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WRITING SAMPLES ^^^ Dedicated to Dr. Dwight Conquergood (1949-2004)




"ONO - To This Day" by James Porter.

"ONO @ Coach House Sounds" by Matt Baron.

"A Noisy Protest: ONO Brings Its Provocative Musical Performance To The Woodlawn Collaborative"
by Alec Mitrovich.
The Chicago Weekly

"OVERLAY: A Conversation with travis"

by Rebecca Zorach / PROXIMITY Magazine

==Zorach Article will be posted soon; very soon!   /travis


ONO PLAYS FOR DELIRIOUS INSOMNIAC                             15SEP10 @  DARKROOM
                                                                                                             ONO video by Anna Gregoline


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ONO ( Avant/Gospel/Punk/Industrial since 1980, formerly on Thermidor Records, http://mutant-sounds.blogspot.com/2009/02/ono-machines-that-kil.html) www.ono1980.com ONO was founded in 1980 and originally rehearsed weekly in a basement on the South Side near the "PILL HILL" area. ONO shared the space with End Result. Their first show was at the original EXIT on Wells with Special Affect( Frankie Fun & Al Jorgenson) and Naked Raygun (Jeff and Mark-O, Santiago, Camillo and Jim). The original line-up of the band in 1980 was Hallene Kathy Brooks: Vocals ,Percussion and Recitations; travis: Vocals, Dobro, Steel Guitar, Bass, Percussion and Keyboards Marc Berrand-Vocals and Guitar P. Michael Grego-Vocals and Guitar, Bass, Percussion and Keyboards. In early 1981 it was travis: Vocals, Dobro/Steel guitar, Bass, Percussion and Keyboards; Ric Graham: Vocals and Guitar, Bass, Sax-Trumpet and Synthesizer/Computers; Shannon Rose Riley: Sax-Bass, Percussion and Keyboards; P. Michael: Vocals and Guitar, Bass, Percussion and Keyboards. A pair of albums were released on the THERMIDOR record label out of San Fransisco: 1982's "MACHINES THAT KILL PEOPLE," and 1986's, "ENNUI." travis and P.Michael are still involved in live performance as ONO, however Ric Graham maintains the sound and visual archives and is retired from live performance. Current ONO line-up is travis, P. Michael, Rebecca Pavlatos, and Jesse Thomas. They have now released a cassette along with Piss Piss Piss Moan Moan Moan (2010) and perform all over the Chicago area.
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Cock E.S.P. (www.cockesp.com)is an experimental music and performance art ensemble founded by Emil Hagstrom in Minneapolis in 1993. The group draws on the most transgressive and absurdist elements of both popular and experimental Twentieth Century music and performance art, realizing a diverse and energetic palette of abstract electronic music influenced by such styles as Japanese Noise, free jazz, punk rock, black metal and hardcore industrial. Rare among the group’s boundary-pushing peers, Cock E.S.P.'s canon includes a high degree of self-effacing humor, satire and unfiltered emotion; this not only makes the group more accessible to a general audience, but also directly challenges the antisocial "shock value" norms and elitist conformism common in underground music.. Cock E.S.P. concerts are short, chaotic vignettes which push their absurdist concept to an extreme level. Concentrating more on the performance aspect itself than on the sound, the group walks the path paved by such arts movements as Fluxus and Futurism by causing the audience to question the basic expectation of live recital itself. Whearas a modern experimental composer might explore a certain set of atonal sounds over the course of an hour-long work -- or as a punk band might play a dozen standard three-chord songs before ending their set by knocking over their equipment in a frenzy of feedback -- Cock E.S.P. condenses this action into cathartic five-minute long episodes, which are simultaniously confusing, amusing and intellectually confrontational.
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Ammunition (militant, grim burlesque performer and circus member, http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100001468329790&ref=ts ) Ammunition is the co-founder and performance specialist for the pervettes of SS-Triple X. She has been gracing the stages of Chicago since 2006. She harnesses such talents onstage such as grinder acts, fire eating and breathing and body modification performance art. Merging unconventional with sexual magnetism, Ammunition leaves the audience hot in their seats! She holds monthly residencies performing for "Post Apocalyptic Burlesque" and 1901 Gallery's "In the Dark: Grim Burlesque". When offstage, you can find Ammunition at your local Army Surplus purchasing grenades, gas masks, and shiny weapons.
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Nookleptia http://www.myspace.com/nookleptia Experimental/Noise Industrial Musick. Started in 1993.
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DJ Omar Padrón http://www.facebook.com/nordap.ramo?ref=ts , (residency at NEO, cohost of Nova Feedback Radio Show on SAIC)
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Joe Grimm (composition for circuit bent 16mm projector, http://thewindupbird.com/)
Joseph Grimm (a.k.a. The Wind-Up Bird) is a "peace noise" composer/performer based in Providence, RI. Drawing inspiration from 60's composers such as Alvin Lucier, Terry Riley, and Charlemagne Palestine, Grimm makes music that reveals acoustic and psychoacoustic phenomena. His performances frequently take the form of meditations: resonance, repetition, friction, and disintegration become the hypnotic focal points in an attempt to reach a state of inner tranquility, balance, and heightened attention to sonic minutiae. Grimm has collaborated live or on record with artists such as Lucky Dragons, Pleasurehorse, Glenn Branca, Alvin Lucier, The One AM Radio, Black Forest/Black Sea, and others.
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Arvo Fingers end of the night performance/dj set (www.myspace.com/arvo)
Facebook event page:
Darkroom Bar www.darkroombar.com 2210 W. Chicago Ave. Chicago, IL
Delirious Insomniac Freeform Radio Show Fan Page:
Playlists and Archives:

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FROM ARVO ZYLO: The Delirious Insomniac Freeform Radio Show has haunted the airwaves
of WLUW into the wee hours of dreary Monday Nights for nearly 3 years. Taking the concept of Freeform
and directing it more into the realms of an art form, host Arvo Fingers uses his lengthy experience as a
sleepless madman to wield surrealistic songs and sounds into a slithering swath for 4 hours a week.
He's clandestinely guested overnight many tim...es at WZRD-Chicago, cohosted a soul radio show with
Eric Lab Rat, booked numbers of otherworldly bands, and sustained long stints of freeform band/DJ nights
at daring bars or clubs, often covering two floors of activity. Presently, "Delirious Insomniac" is now
syndicated on RadioKL.Hr in Croatia, with regular international guest contributions from foreign music
enthusiasts. Arvo also writes music-oriented articles as well as making music alongside some of Chicago's
experimental luminaries. For this 3rd Anniversary event, challenging the freeform medium will extend into
the physical/visual realm. You might be alarmed, but you won't be disappointed.

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=== ONO                             www.ono1980.com       (Avant/Industrial/Gospel)
=== Cock E.S.P. (MPLS)     
=== Ammunition
                (militant, grim burlesque performer and circus member)
=== Nookleptia                   http://www.myspace.com/nookleptia
=== LECHUGUILLAS           http://www.lechuguillas.com/shows.html
=== Joe Grimm
                  http://thewindupbird.com/       (composition for circuit bent 16mm projector)      
=== Arvo Fingers
              end of the night dj set DJ
=== Omar Padrón               http://www.facebook.com/nordap.ramo?ref=ts

WLUW's Delirious Insomniac Freeform Radio Show 3rd Anniversary Event
September 15th, 2010           Darkroom Bar                                       
9pm          $7                       2210 W. Chicago Ave. Chicago, IL


=== Gay Veterans honored by the City of Chicago ===

Posted by Mike Lackovich/CNN
Posted by mike lackovich
September 3, 2010 – Richard J Daley Plaza
Mayor Richard M. Daley proclaims LGBT Veterans Day on September 3, 2010.

American Veterans for Equal Rights (AVER) presented With Liberty and Justice for All at noon. The hour long ceremony included speeches and remarks from various city and state officials. Congressman Mike Quigley was encouraging everyone to have faith that the repeal on “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” would be pushed through to the Senate after the Labor Day holiday.

