The Molten Core

CHECK OUT THE VIDEO OF THE JAM! VEOH.COM HAS REMOVED IT TWICE FOR BEING "PORNOGRAPHIC"! WONDER WHAT THEY ARE SEEING...ESPECIALLY CONSIDERING WHAT THEY HAVE UP THERE!

http://www.eroplay.com:80/Cave/losangeles1208/

the books are on the way!

thanks, dave! let me know what you think of them.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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David Barnes writes:

Thanks Frank! Happy Holidays to you. Really appreciate your point of view and your uplifting way of being.

Dave

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you've made my day!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

I'M NOW LOCKED IN LUVER'S STUDIO!

i started our 7-day/night musical orgy with The Caresser doing Paramaribo!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

LUVeR.com holiday specials!

LUVeR's huge XMAS music collection will play all day Christmas Eve and Christmas Day ..... we've almost doubled our collection this year! ...
then .....

Tune into LUVeR.com to listen to this year's "HOT WAX" Holiday Special!!
Starting Friday, December 26, 2008, HOT WAX will play 24/7.
Thursday, January 1, 2009 is the last day of the "HOT WAX" Special!

yep! i'll lock myself in luver's studio for the whole week!!...playing
my kind of high-energy feel good platters!

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yep, luver has tens of thousands of x-mas songs of all kinds!

i'm packing up for my 7-day stay in luver's studio spinning hot wax...our new year's tradition! i have collected many more treasures that will rock, inspire, and light firecrackers in your asses!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Re: a tradition

Richard Winger wrote:

I have never been a person who knew anything about poetry. But to the extent I can read, this seems like great poetry to me...did you write it?

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yep, i wrote it!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

a tradition

SEASON OF HIDDEN HOPE
a radio musical
by
FRANK MOORE
November 23, 1993


1

Walking along
cold dark homeless
roads
clogged with ice fears,
my only friend
is the wind
chilling my bones
into longing
and lost
and beyond...
into a cynical loneliness.

Herding my sheep,
looking in windows
of unattainable desires,
looking at presents
useless
because
I don't have anyone to give them to,

looking into the past
soft colored warm homes
that are no longer mine.

Everyone has left,
everyone is gone.

Even the sun has left
long ago,
long before the manger.

And the sun
will not come back
ever
again.

This is the season
of dark depression
and fragile suicide.

Yes,
I know
I can always bum up
the $29.95
to buy
the plastic hope and faith
at 7 Eleven
and pretend
it is my wonderful life
playing
in the video store's window.

But instead
I wrap myself
in a jaded pretense
of dry ice isolation
of not caring,
and drinking
the stale
but warm wine of regrets.



2

The birth
of new hope
has always been hidden within
the long cold
winter darkness.

Huddle together,
clinging to our tribal warmth
as our only protection
against dying
into the scary
black
unknown,
we always have been blind
to the evergreen
hope of life.

It has always been
the first time
the sun
and easy hope
have gone away.

So we always think
they will never
come again.

The evergreen hope
has been hidden
away
in the womb
of the humble
and in children's dreams.

The forces of greys
have always overheard
the possibility
of the hidden hope...
have always searched
for it
to pervert it
into human isolation...
or,
failing that,
to kill it
for all time.

But the forces of power
always overlook
the hidden human hope
rocking
in the baby's cradle.

As power
goes on a desperate killing,
chopping
hacking
gorging,
eating
the old world up......
we huddle together
in the silent night
upon the hill,
rocking together
in our tribal body warmth.

The shaman,
the holy woman,
the medicine man
have always shifted
our attention away
from the dark
cold
outward
fear,
have always shifted
our gaze
to the guiding light
of new birth...
at first
in the stars,
then in the roaring
tribal fire
which pulled
all human feelings
within it,
and still later
into that corny
home hearth
crackling
with bright colors
popping.

Into this fire
we have always gone,
hearing
the drumming
of our innocent heart
beating
in a slow excitement,
meeting
again
our love of life.
We curl up
with our love
and wait
for warm spring
to arrive...
as hope grows
into knowing.


In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Espresso Roma Cafe painting show poster is up!

Oil Paintings by Frank Moore
will be on display
for the month of January
Starting January 3, 2009
at
Espresso Roma Cafe
1549 Hopkins Street
(at Monterey Avenue)
Berkeley, CA 94702

see the poster at:

http://www.eroplay.com/events.html

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we never stop!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Re: The Molten Core

I'm super bummed to announce that I have to back out of Saturday's show. Jewelie had planned something else on this date and I didn't put the two together. This isn't the first time I've done this so I have to bow out.

