Went to another PechaKucha Night. Long time followers, and I know who you are thanks to Echelon, will remember when I went to a Pecha Kucha night last fall. It was a good learning experience to part of Taos.
It looks like they do one every four months, and what a better experience for the rest of the family, now that she’s here, then to go to her first Pecha Kucha. It took little convincing, I think she went for the same reasons I did last fall: to do the full Taos experience.
Unfortunately, she has been fighting a cold, so that was going to slow us down. (Foreshadowing)
Last time was held at the TCA auditorium, a great venue. Unfortunately, I have not been back to see any other events. I was hoping that they would show the Super Bowl this Sunday there, but I guess the only live events they show are operas from the Met.
This time it was held at the local solar Radio Station/Bar/Concert Venue, KTAOS. KTAOS is located very close to our current house on the north side of Taos, approx a half mile, which probably also helped with the decision to go. From the outside, it really doesn’t look like a radio station. Of course, what does a radio station look like? I guess an office building with a big-ass antenna next to it?
Anyway, the day of the show I was talking to folks at work trying to recruit more attendees, and so I wouldn’t be there alone (safety in numbers, mind you), I heard some background on the venue. Just like most things in Taos, it had been several things before it was a solar Radio Station/Bar/Concert Venue. It sits on the intersection of the main drag and the road to the ski resort (the intersection is called “the old blinking light” which is probably a good story for another day). But it also right next to Pueblo land (another good story for another day) so it has a great view of the mountain. At one point, the eastern side of the building was a porch so you could sit there in the summer, have a drink of choice and watch the sunset reflected off the mountain.
Sunsets here are amazing. That’s the big reason for the artists that flocked here, and it isn’t just a cliche. Seriously, you have to see them. The sunsets, not the artists. Well, you should see the artists and their art. See both, or all three. Just come on down, we have room for you. Well, not necessarily we as in me, but more we as in the hotels of Taos. They have room for you. We don’t, right now, we’re moving. Once we get settled, then we might be able to house you, but check with the hotels, that would work better. For everyone involved.
Back to the porch. The porch is now built into the rest of the building. Which is good for this time of year, winter and all. And the porch is now the bar. It looks like they have a nice outdoor areas where they can set up tables and such when it isn’t winter.
But the story goes that they used to have concerts outside on the eastern facing area with the mountain in the background. Sounds wonderful. Except, a neighbor complained about the noise and now they can’t do any more outdoor concerts. They still wanted to do concerts so they came up with another solution: a tent. They used that fabric you see used at obnoxious tennis clubs so The Housewives of (insert fancy area name here) can show off their jewelery all year around. But instead of a dome, it is shaped like your Boy Scouts tent.And inside that tent is where they held Pecha Kucha.
We had a quick early dinner at Taos Diner south because the Taos Diner north is not open for dinner. But you knew that. Fortified, we headed to the show. We walked into building, underneath the big OPEN sign, and entered what looked like your typical business lobby. With no one there, we continued further into the building, past pictures of musicians and towards the rumble of people. We got to the point where I started to think we were in the wrong place, when we finally saw a table with two people selling tickets. $14 later we had our tickets and the list of the presenters and we passed into the porch/bar. We quickly found a table and I headed up to the bar to get us drinks.
That took a little longer but I got a margarita del sol and a beer, both at happy hour prices. The margarita ended up not tasting very good and my regional micro brew was not wonderful either. But we talked about the ex-porch and how it would be fun in the summer with the windows open and the sun setting.
“Aren’t you ready to go sit down?”
“Not really, I could sit here awhile – hey that woman at the table next to us is breast feeding – I’m going to find some seats in the tent.”
While we waited for the show to get started (about 20 minutes late, right on Taos Time), we got to people watch. Comments we shared:
- Lots of women in hats
- I think you have to be a lesbian to be in this town
- Dreadlocks on white folks do not look good
- Dreadlocks on anyone do not look good
- I’m not sure that outfit was ever in style
- Why does that kid have massive headphones over his Jamaican knit beanie?
- Lots of natural fabrics
Eventually the show did start.
First up were the writers from Petroglyphs. Their quick readings tied to the pictures on the screen, an almost perfect match for the Pecha Kucha format.
But let’s talk about the screen, there was a light shining down on the presenter which bled onto the screen where the images were being projected. It really washed out whatever was on the screen. Last time at the TCA, they didn’t have this issue.
Next up was a printer/artist who showed images of his artwork and told the stories behind it and his craft. But it was hard to see the detail of the images.
I think the next person was described as a ‘spontaneous performance artist’ who seemed to be combination of a failed melodramatic actor, beatnik poet, and they guy who made stuff up to be cooler than everyone else. I’m not really sure what he was getting at.
There was the another guy who showed his pictures of a rafting trip to South America. And some time lapse movies of around Taos.
The last person before intermission was the owner of a new distillery in the area. He showed pictures of the area around his facility, inside the facility and the equipment. It was interesting, but once again, the washed out pictures did not help the presentation.
At intermission, we decided to go home since one of us was still fighting the cold and our energy levels were low.
On the way to the car, she remarked, “You know, if you went on a trip and didn’t have anyone to show your pictures to, you could bring them here.”
I guess I’ll bring my pictures from my Chama trip to the fall Pecha Kucha.