Also in attendance were veterans and service people who served in the military. Many proud to state how they honorably serve our country, yet disgusted with the way LGBT have to hide their personal lives. Ann Bidwell, perhaps most vocal on how she had to hide her relationship with her partner. To put the shoe on the other foot scenario: speculated what Senator McCain would do if his relationship with his wife Cindy, if it were outlawed. She supposed that he would not hide his relationship. Yet those in service are forced to do just that at the hand of Senator McCain and his homophobic counter parts. Somehow, according to them, being a homosexual affects judgment and ability to serve. If this reverse logic is followed through, then it could be speculated that Senator McCain’s heterosexuality clouds his ability to make a decision and should be considered a threat to national security. Stone-aged thinking like this is the reason for the repeal being brought up for discussion and action. It is just plain silly, stupid and outdated.
When you think about it further, people like Senator McCain and Congressman Kirk hurt our troops with discriminatory practices like Don’t Ask Don’t Tell, by increasing the frequency of troop deployment times. Rejecting people because they are homosexual means less troops and longer deployments for straight and closeted troops. Homosexuality has nothing to do with troop unit cohesion, ability to make a decision or ability to maintain a security clearance, any more so than Senator McCain or Congressman Kirk to do the same.

To further the argument that Senator McCain and Congressman Kirk are doing disservice to the troops, they are setting the troops up for failure when they leave the military. Since nearly all large companies have Equal Opportunities policies and embrace a diverse work environment, many troops transitioning into these work environments may find themselves passed over in a time of limited employment because of their homophobic ideology that is protected under the Don’t Ask Don’t Tell policy. The people who do slip into EEOC companies filled with hatred to the LGBT community, stand out like sore thumb. This would force them into a Homophobic Closet, where they are forced to hide who they really are. Not to mention that most states now have anti-discrimination laws that would make up for the balance of the companies that don’t have such anti-discrimination policies implemented on their own. So, again, how does Don’t Ask Don’t Tell help the troops?

Many people speaking were victims of Don’t Ask Don’t Tell. Forced to serve in silence or being outted and persecuted through military processes. People only wanting to serve their country with honor and integrity -- no differently from their heterosexual service members.

As a gay veteran, I was honored that the Mayor made such a proclamation that I could share a day of honor among my daughter and partner. Celebrating the dedication that I have given to my country through two wars in the Army and the Navy. I am very proud of the 13 years of service that I gave my country, and yet horribly ashamed of the homophobic banner they shield themselves in.

We all swore to defend this country. When I swore to defend this country, I didn’t exclude anyone…..even those that can’t see past their hatred, misguided logic and ignorance to do the right thing.
Support ALL our troops!

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=== A Salute to Chicago's LGBT Veterans ===

Lenox and the Second City

According to the Urban Institute, more than 1 million lesbian, gay, bisexual, and transgender veterans are currently living in the United States. Veterans from the lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgender (LGBT) communities were honored at "With Liberty and Justice For All" -- the nation's only municipally sponsored, military salute to LGBT veterans. It's the City's 8th annual Salute to America's Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Veterans

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This unparalleled event is meant to pay tribute to America's LGBT veterans and inspire dialogue and advocacy in their behalf.

LGBT veterans spoke out on their experiences in the armed services and under the U.S.military's "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy, the policy that bars gays from serving openly in the military. The gay veterans were honored by the U.S. Representative Mike Quigley, whom was the featured speaker and has issued a statement calling for the repeal of the U.S. military's "Don't Ask, Don't Tell" policy - he voted to repeal the "Don't Ask, Don't' Tell" policy in June. Recently, the president said in his State of the Union address this year that he intended to move and to overturn the policy, and his administration has been taking steps to do so. Back in August, at a Pentagon briefing, Marine Corps Commandant General James Conway signal the removal of one of the final hurdles to the implementation of openly gay service and the repeal of "don't ask, don't tell." Commandant Conway stated that "if the law changes, we pride our Corps in leading the services in many, many things, and we're going to have to lead in this too."

Renowned jazz vocalist Lucy Smith of the Lucy Smith Jazz Quartet performed the national anthem, and the program included a presentation of colors, a Mayoral proclamation, and a wreath-laying ceremony.

You rock, Chicago!!

*Photos courtesy of Mike Lackovich

In this gallery

LGBT veterans honored by City of Chicago
LGBT veterans were honored by the City of Chicago and American Veterans for Equal Rights
at Daley Plaza Sept 3. The ceremony, “With Liberty and Justice for All,” marked the city’s
eighth annual tribute to LGBT veterans.

More than 50 people attended the hour-long ceremony, which included speeches from
veterans, a wreath-laying ceremony, a mayoral proclamation and an address by U.S. Rep.
Mike Quigley. Lucy Smith of the Lucy Smith Jazz Quartet performed the national anthem and
former service members were honored on a stage in front of the Daley Center.
Quigley, who has voted to repeal “Don’t Ask, Don’t Tell” (DADT), thanked veterans for their
service and offered his regrets that LGBT veterans have faced discrimination. “We’re asking
you to be all you can be except for who you really are,” he told former service members. He
also asked veterans to remain patient. “Have faith folks. This country eventually gets to the
right spot.”

Veterans who had been dismissed under DADT expressed their frustration and impatience.
Lee Reinhart, one such individual, pleaded with attendees to pressure government officials
to repeal the policy. “I’m tired of broken promises,” he said. “I’m tired of delays. I want to
be able to put my uniform on and make my mother proud.”

Text by Kate Sosin; photos by
Sosin and Mike Lackovich,
with more at http://www.WindyCityMediaGroup.com

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From:      William Greaves        9/12/2010 5:31:56 PM
Subject:  Many Thanks for Participating in the City of Chicago's 8th Annual Salute to LGBT Veterans.
        Many, many thanks to each and every one of you for participating in or for your assistance with the
City of Chicago's 8th annual Salute to LGBT Veterans.
        From Lucy Smith's moving rendition of "The Star Spangled Banner," to Anthony Sullivan's elegant
invocation, to our powerful speakers, to travis's mighty "America The Beautiful," to Echo Taps, it was superb.
        Since the Salute, I have heard time and again what a wonderful program it was, including that it was
our best ever.
        Chicago is the only city in the nation to officially celebrate the honorable service of lesbian, gay,
bisexual and transgender veterans — who serve as honorably as everyone else.
        The City of Chicago Commission on Human Relations could not produce this program without you.
We are deeply grateful for your support.
        Again, many thanks.
        Bill Greaves ---
William W. Greaves
Director / Community Liaison Advisory Council on
Lesbian, Gay, Bisexual and Transgender Issues
City of Chicago Commission on Human Relations
740 N. Sedgwick Street, Suite 300 Chicago, IL 60654-8488
Tel. No. 312-744-7911 Fax No. 312-744-1081
E-mail: william.greaves@cityofchicago.org




                >>>        Rani Woolpert TRANSISTOR Owner-Curator CANCELS ONO SHOW WITH     KEN  VANDERMARK  
                              CANCELLATION Time Line:

01SEP10:          [kenvandermark Web page states FALSELY            "the opening band ... has CANCELLED!"]  
     Toggle current / archived News
     Posted by on Sep 01, 2010 BREAKING NEWS:
                the opening band for Friday night's show at TRANSISTOR has CANCELLED!
               Ken still plays solo, show starts at 9pm!
               As a nice prelude this show, check out an interview with Ken at
               TRANSISTOR CHICAGO (white audio box on main page)!
               Details for the concert at Transistor can be found HERE.
 >       NOTE:              ONO  HAS  NOT  CANCELLED!

02SEP10:          [In an email to Jesse, Rani Woolpert TRANSISTOR Owner-Curator CANCELS ONO SHOW!]
     From: rani@transistorchicago.com
     To: jt2679@aol.com
     Sent: Thu, Sep 2, 2010 1:53 pm
     Subject: Ono show
     Hi Jesse, Andy and I have been receiving lots of calls from Ken Vandermark fans who are driving
     from far distances and who are arriving early, etc. We're nervous about capacity (we didn't think
     our small capacity of 60 would be an issue) and about properly showcasing both Ono and
     Ken Vandermark. Your fans might be eclipsed by the Vandermark fans and vice-versa and
     we may have to turn people away, which we've never had to do. We've decided the best
     solution is to reschedule Ono so that both bands are properly showcased. Next Friday,
     September 10, is open and we are looking for an act. Would you guys be able to play
     that night? We really don't have a choice for tomorrow other than to cancel Ono.
     But we would like for you guys to play as soon as possible. Please let me know as soon
     as you can. Thanks, and I'm very sorry for the last minute notice. Rani

