Hey Everybody
That's right. We're moving out and emptying the house COMPLETELY. The third lease is coming to an end and we are leaving the house to the landlady/lord. If you ever left anything at the purple house, its probably already been taken, broken, or thrown out. As for the rest of the things that have been left by the wayside, I am having a tag sale on Sunday August 23rd.
This will be the last chance to claim anything aside from mattresses. Tag sale starts at 9 and will end at 3. Come by to claim your old sweatshirt and assorted purple house memorabilia (like the can of stinky sweatsock casserole!). Come and help out sitting the tables or sortting out donation items.
*Disclaimer* current purple house residents are not responsible for lost, stolen, broken, already claimed or pawned off property... so if you left it here, that's your fault.
Thanks!
Peter
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Friday, April 17, 2009
Summer Sublet at the Purple House
One decent sized second-story bedroom is available for rent June 1st- August 31st at the purple house. It's going for $475 plus utilities and house supplies ($50-$100 per month). As far as the amenities go, there's oil heating, electric stove, no natural gas, high speed internet, ($8 per month) and one parking space.
This is a five-person house with one dog. This season will present bountiful opportunity for plenty of summertime lounging on two porches, a large backyard, a decently-sized kitchen, living room, and basement.
Although not required, we encourage applicants to present a letter of reference or contacts attesting to your excellent housing track record. An email or a phone contact with a past landlord or house mate would be perfect.
If interested, contact Peter Bonos at peterbonos at gmail dot com
This is a five-person house with one dog. This season will present bountiful opportunity for plenty of summertime lounging on two porches, a large backyard, a decently-sized kitchen, living room, and basement.
Although not required, we encourage applicants to present a letter of reference or contacts attesting to your excellent housing track record. An email or a phone contact with a past landlord or house mate would be perfect.
If interested, contact Peter Bonos at peterbonos at gmail dot com
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
1st quarter update
So, for those of you who still may read this blog, I am giving a seasonal update on the house. On Valentine's Day, 2009 the house hosted Dubious Liftings IV, a multi-annual festival booked by Nick Williams of the Cave Bears. The lineup featured Open Star Clusters, Mudboy, Skinny Vinny, Ambergris, Crank Sturgeon, Dag Attack (Steve D'Agostino), Flaming Dragon of Middle Earth. Sunburned Hand of the Man was on the flyer for some reason, although they had never confirmed.
The concert was quite possibly the longest, craziest, most varied, reckless, crowded show to ever take place here. I will mention a few of most notable moments of the night. Flaming Dragon of Middle Earth began with the most concise rock sets I've ever heard them execute. Dag Attack suprised me with a contemplative, slow-building, and emotional elegy on lap steel guitar. A western theme was reinforced by a time-lapse video projection of monument valley at sunset. Ted Lee installed a projector in the cupola, providing a porthole into his twisted, obsessive, film-collector-collage/media monger (sub)consciousness. It was not seen by many at the show, but possibly viewed hundreds of times by drivers by in a fleeting, confused glance up up and away. Open Star Clusters kicked the show into high gear with a floor board shredding flurry of herky jerkiness. At 9:30pm the cops came by to let us know that our neighbors were not enjoying the show.
Skinny Vinny then gave us something more to feel than to think about. Their energy was propelled by a raucous audience, reminding us that yes, free-imrov can and will party.
Oh there's too much to recall from this point on. Mudboy turned out to be what we all had come out for. Evoking an alien swampscape and putting us all in our own places. Crank Sturgeon gave an hour-long technical difficulty laden presentation of fluid transfer while wearing nothing but a huge heart on his shoulders. I didn't see the Cave Bears, but I do know that they bursted open a pinata that Lisette had made in the shape of a heart. I do remember candy all over the floor, and Zach shouting "Its SO good!"
Well, then the moment of truth came. A couple of angry officers shouting at the door: "Enough of this B***S***! Will one of your A**holes Get someone who lives here!" So then I had the sad responsibility of giving them my ID and taking responsibility for everything that they wanted to dole out. It was too much. They spent a half hour at the door and told me the city of Northampton was pressing charges for keeping of a disorderly household. The show was already over. The party was over in more ways than one. This was the last purple house show.
Honestly, its a bit of a relief. It has been good. It has been messy. Now I only have to clean up normal daily use of the house. Sure it sucks the we can't do shows here any more, but I really think that the purple house as a phenomenon became too much for a house. Things were literally bursting at the seems and even in-between.
For the last month, things have been quiet. I'm broke and hungry for food and friends. I'm actually looking forward to work. I may have just been taking the news too seriously, reading Watchmen too closely, or getting sleepless from watching Children of Men and Lost, but it seems as though the world is on the brink of dystopia, and this is the quiet before the storm.