I can't wait to play with the Molten Core and DOG as soon as possible!

Love and Happy Holidaze!!

Carl Off.
URCK Records, www.urckrecords.com
"Smashing the Iron Ears of Oppression, One Tribe at a Time!"
hop-frog kollectiv www.hop-frog.com
LISTEN-> http://www.myspace.com/urckrecords

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i understand. are the other hopfrogs coming/playing saturday? and will you be in the band monday?

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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Hey!! Eric is in Portland, but Jeremy will definitely be there representing. You really are a hero and I wish we could hang out and play.. I can't do Monday either because of finals week. Bastard ass school!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Peace, Love and Happy Holidays to all of YOUUUUUUUUUUUUU!!!

Carl Off.

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hey, jeremy didn't show either! but i'm coming back in a few weeks. please play with me then!

Los Angeles in January
Frank Mooreʼs Cherotic All-Star Band will be performing at
The 14th Annual Hollywood Performance Marathon
Saturday, January 17th, 2009
Theatre of NOTE in Hollywood.
1517 N. Cahuenga Blvd.
Los Angeles 90028
Itʼs an all day-night event as always. 2PM till Dawn. we are doing a 30-minute piece...Reaching, Exploring, Melting. we are scheduled to go on around 10pm. but with this kind of show realistic we might go on anywhere from 9 to 11.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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That sounds awesome. He meant to come, but has being having hard times lately (as we all ahve) and wasn't able to make it. We will be there on the 17th. Thanks for the card too. It's hands down, the best Holiday Card we've received. CANT WAIT TO SEE YOU!!!!!!!!!!!

Carl Off.

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shucks about the card!

the jan. show will be intense!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

Fw: l.a. gigs

steve davis wrote:

hi
whats up?
great times! I'm so sorry I couldn;'t make it to venice...it;'s kinda far from my work and the rain fucked up traffic totally here..
I'm happy you;'ll be back in jan...!!!
let me know when & where and I'll be there...dog has shows jan 9 & 10 also here in LA
great fun and the jam was awesome...
any way mikee can give me a dvd/cd or it?/I'll send some $$$
thanks
you rule
love
steve

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steve, your cd/dvd are in the burner!

Frank Moore’s Cherotic All-Star Band will be performing at
The 14th Annual Hollywood Performance Marathon
Saturday, January 17th, 2009
Theatre of NOTE in Hollywood.
1517 N. Cahuenga Blvd.
Los Angeles 90028
It’s an all day-night event as always. 2PM till Dawn. we are doing a 30-minute piece...Reaching, Exploring, Melting. we are scheduled to go on around 10pm. but with this kind of show realistic we might go on anywhere from 9 to 11.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

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hi
great thanks...
I'll be there in jan! can't wait!
take care'
steve

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GREAT, STEVE! it will be a fun show!

up here, we are working on a new performance series starting in february in oakland. it will be called [and this is the first time i've revealed its title] REALITY PLAYINGS: experiments in experience/participation performance. it will start as a monthly series.

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

a holiday surprise!

be sure you are sitting down and not holding a hot bev when you watch this!

Close Your Eyes Xmas Video!
http://www.veoh.com/videos/v16979138XzR6C2h8

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

the new E-Salon blog

http://frankmooreesalon.blogspot.com/

another ride in our theme park...another medium!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

AH

"Linda,

No, I missed this email from you earlier, but Tuppy contacted me a week or so ago, and I've given her permission to use the photos on her website. I also sent her a disk of sexual photographs I've taken of various people with disabilities, and she's been helpful, putting me in touch with other people who want to use them.

Thanks for the connection, and congratulations on your whole presidential campagin. I hope you're all well."

-- David Steinberg

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love bringing people, artists, changers together!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore

l.a. gigs

What a way to end the year! Doing 2 L.A. gigs in extremely unique spaces! Jen below covers the trip in detail. I find it funny that the reading at Talking Stick in Venice Beach was much more confrontational and controversial than the jam at Echo Curio…even through there was no nudity or physical sex at Talking Stick…only words and images in the last poem could be seen as taboo if you squint! But everything was acid fingernails on the blackboard at Talking Stick. At Echo Curio everything was on the journey of going deeper into the underground community. If +DOG+ was too intense for you, you could watch from the outside through big storefront windows as huge shirtless guys went primal, wrestling one another for/to comfort. Standing outside wasn’t avoiding. They came in when we started to play, came into the communal circle of jamming, pleasure skin rubbing in sexually, oncoming headlights from the outside blended surreal with strobes, slides, and German expression movies. All in the open. All acceptable.