03SEP10:     [Jesse reads his email and posts it to other ONO members, who know nothing about the cancellation]
     9/3/2010 7:08:10 AM
     Just checked email this morning, looks like the show's off.
     -----Original Message----- From: rani@transistorchicago.com To: jt2679@aol.com Sent: Thu, Sep 2, 2010 1:53 pm
     Subject: Ono show Hi Jesse, Andy and I have been receiving lots of calls from Ken Vandermark fans who are driving
     from far distances and who are arriving early, etc. We're nervous about capacity (we didn't think our small capacity
     of 60 would be an issue) and about properly showcasing both Ono and Ken Vandermark. Your fans might be eclipsed
     by the Vandermark fans and vice-versa and we may have to turn people away, which we've never had to do. We've
    decided the best solution is to reschedule Ono so that both bands are properly showcased. Next Friday, September 10,
    is open and we are looking for an act. Would you guys be able to play that night? We really don't have a choice for
    tomorrow other than to cancel Ono. But we would like for you guys to play as soon as possible. Please let me know
    as soon as you can. Thanks, and I'm very sorry for the last minute notice. Rani ________________________
    Rani Woolpert Owner-Curator Transistor 5045 N. Clark Street Chicago, Illinois 60640 312-863-1375

03SEP10:     [travis reads Jesse's email, and paraphrases RANI WOOLPERT'S CANCELLATION to the ONO elist]
     9/3/2010 6:42:52 PM
     I returned from performing at Daley Plaza, practiced, packed equipment and checked email before leaving home
     for TRANSISTOR. This just in from TRANSISTOR: ===The ONO for Ken Vandermark show is CANCELLED.
     TRANSISTOR owners are concerned because of the number of telephone calls they have received, and the fact
     that the venue capacity is 60! I just received this news moments ago, and I apologize for the late note.
     TRANSISTOR promises to reschedule at ONO's earliest convenience. Stay tuned.
04SEP10:     [Ken Vandermark's FaceBook page, updated 03SEP10, is quoted below]
     9/3/2010:     QUOTE     Ken Vandermark ‎9/3: Small turnout for the Transistor show; the organizers decided to ask
      Ono to move their performance to another date because they were concerned that the turnout was going
      to be too large for the room. This seems to have confused things for the listeners and, ironically,
      the opposite kind of attendence occured. The ......folks that showed were very appreciative and I was happy
      with the way the music went: played the Ayler and McPhee pieces, "(brullt)," and the Rothko template from
      "Furniture Music," the other four performances were open improvisations. I've been asked to do a solo set
      in Oslo during the Brotzmann Chicago Tentet residency at the end of October, the rehearsal and
      performance for the Transistor gig will be preparation for that concert....     UNQUOTE

                        The ONO Show
                        Exhibition Title:                ONO PLAYS TRANSISTOR with    Ken Vandermark
                                          TRANSISTOR   5O45 N Clark   Chicago  
                        ONO PERFORMING:         = Joined by GUEST ARTISTS 
                                                                   JAYME KEMPKERS             =Cello      
                                                                   DAWEI WANG/Guitar           =Guitar  
                                =Love Letters                (Ketty Lester Version)
                                =Day After Television   (travis, 1983) 
                        Exhibition Dates:        FRI., 03SEP10    8PM     $10       
Rani Woolpert TRANSISTOR Owner-Curator CANCELS ONO SHOW WITH   KEN VANDERMARK   CITING "our small capacity"


Excerpt from Joe Carducci's page:         The New Vulgate           


ONO business

On Saturday’s performance etc. at The Mopery’s final night:

From: Travis
To: Krakow
cc: Carducci
Subject: ONO Plays The Last Show @ The Mopery
Date: Sun, 29 Aug 2010 06:32:07 -0500
PlasticMan: MoMoMopery.  I am just out of an hour-long bath. Trying to wash the nicotine, the 100+ degree jet engine exhaust, the smell of cannabis sativa and the woolly feel of giddy mole spores from my oozing pores into tomorrow's deep tunnel drinking water. At least .016 inch of creeping brews saturated MoMoMopery's ever-deeping multitude.

"Where you guys come from?"

Nearly mud-like, look and smell like Bar-B-Q/Friday night fish fry, punctuated by crud amplified by hazy high voltage from crunchy metal cans, plastic slivers and sound of breaking/broken bottles stacked 3' high near the entrance; spike heels stuck in sticky pink-and-black substance consistency of mud pack or my Mississippi-style banana creme pie will not wipe off my electronic spaghetti, my hiked-up frocks or my American Standard enamel bathtub.

"I just bought your album for $80 on ebay."
"I paid $200 for mine...."

Dizzying. Lights out. Train wreck. BBQ pit, served up with smoke, soot and shameless, temperamental sonics. Trials by fire. MoMoMopery baptismal; do or die. And we are better precisely because we did not die. Yet. Yet. And yet, building our immunity, one after the other: Spectacular warriors rattled the humidity-raining rafters. We fed on jet fuel. We fit right into this house that MoMoMopery made. Now, it is a half-hour before show time. Hundreds! of hungry hearts, parts and eyes, can not wait for ONO fits and starts and never ends.

"I have never seen anything like it before!"

We did surely wish you were here!

"That was the first Velvet Underground cover I have ever heard that I liked."
"Cops are downstairs, can I interview you right here?"

Your vehicle did, indeed, trot us here for this Medieval monasticism, more like post-modernist medicine in MoMoMopery consistency, not unlike cod liver oil.

"I can't get that phrase 'I know I been changed' out of my head...."

I would want you to suffer my out-of-body, body-as-unventilated humidor discomfiture; ONO feverish presentation and our faces flooded by flashes from MoMoMopery's community of friends with so many digital screens. We missed you, yes, yet we stand in sincerest hope for your happy recovery.

With Love. /travis

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FM: P.Michael:

The show was ridiculous ...the joint was packed... I have never seen Mopery that packed.. the band came on one right after another... there were 3 stages.... all the bands I saw were at their best and gave incredible sets ...all brought something different ..... the air was thick beer everywhere they surrounded us like hungry animals... the sparks flew of metal during Heroin ....it was majestic , shamanistic . and more ....this night will live in Chicago under ground history ..


FM: BloodLust
Sunday, August 29, 2010:
Mopery R.I.P. Insane night! It was all good until the paint monsters attacked. I headed out at 3:45 AM to grab a cab when the glass really started crashing. The night encapsulated all that was great about the space. On fucking steroids. And maybe why it is a good thing that it closed. There were more people out on the sidewalk when the battalion of cops came than there were inside during the typical show there. It was a miracle that they did not shut things down. If I thought that the Sightings/BLOODYMINDED show in April had a big crowd (I heard approx. 300) then this had to have maxed out at well over 400????? There was nearly no room to move around at the peak of the night... and certainly no air to breathe. Intense!

Really enjoyable sets, overall. Ono in full glam-rock mode was awesome. Sun Splitter totally pummeled, despite the electrical crashes. Loose Dudes set the energy in full hyper mode (I did not know that Maggie from Rager was in the band - BLOODYMINDED played a fun show with them a few years back at Subterranean), followed by an excellent and frantic Running set... and then Lechuguillas took it home in the most spectacular way. I cannot wait to play with them again on 9/11! They have to be among the most exciting bands in the city, right now.

I did a solo microphone set that ran for about nine minutes, and I performed a version of "Leak," the Cadaver in Drag song that I wrote and did vocals on, from their "Absuse/Breathing Sewage" CD. It went smoothly enough, and from the sound of the recording, the crowd actually quieted down once my feedback started rising. I was amused that a big cheer rang out as I hoisted the mic-snake over my head, and that duct-taped monstrosity was at its heaviest and fullest size, ever. Great! It sounded a bit sparse to me, feedback-wise, but some folks said that it was pretty piercing. Thanks to Jason Soliday, for the use of his PA and for watching the peaking levels. Thanks to all of my friends who came out early - or especially - to see me --- and for braving the hot, humid, and smokey conditions inside. And of course, major thanks to everyone at The Mopery for the fun shows that I played there, for the many shows that I saw there, and for the major contribution to the Chicago underground music scene!

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Friday, Sept. 3, noon
travis sings "America the Beautiful"
Chicago's annual Salute to LGBT Veterans
Daley Plaza

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Friday, Sept. 3, 8pm
5O45 N Clark, Chicago

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Wed. Sept. 15, 9pm
WLUW's Delirious Insomniac Freeform Radio Show 3rd Anniversary Event
Darkroom Bar
2210 W. Chicago Ave. Chicago, IL
[Photographs by Brian Jarreau and Gretchen Hasse.]


