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DOIN' IT WITH DAVID GRUBBS

posted April 10th, 2013

David Grubbs has been gettin' down to business on The Plain Where the Palace Stood - and everywhere else too! His new album comes out next Tuesday—and you can preview it on Pitchfork leading up till then! Meanwhile, David has appeared in a handful of monumental performances in Europe in the past few weeks that have nothing to do with The Plain Where the Palace Stood, mining fertile other territories in the world of sound. The first of these was “The Wired Salutation,” a new collaboration with visual artist Angela Bulloch that premiered in the theater at the Centre Pompidou in Paris on March 23. Yeah, the Centre Pompidou! Classy - or may we say, classique? Or perhaps we should just say we don't know what the fuck we're talking about, huh? Regardless, in “The Wired Salutation,” Bulloch doubled the quartet of Grubbs, Andrea Belfi, Stefano Pilia, and herself by creating 3-D avatars of the group. No, you didn’t imagine it. Now Grubbs can officially be in two places at once - and they're both in a gallery space in Paris, what a dream. If that's not prime real estate enough for you in Art City, here's another nugget of proverbial propriété en bord de mer: while in Paree, David also performed in a vicous throttle of Rhys Chatham's "Guitar Trio" alongside Nina Canal and Chatham himself, sharing a bill with legendary No Wavers UT and Lydia Lunch in a program entitled "From No Wave to Post-Rock: New York - Chicago" at the Ecole Nationale Supériore d'Architecture, which you owe it to yourself and your office buds to watch HERE.

Finished? Cheers. Clearly, David's full speed ahead on his exquisite juggernauty journey of jamming together contemporary art with contemporary music in both theory AND practice, which is grand on paper and plasma screen alike. But what does it sound like in your ears? Lend 'em to the ravished and ravishing landscape and the careful constructions that remain on The Plain Where the Palace Stood...HERE-- and check out the record that made WIRE magazine cry like a baby! And not with rage this time...