle dazzled.

9pm Dead Music Capital Band

9:45pm Villa with Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead?
10pm Bailey Moore and the Flea Circus
11pm Susquehanna Hat Company
12am Luna Tart
1am That Damned Band!

~Melissa McCall will have some one of a kind Jewelry for sale!

FREE for 21 and up
$10 for Under

Published in: on October 28, 2012 at 7:48 pm  Leave a Comment  

THANK YOU Art Outside and Austin Chronicle

THE Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? SHOW returned to The Folk It Up Stage for the second year at ART OUTSIDE 2012.  The environment was stunning!  The show was performed on the intricately designed stage, crafted by Dave and Marrilee at Curious Customs.  The audience sat cozily beneath trees: smiling, laughing, oohing and ahhing!

The darkness of the night flickered as Black and White Silent Films were projected on the screen that was hung from the stage-side trees.  Films captured past shows, stylized to look as if they were from before the era of talkies at the turn of the last century; scratched and tattered to look authentic, shot and edited by Jose Lozano at Magic Spoon Productions.  Other film shorts featured the show’s Host and Producer: Jessica Ryan as her Betty-Boop-inspired character, Villa.  One picture in particular was filmed at the fashionable Ms. Jane Clark’s Retro Vogue Vintage Boutique: Amelia’s and captured a Clara Bow-esque “It Girl” sentiment.

Photo by Austin Chronicle

Vaude-Villa (Jessica Ryan) rose from the grave, marked VAUDEVILLE, and sang Helen Kane covers, throughout the show.  Digging her cymbals out from beneath her gravestone, she joined in with the first musical act.  Summoned by an eery accordion introduction, members of Minor Mishap Marching Band creeped out of their graves and sauntered in from the surrounding grounds, infiltrating the audience.  As zombified musicians began slinking to the ground, Villa would not allow them to Rest In Peace, until they played themselves back to death.

Photo by Austin Chronicle

Freakshow Phenomenon, Ballyhoo Betty took the stage, announcing her vintage circus sideshow acts in a bellowing authentic voice, beckoning one and all to take witness to her dark-magical performance.  Philadelphia’s Iconic Fire danced a duet with the fluidity of a flame!  The performance entailed: Music, Dance, Fire, and Funny Ha-Has!  In the dead of night, Luna Tart and Villa closed the show in comical duo, as the audience was served sangria and shrieked for more!

Photo by Austin Chronicle

THANK YOU Austin Chronicle for the lovely pictures and ART OUTSIDE 2012 for welcoming us back.  We look forward to next year!

Published in: on October 23, 2012 at 8:36 pm  Leave a Comment  

THE Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? SHOW Returns (from the dead) to ART OUTSIDE

THE Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? SHOW

Produced by:  Jessica Ryan with Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead?

When:  1:30AM Saturday October, 20th, 2012
Where:  The Folk It Up Stage at ART OUTSIDE 2012 on Apache Pass

THE Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? SHOW returns from the dead to bring vaudeville back to ART OUTSIDE.  Join the cast at the Folk It Up Stage in the dead of night, past midnight, at 1:30AM on Saturday of the festival.  The show features vaudevillian comedy, original black and white films, live music, sideshow acts, and fire performance!

Your host, Vaude Villa (Jessica Ryan) will sing her cold dead heart out, covering Helen Kane “Betty Boop” classics that will make you laugh yourself to death!

The graveyard will be empty when Minor Mishap Marching Band rises from six feet under to deliver sounds of the freshly undead.

Be horrified by the piercing shrieks and woeful cries of the divine starlet of the cabaret stage, Luna Tart, who died of a broken heart.

Mistress of the freaks, Ballyhoo Betty, emerges from the sideshow, presenting her tricks and gimmicks, as she licks fire, sticks nails, and kicks her way out of the coffin and into the spotlight.

The night will go up in flames as Iconic Fire takes the stage in a breath of hot heat from Hell, twisting demons, and dragon’s breath that will melt your soul into an eternal ring of fire!

Don’t wait until it’s too late to be enchanted by the haunts of vaudeville back from the dead!

Complimentary sangria will be served to audience members 21+ years of age!