Monday, August 23, 2010
Chicagoist Previews Mopery Show

Mopery Closing Its Doors

It’s been a tough summer for Chicago’s underground music venues.
The Bakery in Pilsen stopped holding shows in June and reverted back
to being just a plain old residence. The Box Social, Congress Theater’s
secretive box office-turned-performance space, closed down suddenly
just two weeks ago and canceled a full calendar of shows. And now
the Mopery, a hidden gem among Logan Square’s bustling music
scene, announced that it will close its doors Aug 28.

A DIY venue since summer 2008, the Mopery is a collaborative effort
run by Jason Comacho and Mike Hart of Lechuguillas and Mike Forbes
and Andrew Young of Tiger Hatchery, all longtime friends hailing from
Denton, TX. But, as Comacho tells us, these guys didn’t relocate to
Chicago intending to start up an underground venue. Looking for a
place suitable as both a residence and practice space, they made their
home in the huge converted warehouse that is now known as the
Mopery. They’d often invite friends over for jam sessions, and when
more and more people started showing up it just eventually blossomed
into the notable underground venue it is now.

In its two years, the Mopery has served as a haven (though maybe a
dank and dirty one) for little-known local noise and experimental acts.
As have so many DIY venues before, it’s closing due to the landlord’s
request and fear of legal repercussions of operating without a Public
Place of Amusement license, which is required for all entertainment
establishments in Chicago. Unlike commercial venues that benefit from
exposure, underground performance spaces are adversely affected, as
growing popularity puts them at greater risk of being discovered and
shut down by the Department of Business Affairs and Licensing. Many
unlicensed venues try to avoid this by simply not publicizing the venue
or promoting shows, but this often leads to a fizzling out when they
simply can’t bring in enough funds to stay open.

As sad as it is to watch the underdog lose, maybe these types of
venues are better off short-lived. After all, if a particular space were
allowed to become too popular, it would lose its inherent intimacy and
exclusivity and draw in a broader audience that might not embrace the
creative freedom of experimental music. And besides, it seems that
when one venue closes in this city another is discreetly opening its
doors. Comacho tells us that the guys behind the Mopery have no
intention of starting up another performance space in the future, not
because of the legal hoopla, but rather because they don’t want to
force it - after all, the Mopery came about by happenstance. And when
asked to recommend another DIY venue, Comacho declined because
he didn’t want to expose an unlicensed space, and instead simply
said, “They’ll know how to find it if they want to find it.”

If you want to experience the Mopery before it’s gone for good, check
out their final show Saturday, Aug 28. But be aware that this hidden
gem is quite literally hidden. Nestled between a grocery store and a
Pearle Vision, the entrance to the Mopery has no sign, just a steel
slab door that leads you up a stairwell and into the converted
warehouse. It’s BYOB, but you can walk a block south to Red Star
Liquors and choose your beverage of choice. Make sure you pick up
plenty, because with its 12-band line-up, this show is sure to run late
into the night. Full line-up after the jump.

The Mopery’s final show is Saturday, August 28 at 7 p.m.,
Suggested Donation,
All Ages

Mopery Final Show Line-up

Lechuguillas           Running          Loose Dudes          
Paper Mice           Bad Drugs
Unmanned Ship           Sun Splitter           ONO                Mark Solotroff          Jason Soliday
  Battleship             Sunglasses           Tiger Hatchery

By Sarah Cobarrubias in Arts & Events on August 17, 2010 10:20 A

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Monday, August 23, 2010
Flavorpill Previews Mopery Show
Music: Experimental

Final Mopery Show

Loose Dudes
Bad Drugs
Unmanned Ship
Sun Splitter
Mark Solotroff
Jason Soliday
Paper Mice
Tiger Hatchery

"Buy a six pack, find the unmarked steel door on Milwaukee Ave between the glasses store and the fruit market near the Logan Square blue line stop, open it, and follow the concrete stairs behind. Take a deep breath of the cigarette smoke and sweat. Saturday marks the final chance to witness some of the area's best noise, garage, punk, and otherwise unclassifiable bands at the Mopery, one of the area's most unique and soon-to-be lost havens for alternative music. Prepare for a packed crowd. The current lineup includes 13 serious acts, including Chicago art-rock pioneers ONO and Lechuguillas' quick-rise avant racket. Don't forget some ear plugs." - Josh Jaeger


2830 North Milwaukee Avenue Chicago, IL 60618-7401

          (I)= = = = = = = = = = = = =>>>[SPOKEN] “ALICE! His older brother Eyes small Half shut Dull Ears small Head …. point Teeth … sharp Bed Wall – black… silk … sheet Closet Knives Box Images Moving Ball … in air The images On a couch One laughing My nerves I’m shaking My head… The pain… The excitement I’m waiting Then pain… My head…. I can’t open my eyes ALICE!”

          (II)= = = = = = = = = = = = =>>>[SILENCE/Foreshadowing] “IN 2003, I WAS IN A TERRIBLE CAR CRASH. I FELL ASLEEP AT THE WHEEL AND AWOKE TO THE SOUND OF CHURNING METAL." >>> [SILENCE/Foreshadowing] // >>>EXIT travis.

           (III)= = = = = = = = = = = = =>>>ENTER ONO, minus travis//ONO Performs BREAK-UP. >>>travis reenter when all inst./voice are playing, and recite/overlay: "WE ARE THE OWLS AT NIGHT. WE ARE NOT WHAT WE SEEM. WE ARE NOT PASSERS-BY. WE ARE NEFARIOUS." (REPEATED) >>>THEN, "END SUITE ... JOYOUS NOISE...." (CHURNING METAL!)

           (IV)= = = = = = = = = = = = =>>>I SPARKED AN OWL “I Sparked an Owl By Shannon Rose Riley Quiet spoken by Shannon 1. And I was told In not some far off distant light To wait To hear What I am told …. “Next?” They said. …. “Next” Sample starts ---- then a beat Then lap steel I sparked an owl last night I couldn’t believe How big I made it I sparked an owl last night I couldn’t believe How big I made it The percussive piano begins 1st Count 10 then percussive guitar First a statue Dark and large And then, alive Wings ranging wide Hook and claw White nose and eye. And I was in the book dept. At L.L bean Looking for books When I turned around and let out a little ‘oh’ When I turned and Saw the owl: On a book called Ghost of the woods Or Ghost of the Forest A book on the gray Owl… And… Which… It Reminded me: I sparked an owl last night Last night. I sparked an owl last night I rendered it in gold I sparked an owl last night I sparked an owl last night I sparked an owl last night 2. I sparked an owl last night A Thin oval face It was so still So so still It was like a statue It was about 3 feet high Still as a statue at first glance --then I said a word Or maybe my friend Says a word And I turn around Quiet then spoken by Shannon Maybe not so silent, fit. And I had Forgotten what a Beautiful thing I had made I forgot what a beautiful thing I had made I had forgotten what a beautiful thing I had made until That ……….. I sparked an owl last night I sparked an owl last night I sparked an owl last night

           (V)= = = = = = = = = = = = =>>>ALICE IN WONDERLAND 1. “Going down….” Sample 1----Bass >>Piano playing chords >>Then guitar “Going down down down…. Tears I shed make a river going down down down….” “It’s the doormaus in his house” (REPEATED) “PRISM! PRISM! PRISM!” 2. THE DUCHESS SAMPLE 2 Very noisy staggered percussive sounds “More pepper.” “Off with her head..ha ha ha ha ha….!” 3. “How to make a Hatter Mad?” Sample 3-funky beat >>>Concertina >>>Bass >>>Guitar “Poisoned by Mercury.” “Cursed by the queen.” “And it’s always 6:30 if you know what I mean….”