Mark phog masheen just wrote:

Thank you again for the opportunity to play at your shows. Your performances are powerful stuff that confronts assumptions about sexuality and handicaps and a myriad of other topics. I felt the performance was moving, beautiful and challenging all at the same time. Thank you again for the opportunity to participate.

JEN:

We were to leave early on Saturday morning. I woke up from napping at 3:30am and had a coffee, waiting for the word that we were ready to go. Got the word and came down. Helped load the car with Mikee. Then Frank got in the car and we were ready to roll. It was a beautiful drive as the sun rose. We listened to Christmas music but it was making us sleepy so we put on some motown and grooved down until we got to Harris Ranch for breakfast. Linda brought food from home which we all thought was the best food to eat. The rest of us ate a Harris Ranch breakfast which was not as satisfying as we had hoped. Admired all the decadent Christmas decorations that were there. Then we left and I drove the straight away for a couple of hours until we got to the grapevine, giving Mikee a chance to have a little nap. We knew we weren't going to get much sleep until after the gig, and Frank hadn't slept since 5pm the previous day!! Mikee drove us into L.A. and down the winding road to get to our hotel in West Hollywood. Our room was huge! Frank's bed was there and we all laid down to get a 10 minute nap in before we had to eat and then go to the gig. The alarm went off but Frank didn't wake up. He hadn't slept now in over 24 hours and this was a sure sign that he needed to sleep. Linda and Mikee were whispering about what to do, how could we let him sleep at least an hour and still get food and to the gig on time. Then they asked if I was asleep but I wasn't, had been listening to them the whole time. I said that it sounded good to let Frank sleep. What they were saying about ordering food in and getting to the gig after the first band sounded good. Linda got on the phone to the restaurant, Hugo's, but then Frank woke up. Well, she told him what she was prepared to do to give him more time to sleep, and said that she would take the heat for it. But since he woke up on his own we would just follow our original plan. We freshened up and then went to Hugo's for dinner. It was busy but cozy and we all had to study the menu for a while to decide what to order. Everything looked so good. When we finally ordered, the food came really quickly. All was very tasty, but we were already feeling wiped out. Frank noticed our first celebrity siting, Sally Kellerman, sitting a few tables away. Then when we were leaving, James Cromwell's wife saw Frank and said hello as if she knew him, then James did the same thing! We were all blown away as we made our way to the car to get to the gig with our delicious coffees.

We found Echo Curio which was a cute art space storefront with people hanging around outside. Took a while to find parking but then decided to just unload at the front and then repark the car. Jeff (cosmic starfish), Mark (phog masheen) and Steve from Dog, along with other Dog members, helped us carry the gear inside. The place was cozy, filled with visual art on the walls and ceiling. There were two small rooms and a bathroom. Mikee got the camera set up to videotape the first band as Frank, Linda and I parked in the middle of the front room. Linda told the story of wanting to let Frank sleep to Jeff, Mark and Steve and Steve's girlfriend Jen. It was all very surreal at that point because we had been up for so long. The first band, On Holiday, started and they were really fun. There were black and white movie clips playing on the walls while they played their herdy gerdy organ synthesized dream-like sound. When they were done, Frank asked if they would play in his band and they said yes! Then the second band, Fantastic Sleep, started. They played one long dreamy intricate electronic sound scape adding to our surreal state. We drifted off with the music. They also agreed to be a part of Frank's band. Next band was Dog and they were intense screaming thumping shaking. At one point Steve jumped on the lead singer, Robbie, and then Robbie left to go lie in the other room as the band played on. Steve and some of the other Dog members would be in Frank's band too. Soon it was time for us. Linda and I got into our costumes which consisted of just bracelets, beads, rings, boas and fun hair elastics. We then got Frank ready by taking off all his clothes. We were on! Everyone stuck around for our performance and the first thing we did was get them all into a big circle with the band. The circle bordered the whole circumference of the room. Toy instruments were laid out in front of the audience members. Then Frank started to vocalize as the band played and Linda and I erotically danced, also vocalizing into mics. Everyone was so open to what we were doing, soaking it up, giving in to it. It felt really great. We danced into melting trance, rubbing and rocking to the music that came in intense waves. Then we got the band and everyone else there. They welcomed us, melted with us and the room vibrated with pure simple joy of being. This feeling lasted well after we finished as Linda and Frank talked to everyone and Mikee and I packed up. It is a bit of a blur but it all felt really good and we were amazed we actually made it. Everything was packed up in no time and we were on our way back to the hotel.