Published in: on October 4, 2012 at 1:01 am  Leave a Comment  


THANK YOU Terlingua and The Starlight Theatre for hosting THE Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? SHOW.  The entire cast:  Jessica Ryan, Luna Tart, Steve Harwood, and Brynn Route had the most amazing time performing for you and we can’t wait to be back with you again.  Please look forward to more pictures and videos:

Published in: on December 23, 2011 at 2:24 am  Leave a Comment  

Terlingua, TX Debut

THE Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? SHOW
Starring Luna Tart

When:  Saturday, December 17th, 2011
Where:  The Starlight Theatre at 631 Ivey Road, Terlingua, TX 79852
Admission:  Tickets are available through The Starlight Theater at

THE Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? SHOW is Austin’s Vaudeville revival variety show, bringing vaudeville back from the dead and into the spotlight.

Diva of Neo-Vaudeville Luna Tart returns to the Starlight Theatre in Terlingua, TX.  The variety entertainment entails vintage music, vaudevillian comedy, and circus aerial acts.  Join the charismatic cast at The Starlight Theatre for a night of side-splitting, jaw dropping, delightful vaudevillian entertainment.  You’ll laugh, you’ll cry, and perhaps, you’ll die… wanting more.

THE Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? SHOW is produced and hosted by

Jessica Ryan

Luna Tart

sings her brassy but sweet vaudevillian originals from her album, Luna Tart Die

Of Austin’s Aerial Troupe, Sky Candy and Pole Performance Troupe, Brass Ovaries

Brynn Route

Vaudevillian comedy acts will be provided by performer

Steve Harwood

Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead?

Published in: on December 5, 2011 at 9:25 pm  Leave a Comment  

The Sky Lounge Soiree

Be a guest of Manifestations Artistiques and Hostess Elizabeth Webb.  Join us for a Rooftop Art Show with CITY LIGHTS, LOCAL ART, and LIVE MUSIC, sponsored by supporting Local Businesses.  Sponsored and Coordinated by Jessica Ryan with Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead?.

The Sky Lounge Soiree

When:  7:00PM – 11:00PM, Saturday, December 3rd, 2011
Where:  The Sky Lounge on The Gables’ Rooftop at 300 West Avenue and W 3rd Street, Austin, TX
Admission:  FREE

Manifestations Artistiques is a multi-medium Art Collective that produces artistic events.  The Sky Lounge Soiree is a free special event created to showcase the work of local Visual, Musical, and Performance Artists.  The Sky Lounge is located on the rooftop of The Gables in Downtown Austin.  The event’s Door Staff will welcome you at the entrance and escort you up the elevator.  The rooftop provides a panorama view of the  Austin city lights, which will serve as the backdrop in presenting the work of local Austin Artists.

Visual Art by local Austin Artists will be curated by Coley Jackson.  Patrons are invited to meet and speak with the exhibiting Artists over a complimentary cocktail, provided by Austin’s 360 Eco-Friendly Vodka.  All artwork is available for purchase at the event through Manifestations Artisitiques.  Please read below for the list of Visual Artists presenting at the event.


7:00 – 9:00PM  Austin’s musical talent, Atlas Maior will spice up the night with some hot jazz numbers.

The Atlais Maior Trio makes indigenous American music given birth through Jazz, Indian classical & folk, Classical Arabic, Southeastern European, Flamenco, North & West African & Native American musical traditions.

9:00 – 10:00PM  Bold! Daring! True! will be singing delightful vaudevillian and holiday melodies.

Bold! Daring! True! is an old-time trio with a diverse repertoire of folk, classic Hollywood/Tin Pan Alley, old Dixieland jazz, spirituals, and some more modern tunes with a throwback flavor.

10:00 – 11:00  Canadian Singer,  Carolyn Mark will also be performing, not as a local musician, but in support of Austin Artists.

Carolyn Mark delivers her own brand of modern vaudeville. A raven-haired siren in a scarlet gown- love songs, simple riffs, and dirty jokes.


The Sky Lounge Screening Room will feature short films by local filmmakers, curated by Jose Lozano with Magic Spoon Productions.