The concert was quite possibly the longest, craziest, most varied, reckless, crowded show to ever take place here. I will mention a few of most notable moments of the night. Flaming Dragon of Middle Earth began with the most concise rock sets I've ever heard them execute. Dag Attack suprised me with a contemplative, slow-building, and emotional elegy on lap steel guitar. A western theme was reinforced by a time-lapse video projection of monument valley at sunset. Ted Lee installed a projector in the cupola, providing a porthole into his twisted, obsessive, film-collector-collage/media monger (sub)consciousness. It was not seen by many at the show, but possibly viewed hundreds of times by drivers by in a fleeting, confused glance up up and away. Open Star Clusters kicked the show into high gear with a floor board shredding flurry of herky jerkiness. At 9:30pm the cops came by to let us know that our neighbors were not enjoying the show.
Skinny Vinny then gave us something more to feel than to think about. Their energy was propelled by a raucous audience, reminding us that yes, free-imrov can and will party.
Oh there's too much to recall from this point on. Mudboy turned out to be what we all had come out for. Evoking an alien swampscape and putting us all in our own places. Crank Sturgeon gave an hour-long technical difficulty laden presentation of fluid transfer while wearing nothing but a huge heart on his shoulders. I didn't see the Cave Bears, but I do know that they bursted open a pinata that Lisette had made in the shape of a heart. I do remember candy all over the floor, and Zach shouting "Its SO good!"
Well, then the moment of truth came. A couple of angry officers shouting at the door: "Enough of this B***S***! Will one of your A**holes Get someone who lives here!" So then I had the sad responsibility of giving them my ID and taking responsibility for everything that they wanted to dole out. It was too much. They spent a half hour at the door and told me the city of Northampton was pressing charges for keeping of a disorderly household. The show was already over. The party was over in more ways than one. This was the last purple house show.
Honestly, its a bit of a relief. It has been good. It has been messy. Now I only have to clean up normal daily use of the house. Sure it sucks the we can't do shows here any more, but I really think that the purple house as a phenomenon became too much for a house. Things were literally bursting at the seems and even in-between.
For the last month, things have been quiet. I'm broke and hungry for food and friends. I'm actually looking forward to work. I may have just been taking the news too seriously, reading Watchmen too closely, or getting sleepless from watching Children of Men and Lost, but it seems as though the world is on the brink of dystopia, and this is the quiet before the storm.
Wednesday, February 4, 2009
Winter is Hard
The purple house has entered a new era. Gone are Ben, Jim, and Than. Gone are the days of dumpster diving and shrews drowned in honey buckets. The new year has ushered in the most hopeful united crew we have had for a long time. Lisette, Dan Cooper, Katharine Duckett, Jesslyn and me (Peter) are holding down the fort. Yes, it is cold. The purple house shudders under the weight of layers upon layers of ice. Yet, the purple spirit is not dormant.
Over the summer, I came to the realization that this house is akin to a puzzle. More like a puzzle with missing pieces and no photo showing the completed image. If it seems as though a piece is missing, it just takes a bit of pondering and searching to realize where things should go or remember where the missing pieces might lie. I did indeed find a puzzle in a bag in an ignored cabinet. Maybe someday I will attempt to put it together- but there are more pressing matters at hand.
Now that we are in the brunt of winter, I have come to another huge realization: the purple house is a force larger than any of us. Just when I think I got everything under control- WHAM!! I am at the whim of the big purple. My hands are covered in oil and I'm begging on my knees, praying for salvation.
NOT TO FEAR~! Just as everything seems as though its falling apart, there's an incredible show, house dinner, or late night powwow... and the spirit calls me back, wishing I never doubted it would.
THE PURPLE HOUSE LOVES YOU. HAPPY NEW ERA 2009
Over the summer, I came to the realization that this house is akin to a puzzle. More like a puzzle with missing pieces and no photo showing the completed image. If it seems as though a piece is missing, it just takes a bit of pondering and searching to realize where things should go or remember where the missing pieces might lie. I did indeed find a puzzle in a bag in an ignored cabinet. Maybe someday I will attempt to put it together- but there are more pressing matters at hand.
Now that we are in the brunt of winter, I have come to another huge realization: the purple house is a force larger than any of us. Just when I think I got everything under control- WHAM!! I am at the whim of the big purple. My hands are covered in oil and I'm begging on my knees, praying for salvation.
NOT TO FEAR~! Just as everything seems as though its falling apart, there's an incredible show, house dinner, or late night powwow... and the spirit calls me back, wishing I never doubted it would.
THE PURPLE HOUSE LOVES YOU. HAPPY NEW ERA 2009
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