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VAX (pr. "fazjsch") :
TRIX - sax
VONE - drum
BIZ - synth


Live video by Dafne Narvaez. Camera - Sarnt Utamachote. Live audio recording by Dan Peter Sundland. 

VAX is a vax

VAX is a band.

VAX PREBRONO was the New York batting warm-up prelude preaxial pretension to VAX PROBRONO,  if you thought that was a scene then, well, you ought to get your welding helmet back on and get over here for this girl.

a small shove off from where we left it last year - feverishly downloading nord harpsichord patches for a yet unmade reference of one downsmanship. VONE would add that though he has played justin bieber keytar extensively in θa past (twice) he has not enjoyed it or found out where he left it, and are his cymbals dry enough, are the silver discs of sheetmetal suspended gracefully or is the urgency enough for a motorized sawblade but not this time, this time TRIX clenches up for the opportunity of his imaginary helmet cam and the infinite range of possible prances he can slip on that wide and virile stage Downtown. This Is (Y)our Moment, BIZ remarks but is it, and won’t it have a slicky-sweet plastic taste compared to the grit and old oil remnants still squelched into the cobblestones of red hook, where there are still no subway tubes but a different kind of circumstantial underground much Better
the work is a piece of historical fiction set in India (pronounced: Egypt)

if you delve into the twisted underbranches of the brookyn something archive you can confront yourself with cisco bradley's VAXterview. shoveling the dust off a couple other old blogs, you will sniff the impetulant remnant vapors of evidence of past brilliance and you should see the look on our face.

and/but then there was berlin and 12 hour doppelkeks-fueled days with precious insanity licking at our blistering heels. you say i don’t know where i am and you are right and you are BIZ we’ll always have paris and you are covered in urine because you fell down the stairs and had a seizure again and eve risser takes you to l’hôpital and when you get back from the hospital you play a show in another basement and then get in a car and we all learn DOGON A.D. on the way from paris to dresden and archive one thousand jazz musician name puns.

everyone has construction, so you can imagine how VONE feels in this painful situation and he cuts his heart out with a blinding chainsaw solo. TRIX plays his slick licks and gets his shtick mixed in a xy conglomerate of saxophonapheliac satisfaction. if we were eating icecream, if we were eating copious amounts of ice cream on the corner before the gunshots, it was still after it was possible for V to read his poetry and for that to be simultaneous, gunfire, icecream, easterbunny. anyway our friends didn’t take it seriously. hi PAUL.


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