We showered and as soon as my head hit the pillow I was out. I remember waking up at one point and saying to Mikee that I think I passed out and he said "yeah, a while ago." After a good sleep we all woke up to get ready for a Hugo's breakfast! Amazing hot cereals, fruit, eggs fuerte, chipotle scramble and pumpkin pancakes. We shared and loved every bite. It was an amazing restaurant, amazing food, 10 across the board. After breakfast we took a short walk up Santa Monica Blvd. We saw a thrift store and went in. Linda has always wanted to go to a thrift store in Hollywood. Mikee went around the racks finding really neat items that you wouldn't find anywhere else. Frank saw a woman who picked a very low cut top from the rack and he told her she should put that on. She laughed and said that he should put it on. We got talking to her and found out her kids live in Berkeley. Told her all about Frank's performances and other work. We gave her a flyer and some of the painting postcards, and a Chapped Lap poetry book. She started to read the first poem I Came To Play and said she was going to cry. Really thanked us for what we do. Said we were saints and we said Frank was the saint! Was amazing how she saw us and how deeply this affected her. Linda got a couple of really cool items like a red poncho and a yellow smock/vest. Both comfortable and unique. We headed back to the hotel after that to sleep. We napped for a couple of hours and then got up to order food from Hugo's that we would pick up and eat in the room by the cozy fire. Mikee and I left Linda and Frank sleeping, but when we got to the restaurant we had forgotten to bring money!!! Went back and the room key didn't work so Linda let Mikee in to get the wallet. Then we were back before the restaurant closed and picked everything up. Back at the hotel we set a table and chairs up beside the fire. Then we served up the food and stuffed ourselves with sheperd's pie, mac and cheese, salad, hummus wrap and a tuna salad sandwich. Then we hit the bed again and slept until morning. We were already planning what we would eat for breakfast at Hugo's. When we got there we had to boot somebody's driver out of our vip parking spot. When we walked in the restaurant we saw James Cromwell again sitting with a couple of guys and figured it must have been his driver. We sat down and got comfortable and then all of a sudden he was at our table saying hi to Frank! When he read Frank's card that says Shaman and Performance Artist he looked deeply into Frank's eyes and smiled. You guys said it reminded you of when Timothy Leary did the same thing many years ago. They both had the same twinkle in their eye too. Maybe they're from the same planet. We ate a good breakfast and then went back to the hotel to nap before having to go to the poetry reading that night. Thought we would go to Hugo's again but realized that wouldn't work for time, so we decided to go to this Mexican restaurant that was 5 minutes from the performance space. While driving there we became unsure of where we were going but realized we were on the right track after consulting the maps. Took more time than we thought in rush hour traffic. When we finally got to the restaurant the only thing we could do was order take-out. Mikee and I sat to wait and they served us really good chips and salsa which we inhaled. Linda was lucky to get there when she did because there was just enough left for her. We hustled back to the car and found the space, The Talking Stick. We ate in the car without a minute to spare. Delicious chicken and tortillas, but low on the veggies, so it was good Linda got the tasty veggie plate.