           (VI)= = = = = = = = = = = = =>>>INTRODUCTION TO ENNUI Bring the sound down to the lonely concertina to wheeze its way into ENNUI [CONCERTINA & VOICE ONLY for INTRODUCTION] “ALICE! Sugar pill. I love the stillness of the wood Scarce heard Here from the world The silent tears I weep Lull the vexed spirit into rest Oh, sweetness then to couch alone To live in joys that once have been If all the day ends in death Ye golden hours of Life’s young spring Of innocence, of love and truth (pause) I’d give all wealth that years have piled The slow result of Life’s decay”

           (VII)= = = = = = = = = = = = =>>>ENNUI © 1980 by travis Je me reveille tot =Le garcon =Le jeune filles =Je les vois Je m’amuse = je m’amuse =je m’amuse Que voulez vous faire ce matin Que voulez vous faire Je voudrais partir Non! Je me lave aujourd’hui? Non! Non! Non! Ennui! Ennui! Ennui! Que voulez vous faire? LUNDI Que voulez vous faire ce matin MARDI MECREDI JEUDI VENDREDI Que voulez vous faire SAMEDI! DIMANCHE! Que voulez vous faire Ennui! Ennui! Ennui! Que voulez vous faire

"Extreme Behavior:
Jim Skafish was too punk for Chicago to handle. Will he finally get his place in history?"
by Jake Austen

This is a link to a TimeOut article about Skafish sent to me by P.Michael as required reading.
P.Michael has seen, and admires, Skafish. As usual, I missed the boat bearing the Musicians.
(P.Michael's 1982 ONO outing to see Klaus Nomi still stokes my day-to-day sense of play.)
Imagine, then: On 19JUN10, how humbled was I to receive a lovely FB post from Mr. Skafish.
I am pleased to share Jake's article, as ONO is mentioned in such musical company.
I feel fairly certain P.Michael will shortly poke me with a Skafish listening list. Sincerely. =travis

". . . . And in the end, the real Skafish appreciators turned out to be
a disparate group of nonpunks that ranged from
to popsters Cheap Trick
(the latter of whom pays tribute by authoring the What’s This? liner notes). . . ."
Jake Austen

Read more: http://chicago.timeout.com/articles/music/28152/extreme-behavior#ixzz0sD8MUoNx

ONO  Interviewed by  LIAM WARFIELD
Secret Beach #2

21st Century ONO

(ONO 1985: Ric Graham, travis, P.Michaael Grego)

I hesitate to brand ONO
anything so specific as Queer—they defy any such neat classification.
More to the point might be lowercase queer, and I’ll borrow definitions from
Merriam-Webster: differing in some odd way from what is usual or normal; eccentric; obsessed; touched.
Differing from what is usual or normal—indeed!
ONO inhabits other realms entirely, not so much a band playing music
as a vessel of divine witchcraft and sensual incantation.
They came across my sky like a thunderclap. It was last November, at a cavernous,
smoke-filled warehouse in Chicago called the Mopery,
where I’d come to play a show with my band. We walk into the place with our little rock and roll equipment
and there’s this striking man—this older black man, dressed head-to-toe in flowing, messianic white;
hair long, white and braided, wearing a bow-tie and spectacles, looking at first glance like some voodoo priest,
or a messenger from the far reaches of space—and he’s hanging pieces of sheet-metal from the ceiling.
Turns out he’s in the opening act, and as I’m loading in equipment I’m anticipating something at least unique,
totally unprepared for the force of nature which is about to come screaming through the Mopery.
I was entranced—I hardly remember a thing.   ONO!
There was a ferocious roar, and the sound of metal on metal; there were great, earthy clods of primordial bass,
and scraps of sonic debris whizzing through the air, and a booming, prophetic voice towered above the fray,
shouting down the walls of Jericho.
I guess they were a band, but I didn’t know what the hell was happening—something was being invented
before my eyes, conjured, a world made new.
I do remember their final song was an epochal version of Lou Reed’s Heroin
that made the original seem like a game of patty-cake.
The singer—the messenger from space—convulsed on the floor, writhing around
in a gut-twistingly real fit of Agony and Ecstasy that was thrilling and terrible to behold.
I mean, Lou Reed just sang the song; these guys detonated it.
I had to be peeled off the floor after they were finished.       Not only that—
my band had to follow theirs! With our dinky little rock and roll songs!
I was mortified. I meekly approached the members of ONO later in the evening to
pay them my compliments, and they responded not only with graciousness, humility and
compliments of their own—they liked my band!—but with an invitation to lunch on top of it all!
The band practiced every weekend, they said, on the far South Side, preceded each week
by a communal meal, and I was welcome to join them some week.
How often have you told someone you liked their band and they invite you to lunch, right off the bat?
Who were these guys?
They’d been doing this, they said, since 1980—literally as long as I’ve been alive.
I wasn’t quite able to wrap my head around it—that a juggernaut like ONO had been lurking in my
own backyard for three decades and I’d never encountered them, or even heard of them.
I hobbled home, my head irrevocably skewed.
It took me six months to accept their invitation, over the course of which I had the pleasure of seeing ONO
play on several occasions at a variety of venues, from dive bar to nail salon. I had a look at their website;
their website, actually, swallowed me whole and spit me back out several hours later, panting.
It contained not only the bio and discography that one might expect from a
band’s website but a long and painstaking history of the group from 1980-present—where they’d performed
and on what date, who with and at what time, what the band wore and what songs they played,
how the audience reacted—not to mention free-floating passages of philosophy, manifesto and avantgarde
poetry. The sheer quantity of unusual facts and startling juxtapositions called for slow digestion;
I mean these guys were serious legends, unsung punk deities from a weirder planet.

(Jesse Thomas)

They’d been around the block and back again;
they’d played shows in the still-smoking ruins of burned-down houses,
they’d played at the University of Chicago and smeared mashed potatoes over
everything, everywhere! Even in the grand piano”;
they’d played with Naked Raygun and nearly started a riot at the Cabaret Metro.
I mean, they turned the city upside-down!
I also struck up a little email correspondence with travis,
the singer of the band, who proved to be a colorful and courteous letter-writer.
We became friends!
It was at travis’ insistence that I finally made it down to 98th and Cottage Grove;
seeing that I wasn’t getting my ass in gear to do it before leaving for Germany,
he finally pinned me down for a Saturday afternoon visit, going so far as to send me
an advance menu for the day’s meal:
zucchini tomato frittata and cheesy cornbread, served with a Coastal Shiraz.
For a white kid from Evanston, 98th and Cottage Grove is practically
the edge of the world—an awfully long bike ride, at least. But
when I arrived lunch was just being served, every bit as savory
as advertised, and I sat down to eat with the band—travis, cofounder
P. Michael Grego, and relative newcomers Jesse Thomas
and Rebecca Pavlatos—feeling very much welcome and in good
hands. After lunch and a tour of the grounds (travis’ house is
spilling over with artwork and artifacts, and his backyard garden
is expansive, containing a number of exotic and poisonous
plants) ONO began practicing. Though lacking the visual and
performative elements so integral to their live show, they were
dense and in great form and I was thoroughly transported. Jesse
and Rebecca then had to split, but I got travis and P. Michael to
sit down for an interview, and over wine and leftover cornbread
I was treated to some chapters and reminiscences from the saga of ONO.
21st Century ONO
Beginning at the beginning, then: travis, the eldest
member (though his tireless energy exceeds that of a schoolboy)
was born in 1946 in Itawamba, Mississippi, a county remote enough
that electricity had not yet arrived. His mother was something of
a wild woman. “Badass Rejetta,” travis laughs: “She bad. She
was wild even then. I was born out of wedlock, and my mother
had no intention of marrying my father. I was born in the same
house as her and my grandmother. And then she immediately,
two days later, goes to St. Louis and joins a female basketball
team. The first time I met her, after I was born—she comes
to Itawamba and she’s with her boyfriend—they come on a
motorcycle. Nobody had ever seen or heard of a motorcycle there
before.” His mother did eventually marry, but travis’ stepdaddy
was something of a rolling stone, and in 1959 Rejetta took travis
and his sisters and moved to Akron, Ohio. “In Akron life was
very different,” he remembers. Even as a teenager, travis had a
queer flair that must have raised some eyebrows in 1950s Ohio.
“I wasn’t aware that I was any different from anyone else—and
I don’t think I am now,” he says, “But thinking back on it, I
had these great phases—I would wear only green for a whole year. I had a green suit, green shirt, green
shoes… if it wasn’t green, I would paint it green! I’ve always liked uniforms…”
He would soon put on an entirely different type of uniform, joining the navy in 1963.
“I joined the military because I wanted to see the world,” travis explains.“I was from Mississippi!”
He remained in the navy for six years,
serving on the USS America and earning a small pile of medals.
The America he returned to in 1969 was a country in flux—the rules had changed, its soul had been
pyschedelicized—and travis felt restless. “What do you do after you’ve spent six years in the military?
After Vietnam and all that, the rest of the world becomes absolutely useless and unnecessary.
The things that people worry about become so insignificant.”
He returned to Ohio to attend Akron University. “I’m working on my first undergraduate, and everything is just so dull.
I’m so bored. And I go to Cleveland, which is nearby, and—kids are having a good time and all that, but their values
are all somehow... irrelevant to my world. So while in Cleveland I join the Ram Dass ashram and start studying to become
a Kundalini Sikh. And of course everybody is freaking out because of the way I dress—I was much more outrageous then.
Much, much, much.
Everybody thought I was a tranny or a queer or something.
I could have been—but I hadn’t thought about it.
I was just doing whatever it is I did.
So I’m in this ashram. In the ashram you wear the same thing all the time; you’ve got the turban, you’ve got the
white cotton everything… except, I discovered this store that sold women’s shoes in my size!
I wasn’t trying to be a tranny or anything; I just liked the feel of them! So I wore my holy robes
with these… red leather, high-heeled, open-toed pumps!
So I got to the point where they’re wondering, what to do with Travis.”
“By that time I’d seen all these rock and roll people,” he continues. “Because in Cleveland—everybody came there.
And I was doing poetry performances”—with proto-punk greats like Pere Ubu—“and all this, and it was a lot of fun,
but I’m thinking… what else is there? So off I go. And I decided that I really did like Kundalini Yoga,
so I decided to go to the ashram in New Mexico and completely surrender my job, my life, my everything. And
I’m driving across the country, and I come to Chicago, and I’m driving down Lake Shore Drive and it was so beautiful;
and I just decided—I think I’ll stay here for the summer.”
After trying and failing to find secretarial work at mainstream black magazines like Ebony and Jet—he could type
a flawless 99 wpm but says that the more old-guard editorial staff didn’t approve of his personal style or comportment
(“They treated me like shit,” he hisses)
—travis was hired at the Northwestern University Law School, where he could dress as outrageously
as he pleased. “Some theater students came down and made a film called A Day in the Life of Travis—they filmed me,
actually for a whole week. In the bathtub, at the law school, the whole
nine yards. They were shocked that I went to the law school in a
wedding gown. I mean, 25 feet!”
travis ended up sticking around, and it was here, in
the late 70s, that he met Cathy Brooks. The daughter of one of
travis’ co-workers, and an early member of ONO, Cathy was a
Shakesperean actress who moonlighted selling pig-ears from a truck in Bronzeville. She had a wild streak to match,
and she began showing up at travis’ house in the middle of the night with a machete,
dragging him out of bed to go dancing at La Mere Vipere, a north side gay club which was home to
the city’s nascent punk scene.
Cathy soon introduced travis to her friend P. Michael Grego.
P. Michael recalls one of their early encounters—they’d gone to meet travis at the Park West for a performance by
John Waters’ legendary go-to actress, Divine:
“From across the park, in the distance, we saw this man… he was naked up to here, and he
had on panties and some military boots and this long, flowing lace or something that was flying in the wind.”
The three were soon running around town together, checking out bands and reading each other’s poetry.
“Starting a band was P. Michael’s idea,” travis says.