The Screening Room will also present live digital painting and dance performances by ARTheism.

ARTheism is the live “dancimation” performance art of Topher Sipes and Samantha Beasley. Live, hand-drawn animation is projected directly onto a dancing body providing an optical interplay between improvisation and choreography set to music.


Coley Jackson
Ryan Ayers
Kate Blaising
Jeremy Burks
Kris Kotcher
Justin Buschard
Andrew Arrasmith


Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? (Entertainment & Events)

Art Seen Alliance

360 Eco Friendly Vodka

Pink Avocado Catering

Jerry’s Artarama

The Bidding Network

Manifestations Artistiques would like to thank everyone that has made this event possible.  Interested in being a Sponsor?  Please read the Request for Sponsorship post below.  Contact:  Jessica Ryan at

Published in: on November 8, 2011 at 2:47 am  Leave a Comment  

Art Outside 2011

THE Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? SHOW
with Bold! Daring! True!
premiering at ART OUTSIDE 2011

Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead?  Well, it doesn’t matter, ’cause it’s back… from the dead!  Producer Jessica Ryan has partnered with Comedian, Steve Harwood, and the sounds of Bold! Daring! True! to a Musical Comedy, telling the story of Vaudey & Villa.  Audiences at the show should be prepared to listen, cry, and possibly die… of laughter!  The show will be debuting at Art Outside, Saturday, October  8th at 5:45PM on The Folk Stage.  For tickets and information, visit:

Published in: on September 27, 2011 at 12:06 am  Leave a Comment  


Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead?



The Unofficial ACL After-Party

When:  10:00PM on Saturday, September 17th, 2011

Where:  The Highball (httpp:// at 1142 South Lamar Blvd., Austin, TX

Tickets:  $10.00 at the door


Hailing from the barren burgs of the East Bay Area in California, comes a wild and sonic caravan of colorful and talented impresarios… Tornado Rider, the renowned power trio of  “rock n’ roll barons” has joined forces with the ever-clever and contagiously catchy, Bobby Joe Ebola and the Children MacNuggits, to tear through ‘The States’ on an epic break-neck 25 date tour!

This incredible combo will be joined by their friends, THAT Damned Band in Austin, TX, Saturday, September 17th at The Highball for an event of animated and diverse musical entertainment… “GOBLIN PUNKS DELIGHT NIGHT”, presented by acclaimed local soiree organizer, “Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead?”.  Starting up the festivities will be the exciting new local act, Bold! Daring! True! – a band noted for their eclectic nature and unique musicality.

Tornado Rider ( Drawing from the many branches of music, Tornado Rider’s sound is a mixture of all that is classic and carnal. One second you may hear a lilting and complex melody oozing from them, seemingly sent from the most delicate fairy or angel… the next moment a simple yet inspired sliver of driving heavy rock cataclysm sounds from this brigade, reminding you that dinosaurs once roamed the earth and that creatures just as mighty still remain. Known for their amazing marathon stage show, Tornado Rider has invented a new way to see, play and feel rock and roll music. Prolific, hard-working and unimaginably fun… a Tornado Rider show will usher you  into a ultimately creative world you will never want to leave.

Bobby Joe Ebola and The Children MacNuggits ( was mightily formed in 1995 in a fast-food parking lot by guitarist Dan Abbott and singer Corbett Redford. The often funny and sometimes scary band built a dangerously loyal following of punks, misfits, elected representatives, perverts and intellectuals, before going on hiatus for the entire tenure of the Bush Administration. In 2009, the band rebuilt its war machine and is once again shocking contemporaries with toe-tapping uncomfortable truths. The MacNuggits have become legend in the musical underground of the Bay Area and beyond, with their infamously unpredictable mix of searing social satire, soaring harmonies, outlandish and shocking truths, and poop jokes.

THAT Damned Band ( an accordion driven group of multi-talented songsters, which pay musical tribute to eastern European, Yiddish, and old-tyme vaudevillian era music and styles. Some call it “Steam-Punk Goblin-Core“, THAT Damned Band features a unique arrangement that includes accordion, clarinet, jug, flute, saw, resonator guitar, washtub bass, tuba, drums, and washboard. An emotionally charged musical set is spiced up with occasional performances by REAL LIVING HUMAN ODDITIES and circus sideshow acts.

