AH HOLE AH HOLE

Opening Tonight @ Vaudeville Parrk

Vaudeville Park

26 Bushwick Ave.

Brooklyn, NY

Anomalistic Urge

Curated by Courtney Tramposh

Justin Adian, Michael Berryhill, Sean Bluechel, Strauss Bourque-LaFrance, Sung Jin Choi, Tania Cross, Ben Dowell, Stacy Fisher, Jashin Friedrich,YoYo Friedrich, Gerald Giamportone, Susana Gaudencio, Hiroshi Tachibana, Rachel Higgins, Jim Hyde, Kristen Jensen, Michael Johnson, Tom Kotik, Denise Kupferschmidt, Emily Noelle Lambert, Colin O'Con, Jonathan Peck, Courtney Puckett, Nathan See, Emma Spertus, Madeleine Stern, Jennifer Sullivan, Raphael Taylor, Courtney Tramposh, Austin Willis

April 2 - April 10, 2011

Opening reception: April 2, 2011

6-9pm

Opening Tonight @ Invisible-Exports

Invisible-Exports

14a Orchard Street

NY, NY

Notes on Notes on "Camp":

Duke & Battersby

Mike Bouchet
Nicole Cherubini
Vaginal Creme Davis
Jeremy Kost
Jessica Labatte
Cary Leibowitz
Robert Melee
Bob Mizer
Brent Owens
John Waters
Karlheinz Weinberger

April 2 - May 8, 2011

Opening reception: April 2, 2011

6-8pm

Opening Tonight @ Eleanor Harwood, San Francisco

Eleanor Harwood Gallery

1295 Alabama Street

San Francisco, CA 94110

Paul Wackers

idle/idol

April 2 - May 14, 2011

Opening reception: April 2, 2011

7-10pm

Opening Tonight @ Dodge

DODGE Gallery
15 Rivington Street

The Thingness of Color

April 2 - May 8, 2011
Opening Reception: April 2, 2011
6-8pm

SARAH CAIN
FRANKLIN EVANS
MATTHEW RICH
CORDY RYMAN

LEARNING TO LET GO AND GET IT ON WITH HUNK OF THE MONTH, MARVIN GAYE !

Don't think these AH HOLES didn't see the way your initial wince was replaced with an irritated grimace as you read the name of April's Hunk. . . Don't think your presently neutral face can take back the involuntary expression that broke across it upon contact with those two little words, "Marvin" and "Gaye." Dear reader, that expression spoke volumes, and we were not immune to its meaning.

It said, unmistakably, "It's official, I hate these ironic shitbags and their stupid fucking blog." But listen, before you blow your cap, we implore you to stop projecting, it's never too late! In plain ingés: we are not the ironic shitbags, you are. You are also the one with the stupid blog but we won't go into that now... it doesn't matter, only this matters, this conflict, this Hunk of The Month that you scoff at because you (rightly) associate him with slow jams and figure that joking about slow jams is outdated; gone with the hipsters and their heinous neons and ironic Nike clothing. "We are in a recession," you think, running an aggressive hand through your SS style haircut, "and here these idiot bloggers are thinking they're so hilarious making a Hunk out of Marvin Gaye. Well 'HA HA', not." You think, perhaps, we've got one foot in "Twenty Eleven" and two big butts back in, oh, say, two thousand and eight. Well take it easy on the criticism dear, esteemed reader-- we are all sensitive people, after all! However, though your judgment of us stings, the courage born of a righteous soul assuages our insulted AH HOLE like fresh aloe smeared upon a burn.

The thing is, we were getting a tad worried about you. We heard it through the grapevine that you are looking a little "road-hard," a little "rough around the edges." Perhaps it is the ennui, the anorexia, the blogger's lifestyle, or whatever, but it seems you have, like so many these days, fallen ill. It seems you are in need of some kind of medical attention-- though the western doctors in their white jackets with their absurd measurements and gauges will never do... What you need, dear child (may we call you child?) is healing, and we trust that you know exactly what kind of healing we're talking about. So cum on, get it on! Don't hold your feelings back! Like Marvin, let it all out and go Gaye for the day or even (why not) the whole month! Though it may sound queer, that's our diagnosis, straight up, straight forward, straight from the AH HOLE.

Hunk of the Month

On April first twenty-seven years ago, Marvin Gaye's father, Marvin Gay, Sr., proved to be the biggest fool of the century. . . In an insane reversal of Oedipal rage, Gay, Sr. shot Marvin Gaye and killed him, just one day before the singer's forty-fifth Birthday. On that uplifting note, AH HOLE AH HOLE is pleased to add Marvin Gaye to our illustrious hall of Historical Hunks. This is not a one night stand, Marvin, and though we cannot bring you back, we sure as hell can thank you. And we do thank you, for example, every time one of your songs comes on while we are alone and we find that we are growing not only relaxed but feeling comforted too.