(P.Michael Grego)

P. Michael was a native south-sider who’d grown up in an old Hyde Park mansion with an extended
mixed-race family. He and his siblings were kept mostly at home, amid eccentric
relatives and their unusual habits; his grandmother and aunt, he says, practiced
a bizarre, quasi-Catholic religion and read fortunes, and his grandfather was a
Panamanian who played the Spanish guitar and loved American country music.
There was music throughout his early life. His mother played classical piano and
his father played Latin jazz on the saxophone.
In his early teens the family moved further south, and P. Michael was suddenly steeped in the world
of south-side soul—he’d see Jackie Wilson and Curtis Mayfield around the neighborhood,
and Calvin Carter, of the legendary Vee Jay Records, was a neighbor. He began putting together
a succession of R&B and rock bands, playing any gigs he could get—strip clubs, heavy metal bars—
his musical consciousness expanding ever-further as he was exposed to more
fringe elements like Iggy Pop and Funkadelic. By the time he hooked up with Cathy and travis, P. Michael
was ready to tackle something new; the infant punk scene hinted at wild new vistas
of creative possibility, and he wanted action.
“I had a vision. I said it was going to be a fusion of poetry and art, and visuals and sound,” he says.
“Punk theater—threatening punk theater.” For their part, travis says, he and Cathy just sort of hopped aboard
for the ride. “It was up to P. Michael to tell us what to do. We had no idea what this was about.”
travis did, however, coin the band’s name, an abbreviation of ONOMATOPOEIA.
“I wanted to be able to write things that didn’t necessarily mean anything to
anybody in the whole world, but the very sound of those phrases,
and the voicing of those phrases, impacted you.”
The nascent band picked up a guitar player almost by accident.
“I was roller-skating from my house to my office every day,” travis says, “And one day I ran into this kid—this wild,
insane German who’s running into everything, and I’m getting a drink, and he’s comes—boom!—running up and says,
I have nobody to skate with me! Will you skate with me? So we go skating—it turns out he has this art exhibition on display,
so we go to his art exhibition… and so Mark then becomes our guitarist. He’d never played guitar before in his life.”
Their first show was with
Al Jorgensen’s pre-Ministry group, Special Affect,
and a young Naked Raygun,
in October of 1980.
ONO would, by default, find a home of sorts in the city’s punk scene,
playing frequently with bands like End Result and the Effigies, but from the beginning the group’s outlandishness
relegated them to the margins.
ONO takes the stage;
creates a pyramid of 100 watt amps—plus, at the edge of the stage,
three altars of chains, hubcaps and metal pipes, to open our set with “Danger,”
reads travis’ account of a “typical”
ONO performance. Was it my white wedding dress with train and veil or our amplified metal/”noise” that frightened away
the hecklers?
Nor did their music bear much resemblance, aside from sheer volume, to the 1-2-3-4 whiplash of
hardcore punk groups like Naked Raygun.
ONO described themselves as an
Experimental Performance, NOISE, and
Industrial Performance
Poetry Band,
Exploring Gospel’s Darkest Conflicts, Tragedies and Premises
—a formula expansive enough to encompass liturgical chanting, freeform noise, negro spirituals, found poetry,
patriotic hymns, junkyard percussion and repurposed rock and roll,
but not one designed to win many fans among white, suburban punkers.
“We never really fit in with the punk thing,”
P. Michael readily admits.
For ONO, in fact, the music was often
an afterthought—queer spectacle was the thing.
“I have never liked music,” travis insists, with a provocative grin.
“I don’t care about music. I have no interest whatsoever in music. None.”
Not to say that ONO went unnoticed.
They were the subject of a 1983 Chicago Reader feature titled Chicago’s
Best Kept Secret
, and released an LP on Thermidor Records called Machines That Kill People.
They meanwhile picked up a new guitarist, Ric Graham, and continued to put on a
tireless succession of increasingly extravagant performances at increasingly unusual venues—a
“psychedelic dance party” in upper-crust Wilmette; in an elevator at 850 N. Lake Shore Drive, at Navy Pier’s
Chicago International Art Expo, where travis, naked but for a jockstrap, was dragged through the
audience in a steel cage—though they never toured any further than Kalamazoo, Michigan.
Ever-interdisciplinary, ONO also collaborated constantly with filmmakers, painters and poets
from the city’s artistic fringes.
By the late 80s things began to slow down for ONO as a proper unit.
Neither travis nor P. Michael talk about the band having ever broken up;
it seems they more went into hibernation, as other paths and projects came to the fore.
travis returned to school, pursuing performance studies with Dr. Dwight Conquergood
while continuing to work full-time at the law school. He got involved with, and eventually became vice-president/treasurer
of American Veterans for Equal Rights, an advocacy group for LGBT vets.
And in 2001, after a visit to the Royal Museum for Central Africa, an ethnographic art museum in Brussels,
travis began painting. He paints daily, and his house is literally filled with paintings, floor to ceiling,
lushly primitive bursts of expressionist color and form; his art has been featured in numerous solo
and group exhibitions. He struggles, however, with the black art establishment, who find his work “too dark”;
his website, travistravis.com, proclaims he’s been rejected and despised by black galleries.
The band and its legacy had fallen into something of a state of neglect by 2007, when Plastic Crimewave featured them
in his Secret History of Chicago Music comic, which appears weekly in the Chicago Reader. travis and P. Michael were,
he says, “hard as hell” to track down, but once he did his interest convinced them to start playing again, initially as a
one-off for his Million Tongues Festival. They’d been palling around and sporadically collaborating with
keyboardist Rebecca Pavlatos and guitarist Jesse Thomas (of the End of the World band),