Bold! Daring! True! ( is an old-time trio with a diverse repertoire of folk, classic Hollywood/Tin Pan Alley, old Dixieland jazz, spirituals, and some more modern tunes with a throwback flavor. We specialize in original arrangements of old tunes, original compositions, and three-part harmonies.”

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Jessica Ryan of Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? is proud to be assisting Art Seen Alliance as Media Contact for the Art Outside 2011 festival.  Stay tuned, the Who Said Vaudeville Was Dead? VARIETY SHOW my be making a debut at this years’ festival.  Check back in with us soon!

Art Seen Alliance

presents the 7th Annual


Three-Day Art Festival at Apache Pass

WHEN:      Friday, October 7 through Sunday, October 9, 2011
WHERE:    Apache Pass Festival Grounds, 9112 N. FM 908,  Rockdale, TX 76567
TICKETS:      Day, Weekend, and RV Passes


Art Outside is a family-friendly annual celebration of the arts that includes entertainment and interactive opportunities.  Workshops are held throughout the weekend, covering themes ranging from sustainability and low-impact living to crafting and performance.  Visual art, music and performance, film, and fashion are equal parts of the experience.  An emphasis on interactive art and performance, as well as underground cultural influences, sets this event apart from other art festivals.

Performance: Ricochet (Aerial), Bed Post Confessions (Stroytelling), Confidence Men (Improv), Sangre del Sol (Fire Performance Troop), and 999 Eyes (Freak Show / Side Show Acts).  Music: Minor Mishap Marching Ban, David Starfire (DJ/Producer), Stereo is a Lie, The Burned, Cohen, and Anahata.  Big Art: Houston Art Cars, Charlie Smith (Fire Sculptures), Michael Christian (40′ tall sculpture), and TAD (The Art Department).  Workshops: Black Swan Yoga and Sustainability.  And more!

Patrons are challenged to discover and/or redefine their own idea of what it means to make art.  In one moment, festival-goers can take in fine art in a white-walled temporary gallery, and the next moment, they can walk amongst large installations in a nontraditional setting:  a ranch-turned-sculpture garden.   For one weekend, experience a temporary art community that provides an immersive experience that is both ephemeral and long-lasting.   Meet like-minded individuals in workshops and discussions, and enjoy live entertainment on three stages.  Spend a day on beautiful Apache Pass or camp out for the whole weekend.  Art and food merchants populate the marketplace with unique wares, food and drinks, including adult beverages and vegan options, and each is selected based on their creative merit and independent spirit.  Artists are afforded the opportunity to showcase their works to new audiences, and to collaborate, draw inspiration, and develop personal relationships with other creative minds from around the country.   The call for participation is open to artists and vendors through August 31st.

2011 Art Outside Features Art, Music, Yoga, Workshops And Family Camping October 7-9 At Beautiful Apache Pass Festival Grounds Near Rockdale, Texas

Now in it’s 7th year, the 2011 annual Art Outside art and music festival October 7-9 includes yoga, art and sustainability workshops, aerial acrobatic performances, fire spinning and fire sculpture, giant sized artwork, art cars and music. Overnight family-friendly camping is available on grassy campsites under old growth pecan trees with showers, bathrooms, potable water and access to charging stations for electronic devices.

Austin, Texas, August 24, 2011 – Over 300 artists, musicians, performers and workshops will fill 1000 acres at the 2011 Art Outside art and music festival Friday, October 7 through Sunday, October 9 at the Apache Pass Festival Grounds near Rockdale, Texas. This family friendly avant-garde art and music event is now in it’s seventh year and features artwork, multimedia, large scale art installations, yoga, aerial acrobatics, fire spinning, music and workshops along the banks of the San Gabriel River northeast of Austin, Texas. Workshops and camping are included with the price of admission.