The Talking Stick was a neat place tucked in the middle of fast food joints on a corner in Venice Beach. The space was a comfy cafe set up with a stage in the corner. Mikee set up the equipment and I set up a table of swag. Jeff (cosmic starfish) was there and Mark (phog masheen) showed up too! The first band with Tim O played quiet beautiful folk songs. Frank and Linda came in and we sat together listening. When they were done Frank asked if they would be in his band but they said they had to go. Next up was Jeff playing his whimsical songs on his accoustic. He dedicated a song to Frank saying that Frank was the most sensuous person he knew other than his wife. Frank asked him if he would play the “dirty” song that he played on the Shaman's Den. Jeff couldn't remember what song that was, but came up with something anyway. It was a song about always being nice but not wanting to and he broke his pick as he performed it. Then we were up. I quickly got changed into a sexy outfit and handed out toy instruments to the people in the audience. Then we were all on stage, me Frank Linda Mark and Jeff. Linda read Frank's poem I Came To Play as I vocalized, and Jeff and Mark played their instruments. It is a very powerful poem that talks deeply about the power of play, which is what we were doing there! After that Frank noticed that the two musicians who had first played and said they were leaving were firmly planted on the couch in the back. He said that if they aren't leaving they should come up and play, and they did! The next poem was A Rant On An Open Mike and this poem talked about the dangers of niceness and the passing of the modern talking stick. It was an ode to places like this cafe, although there was very little reaction from the audience. We just kept on, having fun. Next came Tortures and Mutation Is Evolution. Every poem speaking directly to everyone, to what was going on right now. It seemed crude at times because it may not have been what the people wanted to hear, but it was what they needed to hear. Next, Jeff read Their Cuddling Cocoon which is a very sensuous poem. A couple of middle-aged middle-class guys, Jim and Jim, who arrived just before Frank started, played their toy instruments. They were having fun! Everyone else was quiet and their applause dwindled as the poems went on. We finished after everyone introduced themselves, and Frank asked Jim and Jim what they thought. They loved it! One of them said they were glad they didn't bring their daughter though due to the last poem Jeff read. I showed them what we had on the swag table and they bought 2 Chapped Laps. Everyone was out of there fast while we got our stuff together. We talked in the car about how difficult it was to do that, like roter-rooter cutting through all the resistance. Very effective. We talked about how different it was from Saturday's performance at Echo Curio, but really they were the same. Both performances fulfilled a need.

When we got back to the hotel, we picked up the laptop at the front desk and the woman working their who Frank had been talking too during our trip asked Frank if he would sign her copy of Chapped Lap. We told her about the poetry reading and it was amazing how she got us. She asked what day we would be performing in January so she could get the day off to come. Frank then asked her if she would be a plant, along with her co-worker who also got a signed copy of Chapped Lap. Linda described what she would do as a plant and she was very enthusiastically into it! Even getting nude! Really amazing. We got back to our cozy room with the fire going and got ready for bed, already planning what to have for our last meal at Hugo's in the morning. It's always fun to share good food, but really everything was fun on the trip. I wanted to melt into everyone and I did that by focusing on what needed to be done, focusing on you and what your needs were. I did what you did even if it wasn't familiar to me because I just wanted to be with you all fully. And all of it was so much fun! Driving early, waking up for piss breaks, eating, farting, walking around the room, stretching, putting Frank's wheelchair in the back of the car, making sure Frank was comfortable in his chair. I loved it all because it was with you. It wouldn't have mattered where we stayed or ate. It didn't matter what music we listened to or when we went to bed or got up. I loved every minute of it, just focusing on you, being with you. Could feel that this is what we all are together and it made my heart sing. We got up early and packed, then hit Hugo's for one last mega breakfast with cereals and egg dishes, and then dessert! Topped it all off with some coffees and then got in the car for the long ride home. Mikee did the driving, after a brief check of the dashboard lights, and we grooved to some Hot Wax cds. We stopped at Harris Ranch and sat by the fire in the hotel lobby. Then we went to the restaurant to get a cup of hot water for Linda's tea. I drove out of there and into the night while Mikee caught some zzzzz's. It was challenging but the music and the traffic kept me going, as well as knowing that I was being depended on. After a couple of hours we stopped at Starbucks and Linda said I did real good. Mikee and I got some black tea and then Mikee drove the rest of the way. We got home and unloaded everything with the boyz. It felt good to be back, even though there was still a level of weirdness with Erika. After unloading, me and the boyz went to the bh to finish your dinner. I told them all about the neat things that happened on the trip, the wonderful food we ate, and the amazing performances.

Can't wait for the January trip! Love you!!!

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In Freedom,
Frank Moore

ah, the ripple effect!

from annie sprinkle:

From Dusseldorf.

"We were just in Switzerland for a performance art festival, and did new piece.
The people were fantastic. and we saw 11 performance artists do their thing.
Really renewed my love of perf. art.

I quoted frank twice to journalists.
That 'I have a perfect body for a performance artist.'

I always say that frank gives me courage to be 54 and do new naked ballet stripteas.

so thanks frank

annie"

ANNIE M. SPRINKLE, Ph.D.
Artist • Sexologist • Author • Teacher • Student
Post Porn Modernist • Faculty Wife • Feminist
Pioneering Film Director/Producer/Performer
Utopian Entrepreneur • Thespian • College Lecturer
Former Porn Star/Stripper/Pin-Up/Prostitute/Dom
Performance Artist • Photographer • Tantrica
••••••••••••

ah, annie....we open up new possibilities for each other!

In Freedom,
Frank Moore