HOWL! blows into Tompkins with art, music, poetry | East Villager & Lower East Sider

HOWL! blows into Tompkins with art, music, poetry

Photos by Bob Krasner At HOWL! clockwise from above left: artist Jeffrey Jameson said, “It’s going to get a lot messier before it’s done”; the Vangeline Theater performed “Mosaic”; Jacqueline Dupree performed her original song “I Came To Win”; working on a nude, Bruce of York said, “It’s my first year at HOWL! I just started painting.”

Photos by Bob Krasner At HOWL! clockwise from above left: artist Jeffrey Jameson said, “It’s going to get a lot messier before it’s done”; the Vangeline Theater performed “Mosaic”; Jacqueline Dupree performed her original song “I Came To Win”; working on a nude, Bruce of York said, “It’s my first year at HOWL! I just started painting.”

 

With poetry, rock and roll, Butoh, drag queens, burlesque, healthcare info booths, a whole section devoted to kids and art that stretched around most of the park, the 10th annual HOWL! Festival indeed had something for everyone.

The weekend-long event at Tompkins Square Park began with a group reading of erstwhile East Village resident Allen Ginsberg’s poem “Howl” — for which the fest is named — by a cast of performers that included Lydia Lunch.

Riki Colon’s “Men in Skirts” featured disco diva Jacqueline Dupree and a crowd-pleasing dance show on Saturday night. Chi Chi Valenti and Johnny Dynell once again produced the finale on Sunday, “Bowery Bombshells,” a burlesque tribute to women of the Lower East Side, featuring Bridget Everett and Justin Vivian Bond.

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The kids carnival kept the families busy with inflatable bouncing houses, slides, miniature golf and arts and crafts, while live music ranged from the surf-and-twang of the Bakersfield Breakers to the serious goofiness of the TriBattery Pops.

Wrapped around the park was an 8-foot-by-900-foot canvas that was decorated by more than 140 artists, who ranged from young to old and had varying levels of artistic experience. Add to all of that a dose of perfect weather and you’ve got the consummate East Village celebration.

—  Bob Krasner