Zinester Queen of the Small Potatoes discusses the Creative Life on NextTribe

If you missed my CREATIVE, NOT FAMOUS chat with NextTribe, here ’tis, enriched with an over the shoulder peek at the Silverback’s childhood home, a couple of standard issue pandemic mute/unmute glitches, and special appearances by contributors Ellia Bisker and J. Gonzalez-Blitz!

If you’ve got dishes to wash, laundry to fold, orders to ship out, 1000s of beads to stitch onto your new burlesque costume or other assorted busywork, this will help the time fly by!

Thanks to host Jeannie Edmunds and the Next Tribe community for having me.

Thursday 6/9 – FREE Creative, Not Famous virtual event

author photo of Ayun Halliday, a smiling middle aged woman with brown hair, a beat up motorcycle jacket, and a fuzzy cat hat. Book cover of CREATIVE, NOT FAMOUS: The Small Potato Manifesto - a crest bearing the book's title flanked by cartoon, anthropomorphic potatoes wielding a guitar and a paintbrush, respectively.
Come out and play!

I’m toddling onto Next Tribe for free, virtual, interactive CREATIVE, NOT FAMOUS event tomorrow evening (or depending on your coordinates, afternoon, night, morning…)

Join me, if’n you’re not too Zoomed out. Make me feel like I’m the host of All Things Considered by putting me on in the background.

Better yet, roll up with questions, news of your own creative projects, cats, cocktails, mocktails… all the things! I’d love to see you, or, for the camera-averse, hear you.

Grab a spot and gitcher Zoom link here.Wahooooo!

Extra punishment for those who read all the way to the end: If you’re looking for ways to procrastinate (and dug the book) I’d be much obliged if you’d post a customer review to the site of your choice – your fave indie bookseller, your blog, AmazonGood ReadsBarnes & NobleLibrary Thing … for purposes of getting the word out, they’re all good.

(A massive thank you to those who’ve already shrugged into this voluntary harness!)

xxx Ayun Halliday

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Let’s make a collaborative Charming Disaster zine Friday Sept 17!


The Chief Primatologist of The East Village Inky is DELIGHTED to be joining Charming Disaster, one of her favorite bands, for their weekly Quarantine Livestream, Friday September 17 at EST.

We’re gonna spice things up with a live collaborative project as we listen- illustrating Heart of Brass from their Spells + Rituals album. Grab a phrase and come prepared with a black pen and a piece of standard white printer paper, folded in half, portrait style (or the digital equivalent thereof), and for those who favor collage, a glue stick or rubber cement. FUN!

The lyrics are here, but I’ll paste em below, too.

If you’re worried about your artistic abilities, fret not. Whatever you make will be wonderful.

If you’re STILL worried about your artistic abilities, I took the liberty of snagging some images from the public domain of some of the jolly items namechecked by the song: a dirigible, a diving bell, laudanum… that sort of thing. Access them here!

Print em out and be ready to embellish them during our time together – collage, drawing, handwritten words…it’s all good!

Or go hunting in the public domain for images that speak to you.

After the livestream, be sure to email your creation to me and/or Charming Disaster as a jpeg or PNG file.

What will it become? A zine? A music video? A major sensation? Play along and see!

#charmingdisaster #zine

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Heart of Brass from SPELLS + RITUALS by Charming Disaster
© all rights reserved

In the dirigible’s gondola, the clouds fog up your monocle
You wipe it with a handkerchief embroidered with a monogram
Looking for lost continents, you’d better check your pocket watch
We won’t be home for luncheon but they’ll keep the platters warm

Not as pure as gold (a captive of the scientist)
Not as sharp as glass (he practiced his/her experiments)
Not as strong as stone (flesh and blood will never last)
My baby’s got a heart of brass

Underneath the diving bell, return to the submersible
Before the lonely nautilus can wrap you in its tentacles
Moistening your handkerchief to polish your discoveries
The needle of the compass doesn’t point to any north


Quince paste laced with laudanum will get you through the tedium
Of waiting to be rescued from inside the sanitarium
The esoteric brotherhood suspect you’re up to nothing good
The ampule in your handkerchief will put them all to sleep

We’re all some kind of machine
We’re only cogwheels, pistons and steam
All of us powered by water and heat
It makes our tick-tock hearts beat beat beat beat
Beat beat beat beat beat beat beat beat