(Rebecca Pavlatos)

and before long ONO had become a fully-functioning four-piece,
Rebecca bringing a sort of deconstructed classical training to her noisy, surging organ playing and
Jesse filling things out with a supremely tasteful palette of spiky guitar abstractions.
I know what you’re probably thinking;
if you’re anything like me,
you’re deeply suspicious of rock and roll “reunions”,
wherein the wild, sweet innocence of youthful noisemaking is inevitably neutered and sanitized to the point of hideous
self-mockery—think the Sex Pistols as a bunch of flatulent sexagenarians, squeezing every last dollar from their safely
shrink-wrapped legacy.
The reemergence of ONO, I assure you, is nothing of the kind. Not only do they continue to perform with
absolutely undiminished intensity and inventiveness, but they seem to have found, in 2010, a far more diverse,
open-minded and artistically-inclined music community in Chicago than the rigid, four-on-the-floor hardcore
scene that they’d drifted away from in the mid-80s. Could the world be catching up?
It’s also clear that they’re enjoying every minute of it.
“When I’m on stage, I am having more fun with myself—it’s like masturbation, baby. I am having a good time,” says travis.
But his tone changes when I ask whether there aren’t more serious intentions at work as well.
“I am deadly serious in everything I do,” he says flatly. “Always.”
He’s very much attuned to the challenges and idiosyncrasies of not only playing in a dense,
performative noise band but being queer and black as well, and he’s not shy in voicing his frustrations with the shape
of this cultural context. “If we were truly interested in our culture, as an American culture, or a black culture,
you would see more black artists, more black galleries, more involvement,” he laments.
“Instead, you get it in a band called ONO.”


He talks of recontextualizing black traditions, such as the gospel diva:
“You get a sense of what these gospel divas are like… if you look at the gospel divas and then look at an ONO show,
there is a relationship there. I was thinking of this last month—I was in my basement, thinking what am I going to do
with all these clothes? I should start cataloguing them.
So I started counting them and putting them in order;
I have seventy long frocks. And I looked at them and I thought: Mahalia Jackson…”
“There’s also this concern that I personally have about the relationship
of the entertainment industry, especially the black entertainment industry, to
the queer community,” he continues.” The idea of there being a black, queer
male just terrifies people. And when I come out in a gown, people assume a lot
about me that is not true. I wish it were sometimes! But I’m not going to deny it—I would never deny it.
Simply because—it’s important to me that queer culture be represented in who I am,
because I have never made a distinction between queer culture and straight culture. Even though it’s been
beaten into me ever since I got to the north—and it was worse in the south! Because there, it didn’t exist.
That’s not possible—there’s no such thing as sodomy.
You would never say that word in decent company.
And so, you have this image onstage of a black male who—
I have no compunctions about wearing… I love a good frock. And for me—I’m playing!
I’m having a good time!
At age 64, anybody who says I can’t have a good time can kiss my ass!”
“I’m not going to get in people’s faces and say here’s what we are and here’s what we are not,”
he says, reflecting on the sometimes-uncomprehending crowds who have borne
witness to ONO’s feral flights of fancy over the years.
“If I can get into their world by being their gimmick now, maybe I can
influence their children later.”

21st Century ONO


^ ^ ^
Wednesday, May 12, 2010
Live Review:
ONO at the Museum of Contemporary Art

Text Mr. Nitetrotter  - May 12, 2010

Yesterday I had the opportunity to catch Chicago 80's noise punk legends ONO at the Museum of Contemporary Art in Chicago.  
If you haven't heard of them they were played with bands like Naked Raygun back in the 80s to mixed results,
they were also labelmates of the Birthday Party and Flipper.
You can buy their original LP Machines That Kill People for approximately 300 dollars on Ebay.


This was my third time catching ONO live.
The other two times were in completely different settings of diy punk shows with the average crowd.
This on the other hand was in the fancy cafe of the Museum right off of the Magnificent Mile.  
I walked in a little late following the dark noise to see ONO frontman in a white gown and headdress
performing a unique dance with a hundred yuppies paying complete attention.

He freely roamed the room and even went outside the windows
via a few loops around the revolving door to change dresses.
He looked these people in the eye and was dead serious.

The crowd was all sipping overpriced drinks
as if they just got off their jobs in the loop
stopping by at the museum for free Tuesdays. 

The show was part of a series of concerts
with art displayed by Plastic Crime(Steve Krakow)
who is the man behind the
Secret History of Chicago Music
comic strip series in the Chicago Reader
among other amazing pyschedelic activities.
He did well by picking out ONO to play this.

Each time I have seen ONO it has been totally different but always satisfying.
This was the darkest and most fucked up I have witnessed them.
It was also the most heavy, it sounded great in that room.
The music backing up Travis' performance art is reminiscent of
Throbbing Gristle or something like that with their own flavor.
You can tell there is a definite Chicago R&B influence
and I can't get over the
African Spiritual style of singing Travis does in the songs.
He is 62 and still killing it!
He is my favorite cross dressing front man EVER!
If you have a chance to see them make sure you do it.
They are certainly one of the Chicago's best kept secrets. 
Posted by NITETROTTER666 at 6:05 PM

(The Secret History of Chicago Music)



Steve KrakowMay 8-30, 2010 http://www.mcachicago.org/exhib_images/ONO.jpg

Steve Krakow, The Secret History of Chicago Music (Ono), 2008. Courtesy of the artist

UBS 12 x 12 Artist Talk: Steve Krakow

Steve Krakow, aka Plastic Crimewave,
is an artist, musician, and curator widely known for his info strip, The Secret History of Chicago Music.
Comprising approximately 100 8-by-11-inch drawings that incorporate
extensive research by the artist,
The Secret History of Chicago Music
has developed into an important study of the
obscure blues, jazz, rock, funk, soul, folk, R&B, and punk musicians from Chicago's rich and diverse musical history.
As Krakow states, the series highlights
"pivotal Chicago musicians that somehow have not gotten their just dues."

Krakow hand draws and writes each installment of the strip
in a style that references such iconic comic artists as Robert Crumb,
while the series itself continues the tradition of
documenting and disseminating America's musical heritage,
as pioneered by Folkways Records and Harry Smith's Anthology of American Folk Music.
The info strip is published every two weeks in the Chicago Reader
and is included in a musical segment/show aired every second Sunday on the Nick Digilio show on WGN 720.

For his UBS 12 x 12 exhibition,
Krakow presents a selection of The Secret History of Chicago Music strip, dating from 2005 to the present.
The exhibition also includes a series of Tuesday night performances by musicians
who have been featured in The Secret History of Chicago Music.
The performance series takes place in the UBS 12 x 12 Gallery.

In addition to The Secret History of Chicago Music,
Krakow's Galactic Zoo Dossier, a hand-drawn "psychedelic magazine"
is published by the Chicago-based label Drag City,
and his illustrations have been commissioned for
numerous magazines, album covers, comic books, and promotional posters.
Krakow is also a member of the psychedelic rock band Plastic Crimewave Sound,
and curates the Million Tongues music festival at the Empty Bottle in Chicago.

. . .

Performance Schedule
Tuesday, May 11, 7 pm
ONO have been shaking up Chicago audiences since the early 80s
with their curious mix of art theatre, gospel, electronics, and anything else they choose.
Produced by Al Jourgensen of Ministry and label mates to legendary acts like
Flipper and the Birthday Party, they also polarized crowds opening for punk acts like Naked Raygun.
The electric front man known only as Travis and the musical genius P. Michael, continue to impress.

The following article is an excerpt. The article is well worth reading in its entirety.
It contains significant Links, including a VIDEO Link to
ONO @ the 666 Show - Chicago - 1984 ).