According to Warren McKinney, the Director of Art Outside and it’s sponsoring organization Art Seen Alliance, “The Apache Pass festival grounds are so beautiful and it’s such a historical and special place. We want to tap into that native natural energy and creativity and everywhere you look see people making art or music, dancing or doing yoga, learning, laughing, playing, just having a great time with family and friends. We want it to be good for your head, heart and soul.”

New for 2011 is the addition of yoga from Black Swan Yoga. Other workshop topics include art and crafts, stilt-walking, laughter, sustainability, green energy, solar installations, xeriscaping, and cob building (a mixture of sand, clay and straw to create natural, sustainable buildings).

Festival favorites Ricochet return this year with jaw-dropping aerial and acrobatic performances, along with fire performances from Elemental Uprising Fire Troupe. Fire spinning (the performance art of manipulating objects on fire) from Elemental Uprising will include members of Sangre del Sol, Moon Drops Aerial Ballet, and Tsol.

World renown artists making an appearance at Art Outside include Michael Christian and Charlie Smith, both known for their work at the Burning Man Festival in Nevada’s Black Rock Desert. Michael Christian brings his 40-foot-tall metal sculptures and other unique metal creations. Charlie Smith, also known for his work at Cochella and Bonnaroo music festivals, will be on hand with his pyrotechnic vision of metal sculpture. Houston Art Cars will provide a display of all types of rolling art.

Art Outside has three stages including a natural amphitheater cantilevered over the San Gabriel River. Music will include performances from Minor Mishap Marching Band, Sick’s Pack, David Starfire (DJ/Producer), Stereo is a Lie, The Burned, Cohen and Anahata.

Art and food vendors will be on hand to provide unique wares, food and drinks. Adult beverages and vegan options will be available.

Art Outside began in 2005 at at the Enchanted Forest, a 3.5 acre plot of land at the corner of South Lamar Boulevard and Oltorf Street in the heart of Austin. Logistical problems with the City of Austin led to the event being moved to Apache Pass in 2009.

Art Outside Director McKinney says, “Our inspiration for Art Outside is the Lightening In A Bottle art and music festival in Silverado, California. We want to maintain the community art and music atmosphere from the old Enchanted Forest days while expanding what the festival offers with the workshops and speakers.” The 2011 Lightening In A Bottle Festival drew approximately 14000 people and also features music, workshops, outdoor art installations, interactive art and space for children to experience the festival on a level appropriate to their ages.

Within easy driving distance from Austin, Texas and other major Texas cities, Art Outside is now comfortably in it’s third year at the historic Apache Pass Festival Grounds. Apache Pass is named for the gravel bar crossing the San Gabriel River used for centuries by Native American Indians and then by explorers, settlers and local farmers and ranchers. The property was purchased by the Worley family in the late 1800s and the Apache Pass River Theater and Festival Grounds is still run today by the Worley family.

Apache Pass Festival Grounds consists of hundreds of acres of grassy camping areas shaded by large pecan trees and access to the San Gabriel River. There will be facilities for showering, bathrooms, potable water, communal commons and access to charging stations for electronic devices.

“It’s the large scale of the venue that helps to keep the event family-friendly. We have lots of fun activities to keep kids entertained during the day and then it’s quiet in the camping area at night while more late night activities continue around the music stages,” enthuses Art Outside Director Warren McKinney.

Another unique aspect to the festival grounds is a 325 foot suspension bridge spanning over the San Gabriel River that links the amphitheater over the river to the north shore where the river stage is located. According to Kit Worley, operator of Apache Pass Festival Grounds, this bridge is the longest suspension bridge in the Continental United States.

Apache Pass Festival Grounds in Rockdale, Texas is approximately a 90 minute drive from Austin; 2 hours-30 minutes from Houston and San Antonio; and 3 hours from Dallas. All ticket prices include tent camping. Single Day, 3-Day Weekend and Recreational Vehicle Pass tickets are available. The three-day Art Outside Festival takes place Friday, October 7 through Sunday, October 9, 2011 at the Apache Pass Festival Grounds, 9112 N. FM 908, Rockdale, TX 76567.

About Art Seen Alliance:

Art Seen Alliance exists to enable artists, make art accessible, and foster culture


Warren McKinney, Director
Art Seen Alliance
(225) 335-1956


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