My dad, Chuck Kennedy, plays in the snow in Lanesville, NY, some time in the 1970s. Gotta love the snow suit. Photo courtesy of Bart Friedman.
No one knows whether springy or snowy weather will greet these events, but I look forward to going. Cross posted from Videofreex.com.
Videofreex and friends are coming to Washington, D.C. in March. Join us for two events.
1) On Sunday, March 9, the National Gallery of Art will host a screening of Videofreex material and a talk by Videofreex members Skip Blumberg and Parry Teasdale, along with Tom Colley of Video Data Bank.
Early Video Pioneers: Videofreex with Portapaks
Sunday, March 9, 4:00
East Building Auditorium, National Gallery of Art
6th St. and Constitution Ave. NW, Washington, DC
2) The next day, the work of the Videofreex and their contemporaries comes to the DC Arts Center. The event will debut a new edit of the compilation Videofreex Pirate TV Show and feature video from the landmark May Day protest of 1971.
Videofreex and the May Day Video Collective at DCAC (Facebook event)
Monday, March 10, 7:30 p.m.
DC Arts Center, 2438 18th St. NW, Washington, DC
Tickets: $8 Ticket reservations: 202-462-7833
After party to follow nearby. Contact us for information.
This past weekend, I waxed nostalgic about a time before I was born. I was attending the event We’re All Videofreex at the School of Visual Arts in New York City, honoring the video collective that ran on creativity, activism, and my father’s ability to solder together errant wires. The legacy of early video and other dissident media set the stage for our landscape today. I’m proud to claim roots in both the past and present.
Read more about it and see images on the Videofreex website. And check out more on the Videofreex members and panelists at the We’re All Videofreex Tumblr.
Video by Rhea
Filed under Events, History
A crowd of Inauguration-goers waits to get into the L’Enfant Plaza Metro station. Photo by Rhea.
President Obama’s second public inauguration this week sparkled with great musical talent and a glinting promise in the president’s address to the nation.
Or so they tell me.
I failed to see any of it live, instead traipsing around the perimeters of a sealed off National Mall with a couple of friends. Eventually, we gave up and headed home.
In the spirit of taking a break from my eat-in posts, I’m going to tell you a story of what I did see that day (and show you in a video if you keep reading).
As I joined the crowd outside one of the jammed Metro stations following my surrender, I encountered two ad hoc entrepreneurs.
“Get your Obama hats!” One of them called. “Only five dollars!”
“Hand warmers!” Said another. “Just two dollars!”
The difference between these guys and the hawkers of oversized buttons or fragrant soft pretzels in the streets was that the former had a captive audience. Up and down the staircase to our left, their patter tumbled over the would-be Metro riders and sometimes turned into a conversation. Continue reading
The Videofreex and the School of Visual Arts have rescheduled the event We’re All Videofreex, to take place at SVA in Manhattan on April
3 5, 2013. The original event was scheduled for November 1, a.k.a. the fresh aftermath of superstorm Sandy.
Immediately after the cancellation, the group regrouped, figured out this new date, and witnessed (some first hand) the opening of an exhibit about Videofreex contemporary Nam June Paik. I look forward to being there to take part in this evening and connect with my late pop’s video-and-pirate-TV collective.
Read all about it.
Filed under Events, New York
Videofreex stand in the garden at Maple Tree Farm, with the author’s father standing second from left. Special thanks to Jon Nealon for providing this photo.
The Jew and the Carrot recently published a piece I wrote about my father and food, “The Unlikely Beginnings of a Jewish Cook“. Overall, this has been a great week for the Videofreex. In addition to my piece, in the past seven days news and conversations have appeared in the Woodstock Times and Muff’s Modules and More. Not bad for a small group that made their last tape more than 30 years ago. Perhaps best of all, yesterday the upcoming documentary Here Come the Videofreex hit full funding.
Imagine what you could buy for $15,000 back in 1971. Would it cover a new car? Some high-end electronic equipment? Definitely the rent for the Lanesville, NY house where my father moved in that year with a group of video-making colleagues who called themselves The Videofreex.
Today, 15 grand is what filmmakers Jon Nealon and Jenny Raskin need to raise to finish their documentary film Here Come the Videofreex and restore Freex tape. The history it will cover has fascinated me lately. I’m not the only one. Check out the Kickstarter page to learn more and support this far-reaching work.
A woman with an automatic rifle was one of the images in a Videofreex screening held in Washington, D.C. in January 2011. Photo by Rhea.
The package came a couple of months ago. It contained a free copy of Nancy Cain’s Video Days: And what we saw though the viewfinder. The author had signed the title page, “To Rhea with love. (Videofreex: the next generation)”
I tucked into the book eager to learn more about my father’s life before I existed, hoping to understand more now that he’s gone. I found something unexpected.
Video Days chronicles Nancy’s adventures beginning in the era of 30-pound cameras that democratized the art. It continues until 1996, a few years short of the one-handed Flip Cam era. During the social revolution that straddled the late ’60s and early ’70s, the young Nancy runs off to join the New York video-making collective known as the Videofreex. There, she works alongside my dad, Chuck Kennedy. They all live in a rambling former boarding house in Lanesville, N.Y.
Somewhere in this Freex section, I hit a passage that struck me as familiar:
Chuck was born in the Bronx and spent a large part of his youth in a Catholic orphanage. At a certain point, he was given the choice between reform school or the Army, so he joined up. In the Army, Chuck learned electronics and saw the world. Continue reading