Thank You Jake Austen

The A.V. Club *Chicago*

Tutu And The Pirates and four other Chicago punk-rock asterisks
by Jacob Austen May 6, 2010
Two of Chicago’s earliest and oddest punk bands reunite Saturday at the Empty Bottle
to celebrate the release of their retrospective albums:
Tutu And The Pirates’ Sub-Urban Insult Rock For The Anti/Lectual and DA’s !.
Their reappearance is a reminder that while Chicago-punk bigshots like
Naked Raygun, The Effigies, and Big Black tended to be aggressive, literate bands,
the city's also had its share of weird and crude punk acts, too.
Whether it was Jim Skafish’s massive nose,
Algebra Suicide’s poetry, or Toothpaste’s cereal-based comedy,
a number of bands had conventions that were irregular even for a punk scene,
assuring they’d remain asterisks in Chicago rock lore.
Before the Tutu And The Pirates/DA show,
The A.V. Club inspected five bizarre acts from Chicago's punk yesteryear and pinpointed
what went wrong.
. . .
ONO (1980-∞)
What was wrong:
This noise/experimental/performance art project was fronted by Travis Dobbs (a.k.a. "Travis"),
a majestic, gay Vietnam vet and sound-sculptor.
ONO combined drones, gospel, theatricality, blackface, Dynasty, and cross-dressing
in ways that drove Naked Raygun fans crazy.
What happened:
Travis became a fixture in Chicago’s arts scene.
In part inspired by interest from Chicago’s psychedelic overlord
Plastic Crimewave,
ONO has returned to Chicago stages and plays a show at the
Museum of Contemporary Art on May 11.
Whether aging '80s scenesters can survive DA, Tutu, and ONO in one weekend remains to be seen.

travis interviewed by Clare Fentress:

The Chicago Weekly

travis travis (uncapitalized, no last name) has been a fixture of the South Side arts scene
since he moved to the area ten years ago.
A Mississippi native of black and Native American heritage, he is a visual artist,
the front man of cult noise-rock group ONO, and a computer technician
at the University of Chicago’s Chapin Hall.
Chicago Weekly:
Do you see any artists or galleries on the South Side that you either admire
or you think have been important forces in shaping an arts community in the area?
Oh yes. The reality, though, is that most of them are white.
There’s a woman, Rebecca Zorach, here at the University of Chicago. The woman is God.
She goes places on the South Side that black folks won’t go,
and is instrumental in looking at art, not only from an “outside” perspective,
but also as an insider. She has an appreciation for the reality that all art is political.
And that I have deep respect for.
“Art for art’s sake” is not now, nor has it ever been, a value in the black community.
But we are at a great, great point in history.
We can ask, what does it mean to have black art? To be a black artist?
To look at black art and to have a sense of what it means?
How do you read a black work if you are not black?
Rebecca could probably answer that better than most black curators could.
I’m not suggesting that you have to be black by any means, but there’s a black sensibility that,
as Americans, we easily overlook or have no real reason to look for. But it is there.
Another part of that is that there are old, old, black people who are dying rapidly, but who have a lot to say.
Once I actually did art on my lawn, on the street in front of my house.
And these old black women just sat down in the street with me,
and we were creating work out of soil, and paint, mixing soil with paint and stones.
And these women had things to say. I go to the black cemeteries and I talk to the people who are black gravediggers,
and these people have stories, they have unimaginable tales about their relationships to their children;
their values are very different. Well, those things also eventually, or should, fall into art.
Writing is a part of that, and storytelling is part of art.
I’d be interested to hear what you think about Theaster Gates,
who is doing all this work that he posits as being very specific to the black community,
but at the same time is being embraced by basically a white museum audience.
Theaster Gates is wonderful. He and I put on a show at the South Side Community Arts Center last year.
And last summer—thanks to Rebecca Zorach, who brought us together, by the way—I went to his house
and helped build teepees. Teepees! And some people got so excited, they had the police take them down
because “homeless people might move in.” Imagine that! We might create an art that might be useful!
And it was Theaster Gates who brought that to bear. I love the man’s work.
You talk about creating art that you think has value and that you find important.
Do you make those valuations as a person, as a black man,
as an artist working in a community—where does that value come from?
Someday I’m going to be old and I’m going to either have to die
or enjoy what I’m doing.
I think that old people should never be bored.
I often tell my friends, “I am too old to be bored.”
And that to me has everything to do with my approach to art.
It has to be something that is of value to me that makes me want to do it continuously.
That’s my response. I put on my art shows, in which I put on my art.
And there are people who are willing to indulge that and play with me.
(Clare Fentress)


VIDEO from Anna Gregoline   &  SAOKOPUNK

ONO "The Model Bride"
ONO "Johnny Angel" Surveilled


ONO Reviews, via Coach House Sounds
Thank You Matt, Doug and Neal


T.S: Thus far into the project, what is the most memorable session that you’ve recorded?
M.B: I’d have to say our session with Ono, who are an experimental art rock band
formed  in the late 70’s.   We also invited Joe Carducci, formerly of SST Records
and now a writer/filmmaker, and having him there, just sort of the grandfather
of this whole indie-rock, DIY thing, and having him in the basement with Ono,
who’s unlike any other band I’ve ever heard,
was just an incredible experience.
Their keyboardist brought these homemade Grecian desserts from a wedding
she had been at the night before and that was really cool.
It was overall just a really good day,
that band has such a great personality; both as individuals and as a band.

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ONO “I Am An Elephant”
February 4th, 2010
From their Coach House Sounds session. You, Me, Them, Everybody Chicago Music Podcast.

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Concert Review: Coach House Sounds Night @ The Whistler


" It happens all the time, right?   
You walk into your local bar and pounding drums, swirling organs, and measured guitar.
  You turn to look at the stage there you see a man in a peach dress wearing a sort of headdress
made out of flowers and banging on sheet metal.   
Well, it only happened if you had walked in during a performance by the Chicago legends ONO
like I did last night at The Whistler.   
ONO has been perfecting their wild performance art since 1980,
and completely wowed the crowd.   
Lead singer Travis merged the presence of Saul Williams, the darkness of Mike Patton,
and the fashion of Courtney Love.   
His voice is a frightening crooner that often breaks to the darker side of things.
Following ONO was the psychedelic furry or Moonrises.   
This band was a sonic explosion and they played with passion and plenty of feedback.   
They combine elements of popular acts like Wolfmother or The Black Keys,
but adds a fierce darkness to their sound.
The night was incredible, but I had to leave before the
gentler Lesser Birds of Paradise took the Stage.
Coach House Sounds had done it again, combined inventive music with
live literary reading and created an atmosphere charged with creativity.   
You can catch ONO and witness the madness in person on
Feb 26th @ The Woodlawn Collaborative with Suckling Pigs and Anemrostone.

Published on February 17, 2010 -


Coach House Sounds Presents ONO

"...ONO have the noise-gospel musical genre entirely to themselves." ===Joe Carducci

Hello, Thanks to Doug & Neal, we have two new sessions posted on Coach House Sounds today.
And thanks to Joe Carducci,
who posted a photo that he shot and some information on ONO
and their session @ Coach House Sounds on 11/22/09.

See all this on his blog
The New Vulgate.

And thanks to Plastic Crimewave, who performs in Moonrises, for introducing us to ONO in the first place...
We're thrilled to be posting the Moonrises & ONO sessions
in conjunction with our upcoming event at the Whistler...

Tuesday 2/16
7pm (EARLY SHOW) @ The Whistler
Lesser Birds of Paradise

with live readings by Brian Costello & Jason Behrends
2421 N Milwaukee Avenue in Chicago,           no cover...

www.travistravis.com                         http://www.myspace.com/onopmichaelono


ONO Article by ARVO ZYLO


THU.,  26NOV09 = Happy THANKSGiving  2009


>> Series 1 Episode 11 (November 09)
                        Industrial/Avant-Gospel Music from ONO


05SEP09 - Curated by John Brearley
Camera by  Anna Gregoline
Live Projections by  Clint Mosling

travis @ PrideParade2009
Wearing running gear deemed too shameless
to carry the American Flag for AVER/Chicago in the Chicago PrideParade
(Photos by E. Zasadil)

Soul Train Reunion

ONO Interviewed by Roctober Magazine 


REVIEW of ONO @ ENEMY show:       http://bloodlust.blogspot.com/
"Ono was up next and what a show they put on! Early industrial meets minimal synth
  meets almost surfed-out coldwave guitars meets true Chicago outsider weirdness.
         Travis remains the ultimate frontman, not that there was any doubt in that department.
      Expanded to a four-piece, sans Ric Graham, but with a new guitarist [Jesse Thomas]
    and a new keyboardist [Rebecca Pavlatos], the band has a fuller sound than I recall
           from the 1980s.   And they rocked the room... heads were bobbing, people were smiling.
Excellent! I am looking forward to more. Someday, "Ennui" will be mine... "   





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"Onomatopoeia ... is a word or a grouping of words that imitates the sound it is describing,...."
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   21stCentury  Industrial  NOISE

"In common use, the word noise means unwanted sound or noise pollution...."

"In signal processing or computing it can be considered data without meaning;
that is, data that is not being used to transmit a signal,
but is simply produced as an unwanted by-product of other activities.

In Information Theory, however, noise is still considered to be information.

In a broader sense, film grain or even advertisements in web pages can be considered noise.

Noise can block, distort, or change/interfere with the meaning of a message in both
human and electronic communication...."

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