The automaton forever sits, its hand upon the writing desk
Gently grips a fountain pen that circumscribes an arabesque
Deciphering the messages encrypted by the alchemist
A handkerchief will wipe away the secrets that it keeps


Floating down the Amazon, we wonder if we’ve gone too far and
Plunge into the whirlpool at the basin of the waterfall
Scribbling this chronicle, the fog clouds up your monocle
A handkerchief can stopper up our message in a bottle
We have left it gently bobbing on the surface of the water
As we sail around the spiral into mystery or miracle
Cry into your scry glass, inquire of your oracle
Squint into your spyglass, you can see us wave farewell

Pete’s Mini Zine Fest 9/18

Flyer listing the 2001 participants for the annual Pete's Mini Zine Fest

September 18, 2pm-7pm at Pete's Candy Store in Brooklyn New York

Look at all these fckn zinesters! The East Village Inky will see you at Pete’s Mini Zine Fest 9/18. Bring proof of vaccination & small bills!


Invitation to Necromancers of the Public Domain: The Periodical Cicada
June 7 2021 FREE!

Necromancers of the Public Domain, my other long running project, in which we resurrect a forgotten, aged book as a 1-Night-Only Variety Show has been on hiatus since Covid clobbered NYC theaters. But a few days ago, I caught a serious case of BROOD X Cicada Mania, and it led me to a book from 1907 that is just screaming (like a sex-crazed male 17-year cicada) to be Necromanced.

So we’re doin’ it, but not in a tree. Not even in an Off Off Broadway theater. Rather we are doing it in the Virtual Realm so EVERYONE can celebrate Brood X with us.

Monday, June 7, 7pm EST

streaming on YouTube, Facebook, & Theater of the Apes
Links to be announced

After that the show will make like a cicada and burrow into a strange netherworld (Theater of the Apes‘ website) for another 17 years.

FREE! Donations to Theater of the Apes & the performers always welcome.

More intel HERE

What happens in Romania stays in Romania…?

Zoomed out? Twitch IN to tonight’s Neo-Futurist reunion episode of the Neo Show, when David Kodeski, Greg Kotis, Scott Hermes, Noelle Krimm, Diana Slickman and I rehash the Neo-Futurists 1995 2-city world to Aspen and Sibiu, Romania, among other topics.

What happened in Romania stays in Romania? Who knows… the tuică flowed rather freely… Fun gets started TONIGHT, May 4 at 9pm EST.

Join us at the link below and smash that comment section! http://www.twitch.tv/chicago4real

L’Ourse Premier Spécial de Nöel

Streaming Live HERE as part of The Tank NYC’s CyberTank telethon

Celebrate the nativity of Greg Kotis with Theater of the Apes, January 6, NYC

Happy Birthday to Greg…

Let us celebrate the ancestral homeland of this dear baby with cake, song, surprise guests, hijinx…

I’m hosting, and allegedly both kids are performing. Maybe we won’t make Greg be the stage hand this time. Come check out the Chief Primatologist’s OTHER long running project…
More intel here…

The Bushwick Book Club: Good Talk

Ye gods, the hunter has become the hunted!

Mira Jacob Good Talk









I got tapped to write a song about Mira Jacob’s new graphic memoir, Good Talk, and perform it as part of the always amazing Bushwick Book Club, Sunday, September 22  at 7pm at Barbés in Brooklyn. I’m gonna need you to buy me a drink after.

Author Mira Jacob will be in attendance and giving a reading in addition to all the original songs by 13 local songwriters, choreographers, artists and chefs in response to her candid tale of growing up in one of the few East Indian families in 70’s/80’s New Mexico and raising a child in an interracial family in the years leading up to the Trump presidency.

More intel here.

Necromancers of the Public Domain: The Art of Aubrey Beardsley

I’ll be rolling out my patented hostess schtick October 7 for the next installment of my monthly series, Necromancers of the Public Domain wherein an aged book from the New York Society Library is given new life as a 1-Night-Only NYC variety show.

This month’s title, The Art of Aubrey Beardsley is especially dear to me as the artist was a great favorite of my late father’s, who owned a similar volume he didn’t hide nearly well enough.

Mark you calendar becauseTickets are on sale NOW! Early bird discount code through October 3: SALOME

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