Tuesday, October 28, 2014

edgar oliver & the octave doktors perform 'desire & the sea' at axis theatre nov 7, 2014

edgar oliver & the octave doktors have made an album together. to celebrate the creation of this album we are performing material from the album at axis theatre.

the performance is five suggested dollars & copies of the album will be available. 

the fundraiser for the album is here: [the video is supremely strange.]


we will play at 8pm sharp. 

refreshments will come from your own pocket.

the facebook invite to the november 7 performance:

more demo tracks can be heard here: 


Friday, July 11, 2014

hold yr caballos

i left the apartment to go get crickets. . . without my keys.  i called the roommate and she ws 7 or so hours away from returnal.  so i elected to try the super.  i asked the lady whose window is nexto the bldg's front door to buzz me in.  

then i went to talkto pedro, the ukrainian super.  i knocked.  he came to the door with a scowl.  i told him i was locked out.  he was watching soccer and insisted that i sit down with him and be quiet.  mind you, pedro speaks, ukrainian & a tiny bit of spanish & the most modicumly thimbleful of english.  i do not speak those languages.  and he doesnt understand french.  i dont think he thinks france exists.  we share something in the neighborhood of 12 words, mostly in polish, none of which are 'will you let me climb up the fire escape so i can get back into my apartment?'  

so he complained abt 'boom boom boom'.  his term for weekly band practice.  and he touched his heart & told me i am a good man as we sat watching argentina play nederlanden.  

he asked if i wld like agua or cafe.

-si, agua.

he boiled water.  i had instant coffee, instead.  he doesnt drink coffee.  his corazon.

then 'you, vodka?'
-ok, sure.  si.  

he messes abt in the kitchen.  his esposa returns tomorriow.  so he ws all futbol & vodka.  

he brought the overlarge shot glasses out and filld em up from his asspocket sizd cold bottle of smirnoff from the freezer.  

he pours & pushes the drink sternly across the vinyl tablecloth.  

his wife's decor is very strange.  above the teevee a 'last supper'.  

-DA VINCI!!!! kourva!  [this is definitely misspelled profanity.]
-si, da vinci.

there ws a paint by numbers of ponies froclicking on the great plains nexto a mountain range.  

-me love caballo.  you know caballo.  caballo beautiful.
-si, horses.  
-caballo beautiful.  

there are a variety of other frames on the walls.  some comida oil painting print.  and a ton of needlepoint scenes.  not two, twelve.  various differnt things happening.  quaint landscapes.  indecipherable action sequences.  & a man  in a verdant hilly landscape reclines nexto a threadbare rock with his lute.  

-that shevchenko.  [mumbles].  
me:  oh, taras shevchenko.  si, poeta.
-yes yes poeta.  you good man.  ukraine mucho trouble.  mucho.
-si, mucho trouble.  i read the news.  [makes universal i read the newspaper sign].  

he raises his glass.  

me:  nozdrove
-YES nozdrove.  how you know nozdrove!  nozdrove!  

we both sip.

-why you no drink?
-poquito drink.
-ohhhh you poquito.  chiquita.  RUSSIAN PEOPLE DRINK!! 
-arent you ukraine?  


we sip.

-you good man.  [he touches his heart.]  pedro good man.
-si, you are a good man pedro.  a good man is hard to find.

we sip.  

-amigo, you no so much boom boom boom.  
me:  never after 9pm
-you musica too much boom boom boom.  boom boom boom.
-boom boom boom
-boom boom boom

soccer is on the tv.  it's scoreless almost at the end of regulation.  extra time looms.  i have instant coffee & vodka.  abt halfway thru my cup of coffee he offers milk.  

all of this needlework is a little creepy.  & the ceramic dolphin toothbrush holder in the bano.  i use my bathroom break to look for translations for 'let me climb up the fire escape'.  none of those words work.  

extra time.  still no score.  

we watch.  occasionally we sip.  

it is football.  

at least no one has to wear a helmet.  tho that one guy took an elbow to the kisser.  

he shows me the family portrait until he gets frustrated that i cant understand what he is saying.  lots of mugging folks at a picnic table in a verdant hilly landscape.  

we sip.  

holy moley it's a shootout.  the dutch & the argentinoes.  he's clearly pro nederlanden & i'm trying to keep my argentinian preference on the DL.  b.c why annoy this guy who doesnt speak my language who i have to convince to let me climb up the fire escape via his key to the tall fenced razor wired yard where said fire escape is.  

aaaaand, argentina wins the penalty kicks.  

frankly, in sport, i'd rather see any game settled in extra time/overtime.  but neato. 

he takes the glasses. 

then i try to convince pedro to let me climb up the fire escape.  he is dubious.  or he doesnt understand me. 

-no no fire escape.  sorry.  
-no fire escape?  how will i get home.  
-you drink too much.  

after some back & forth & looking a bit dejected he relents.  

-you upstairs.  arriba.  [points up.]  me no fire escape.
-si si me climb up.  me upstairs.
-ok ok me open yarda.

so we walk out of his apartment, which is directly under mine by difftly laid out.  onto the street to the yard btw bldgs.  

it takes some communication errors to figure out where the ladder he's telling me about resides.  we work thru that and i stand the ladder up and there's a good six feet btw the top of the ladder & the bottom rung of the fire escape.  oh moat.  oh great deep concrete yard.  

i climb to the top of the ladder.  i am afraid of heights.  i doubt my strength.  my tennis elbow injury suddenly flares up to remind me of its existence.  i climb down the ladder.  i empty my pockets into my backpack and leave the bag on the ground.  

