Madison Community Fridges project combines fresh food and mutual aid

Starting with one fridge on East Johnson Street, the project is expanding its network.

Madison’s newest hot spot for fresh foods is also a hub for mutual aid. 

Since late July, a fledgling grassroots group called Madison Community Fridges has been stocking a refrigerator on the lawn at 1005 East Johnson St., near the intersection with Brearly Street. Some of the residents at the address who work at Troy Farm fill the fridge with leftover produce. A small pantry for perishable goods also sits next to the fridge. Madison Community Fridges invites neighbors to add food and community members to help themselves. “Take what you need, leave what you can,” is their motto. Read more at Tone Madison.

The second Black Arts Matter Festival adapts and centers queer artists

Poetry and music combine in this year’s live-streamed event.

This year, with the arts at a near standstill as venues remain closed and artists are unable to tour due to the worsening COVID-19 pandemic, Irvin re-thought the Black Arts Matter Festival’s mission and presentation. 

“My goal was to safely present artists and to support artists. Believing ‘Black arts matter’ means paying Black artists,” Irvin says. “My goal this year was to definitely give a platform for them. It’s an opportunity to feel community from wherever you are.” Read more at Tone Madison.

Reparations Thrift asks white Madisonians to pay it back in style

The mutual-aid organization makes a case for fashion-based reparations.

Reparations Thrift purposefully connects fashion with reparations. Cultural appropriation is rampant, particularly on Instagram, says Thrift co-head Venus Han. Personalities like the Kardashians get likes—and accumulate social capital—by cherry-picking aspects of style from Black and brown cultures. Read more at Tone Madison.

Full Circle

Stage-StoweZak-crJeffKlawes-09062018Shunned by his church and college, Zak Stowe finds a home directing “Southern Baptist Sissies”

Five years ago, Zak Stowe was being raked over the coals for trying to stage a play that his conservative Lutheran college considered anti-Christian. Now in Madison, Stowe is making his directorial debut with StageQ’s Southern Baptist Sissies, the story of young gay men finding themselves in Texas. Read more at Isthmus.com.

Unequal displays of public nudity

When you bike nude around Madison, people are overjoyed to see you. They stop to smile, wave, laugh, cheer and take photos and videos. The mid-June World Naked Bike Ride, a 400-strong parade of merry pranksters, smeared with sunscreen and body paint, rang bike bells and shouted body-positive encouragement like “You’re beautiful!” to stunned and delighted bystanders. Do note that this cycle gang was 75 percent male and 98 percent white.

Madison’s political forays into public nudity are growing. The pro-body positivity, anti-oil-dependence fun cruise of Madison’s ninth edition of the World Naked Bike Ride this year presented a noticeable contrast to the experiences women in Madison have had participating in annual nipple-equality events like the upcoming Nipple Empowerment 2018-Rally For RCC. The former is not technically legal, while the latter is 100% on the books in Madison. In the gap between the two events is a lot of what we need to change about how society treats people who aren’t white men. Read more at Tone Madison.

Self-aware fiction

Books-Franson-Sally-crCadence&EliPhotography-07052018“A Lady’s Guide to Selling Out” is a witty look at modern office culture

Verona native Sally Franson has not sold out — by her own definition — though the title of her debut novel indicates otherwise.

The former Isthmus writer graduated from Verona High School in 2002 before relocating to New York City to attend Barnard College. In 2005, during her senior year, she scored an unpaid internship — save a free Metrocard — fact-checking, pulling clothes for photo shoots and contributing articles to the Daily Candy, a now-defunct, then-pioneering style site and e-newsletter. After her formative years in tie-dye and Birkenstocks, she idolized the trendy chic female employees who gave her a quick lesson in professional dynamics from an office in SoHo. Read more at Isthmus.com.

Women take center stage

Music-LunArt-UgrcicIva-06282018The founder of LunART Festival opens up about her mission

Discrimination and sexism often prevent women from thriving in the arts, but not for much longer, if Iva Ugrćič (OO-gurr-cheech) has anything to say about it. The Serbian-born flutist has launched the inaugural LunART Festival, June 28-30, partly in response to the negative experiences she faced while beginning a music career in Europe. Read more at Isthmus.com.

QOTSA NIGHTMARE SEQUENCE vis-a-vis the VIP Section

*An adapted version of this post was published in Tone Madison.

My heart is broken and yet somehow still breaking.

One of my favorite bands played my town. And had a noticeably shitty time. Just walked off of the stage after a song about an hour and a half into the set, no real goodbye.

It hurts.

The face Josh Homme probably makes now when he thinks of Madison.

