Showing posts with label Jo Robertson. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Jo Robertson. Show all posts

Friday, 21 March 2008

JO ROBERTSON'S NEW CD OUT NOW!




Gardener 4:03
Lit 3:19
Silver 2:34
Grasscat 3:56
Blow 4:18
Stovepipe 3:35
Tap 4:22
Lipsun 2:39
Dragg 2:39
Marker 4:40
Crackling 3:37
Fringe 3:45
Ola 4:38

All songs and pictures by Joanne Robertson
produced by David Cuningham

www.textilerecords.com
www.myspace.com/jorobertsonblood39n39feathers

Tuesday, 17 July 2007

JO ROBERTSON'S SUNDAY NIGHT LIVE WITH MARTIN CREED AS A GUEST






destiny nights
charismatic impact for artistic ministries
me with music, all things are possible

SUNDAY NIGHT LIVE
presents a night by
JO ROBERTSON
SUNDAY JULY 15

INCLUDING LIVE PERFOMANCES BY:
JO ROBERTOSN
MARTIN CREED AND HIS BAND
MEMEME
TUTI FRUITI
DJs: Craig Garrett, Franz Ferdinand, Rachal Bradley and Joanne Robertson
http://www.myspace.com/jorobertsonblood39n39feathers

SUNDAY NIGHT LIVE
Three Sunday night gigs / night club propositions by artists/artist bands
invited by Pablo Leon de la Barra:
NEXT NIGHTS:
July 22 Esther Planas/Club Esther/Dirty Snow
July 29 Tetine

From 8:00 PM to 11:00 at
Bistrotheque, 23-27 Wadeson Street, London E9
www.bistrotheque.com

Sunday Night Live is a satellite event of THE WEASEL: POP MUSIC AND CONTEMPORARY ART at South London Gallery
www.southlondongallery.org
www.myspace.com/theweasel_slg

Friday, 11 May 2007

JO ROBERTSON CURATES A GREAT SHOW "HOT FOR TEACHER"





HOT FOR TEACHER
Curated by Jo Robertson and
Byron Coley
with:
Rita Ackermann
Rachal Bradley
David Cunningham
Martin Creed
Pierre Cupp
Spencer Clark
Tali Febland
Kim Gordon
Manuela Gernedel
Celia Hempton
Max Kansas
Kilynn Lunsford
Thurston Moore
Shana Moulton
John Olson
Jo Robertson
Lucy Stein

glitter rettilg glitter sister met you in a four poster bed with stools and grass hands playing at my feet, a readymade jumpsuit with fiery wings, landed in my coat pocket and i started to sing, how doth though receive me? with open arms which laugh and chuckle at my paranoia, I hope they do, cause i love you.

feel the power of glitter transcending its own formal boundaries, emerging out the equation's nether end as a sheet of purest noise. before glitter, there were only tears. and they soaked the paper with invisible images that directly burned the pineal eye. after glitter, there was everything. a cascade of possibilities sonically etched onto the backs of eyelids. heard and seen merged. a triumverate implied when combined with imagination. which only you can bring.

Private View 10/05/07 6pm-8pm
Nog Gallery
182 Brick Lane
London
E1 6SA
02077394134
info@noggallery.com
after party downstairs, bands/dj's