-why you no go.  [mumble mumble]

i wonder if i have indeed had too much vodka.  no.  too much fear.  

i climb to the top o the ladder… stand on that 'this is not a step' step.  reach the highest rung i can reach on a tiny hop & hope and pull myself up til i can monkey my foot into the bottommost rung of the fire escape ladder.  [in case you are wondering:  the fire escape ladder is just too heavy to drop down from below.  smoosh.]

so i monkey my way up and climb up and up til i can cross the railing and climb onto the platform by my apartment.  

i snake into the bathroom window.  which is harder than roasting an ungreased pig.   but not nearly as hard as lifting my self up onto a swaying fire escape ladder i worry might come unstuck at any moment and go paint & heavynessly crashing to gravity.  



i get keys & go back out but pedro is gone & doesnt answer the door.  

Thursday, May 8, 2014

IN THE PARK – Edgar Oliver at Axis Theatre may 8- june 7, 2014



MAY 8 – JUNE 7, 2014
Thursdays-Saturdays at 8pm 
Additional performances on 
MONDAY, MAY 12 at 8pm & WEDNESDAY, MAY 14 at 8PM
Adults $40 Seniors/Students $30
Reservations & Information 212.807.9300

As Edgar Oliver wanders through Prospect Park he guides his audience to hidden landscapes few have seen but he also reveals his innermost longings and regrets. In this most personal of Edgar’s monologues, he maps his deepest memories of childhood and experience. IN THE PARK is a journey of loss and hope, joy and sadness, along tangled paths to the fascinating place that is Edgar’s heart.

As a stage actor Edgar Oliver has performed in countless plays includingEdward II with Cliplight Theater; Marc Palmieri’s Carl the Second; Kestutis Nakas’ When Lithuania Ruled the World and numerous productions at Axis Theatre including A Glance at New York (Edinburgh Festival Fringe & NYC),Julius Caesar; USS Frankenstein and the Hospital series. His one-man showEast 10th Street has performed in Edinburgh (Fringe First Award), Charleston, SC (Spoleto Festival) and in New York City (Axis and PS122). Edgar performed his latest one-man show, Helen and Edgar (directed by Catherine Burns of The Moth), at Theatre 80 St. Marks, Dartmouth College, Segerstrom Center for the Arts in Costa Mesa, CA and most recently at the Public Theatre as part of the Under the Radar Festival. His film roles includeThat’s Beautiful Frank; Henry May Long (directed by Axis’ Randy Sharp) and Gentlemen Broncos (directed by Jared Hess). Edgar is also the host of the television show, Odd Folks Home, on The Science Channel.

Lighting Design by David Zeffren

Sound Design by Steve Fontaine

Original Music by Paul Carbonara

Stage Management by Regina Betancourt & Edward Terhune

Costume Design by Karl Ruckdeschel

Tuesday, March 18, 2014

amerigo mackeral & the octave doktors play at pianos april 5, 2014

Via Flickr:
amerigo mackeral & the octave doktors play at PIANOS.
April 5, 2014


Genre Wars Anticompetition
April 5, 2014


Sylvana Joyce & The Moment

Amerigo Mackeral & The Octave Doktors

The Glorious Veins

The Prettiest Meltdown

The Mighty JSE

Special thank-yous to our local & national prize contributors for making Genre Wars possible. Genre Wars is sponsored nationally by Csshost.net, KS Media, JOAT Interactive & Scene Wars Collective.


Tuesday, March 4, 2014

on the hook: the new album by amerigo mackeral & the octave doktors



 the new handmade, hand printed album by amerigo mackeral & the octave doktors ‘on the hook’ is 13 tracks of words & music to rearrange yr meowlecules. the inimical music of the spears will aid in the pricking of your thumbs…

for a taste:


jeff burns - banjo, bass
pat cuatico - guitar
aaron howard - vox, jew’s harp, whistle, bells, melodica
sami buccella - bass, organ, typewriter, percussion
sarah moskowitz - bass, uke, vox, drums, typewriter
brian sloan - vox


emma donnelly - bass, melodica, percussion
dennis osorio - bass, melodica, typewriter
alex colwell - drums

Sunday, February 9, 2014

on the hook: amerigo mackeral & the octave doktors

Via Flickr:

thank all these musicians for making this piece of art:

jeff burns
sami buccella
pat cuatico
aaron howard
sarah moskowitz


alex colwell
emma donnelly
dennis osorio

Friday, February 7, 2014

trippingly on the tongue

trippingly on the tongue by mindbum
trippingly on the tongue, a photo by mindbum on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
Speak the speech, I pray you, as I pronounc'd it to you,
trippingly on the tongue; but if you mouth it, as many of our
players do, I had as lief the town-crier spoke my lines.


Thursday, January 30, 2014

someone mustve loved em

someone mustve loved em by mindbum
someone mustve loved em, a photo by mindbum on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
someone must've loved em
someway somehow somewhere
even that aphrodite
& her jealous hair

someone must've loved em
yesterday & tomorrow
& lady liberty's
green eyes show the sorrow

someone must've loved em
before they turned to stone
someone must've loved em
& they were left alone

Sunday, January 19, 2014

upon my life, by some device

upon my life, by some device by mindbum
upon my life, by some device, a photo by mindbum on Flickr.

Via Flickr:
upon my life, by some device

Wednesday, January 8, 2014

Wednesday, January 1, 2014