Granted, I was beyond pumped for this show. During dinner, I annoyingly and repeatedly shrieked “AH!” — a la a surprised Lucille Bluth — in gleeful anticipation. I’ve been singing Sick, Sick, Sick and Monsters in the Parasol for days. As the the music picked up, I looked at my friends uttered what I felt to be the truth after a tough few weeks. “Everything’s comin’ up Holly!”

But then. It. Did. Not . . . exactly.

Queens of the Stone Age make people feel like bad asses. And rightly so. The rotating supergroup is fronted by uber rocker and producer Joshua “Fucking” Homme, who founded Kyuss and effectively the desert rock genre in 1987. To the crowd, Homme told a tall tale about tending bar at O’Cayz Corral when he was 18, during which time he penned the next song. Then the band launched into “No One Knows.” Homme later introduced every member of the band as snappy dresser and guitarist Troy van Leeuwen. Overall, attempts at banter fell flat.

Our city’s brush with QOTSA was indeed sweet while it lasted, actually an awesome 90 minutes or so. They opened with the first two tracks off of “Villains,” Feet Don’t Fail Me and the swing dance-y Like You Used to Do. A romp through their discography included crowd pleasers like Smooth Sailing, Burn the Witch, You Can’t Quit Me Baby, …Millionaire, In the Fade, Domesticated Animals, I Sat by the Ocean and the every-sexy Make it Wit Chu. It was my first show at Breese Stevens and the cushy astro-turf was a pleasant surprise for this stander/dancer. It was a notably beautiful evening to be outdoors. Then Go with the Flow ended the night, an abrupt surprise for several in attendance.

Standing behind the fenced in, bigger-ticket “Chalmers Jewelers Diamond Ring” area, the crowd response seemed noticeably light for veteran showman Homme and his crew. Madison, were you not entertained?

The issue at hand seems to be the rock concert VIP section. Let’s realize together as a music-loving society that money doesn’t make everything better. Rock concerts, particularly, do not work this way. As we have seen. Tonight. As indicated throughout the show by the band.

Here’s what I’ve learned about rock, metal and punk concerts. The people who want to be in the front enough to stand in line for hours and push their way toward the stage will generally dance, jump around and scream lyrics, in effect mirroring the band’s energy. The band will in turn feel the love, as they say, and rock out harder. The energy bounces through the crowd and reaches more people, who can’t help but get into it (booze and such aid this reaction as well). This feedback loop continues for as long as the band wants to play. Energy exchange = good. Rock music helps loosen up those work-a-day bodies and minds. So maybe leave the kiddos at home. And stand back if you’re not going to dance.

My take? QOTSA was not into what might — or might not — have been laid down in the pricey zone up front. Video shows that there was at least a mild ruckus for No One Knows. Meanwhile, general admission fans were relegated to the cheap seats behind the soundboard. Concert responses were muted by the vast space between them and the stage.

In the wake of this blow, I have no choice but to continue bravely on, living in the aftermath my own personal sum of all fears. I’ll get through it. I just had a bad week last week and really wanted the perfect QOTSA experience. I looked forward to this show for months. I rode a bike to see QOTSA in my city! And… I had my fun. My neck and throat will be sore tomorrow. I was just a few yards too far back to contribute much to that vital band-audience connection. I only wanted my favorite-ish band to enjoy their time in my city. I feel robbed. And I blame the rock concert VIP section.

Madison, we went on a date with Queens of the Stone Age and they wanted to go home early and are not going to call us. We can do better. For rock concerts of the future, bands and fans alike.

VIP SECTION REFORM NOW. Money can’t buy good rock concerts.

Before the incident.

A soaring debut

Books-Flying-At-Night-04052018“Flying at Night” tackles challenges of motherhood

Madison author Rebecca L. Brown’s debut novel began with one thought: What if someone were to die and people were happy about it?

In Brown’s Flying at Night (Berkley Hardcover), the protagonist Piper Whitman Hart is trying to carve out a space for herself among her male family members. She left her career as an artist to raise her odd but sweet fourth-grade son Fred. Her emotionally abusive father, known publicly as “The Silver Eagle,” is an airline pilot who’s holding on to the brief fame he earned from a successful emergency landing. Meanwhile, Piper’s absent husband Isaac, a UW-Madison law professor, spends his free time working with grad students to exonerate wrongly accused prisoners. The characters frequent familiar Madison locales, including the Madison Public Library, the Chocolate Shoppe, University Hospital and the Wisconsin Veterans Museum — where Fred feeds a temporary obsession with war. Read more at Isthmus.com.