If you missed the "Say Hi" event, shame on you. Opened captures but one track from each of the musical performers that night, giving just a taste of the evening's delights. It's like having the audio from 2001 but not the images. Yes, it's a great soundtrack, but you're only getting one-fifth the total experience. Where's the observation tent? Where are the flowers? Where's the cake?
The one-fifth of Third Lip you get with Opened is a pretty satisfying percentage. The Tear the Country Club Up Thug DJs display the timing and sense of humor on "30-Love" that made Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis superstars. Too many DJs approach the turntables like physicists entering the particle accelerator. The Country Club Thugs bring a little levity to the current turntablist theories of gravity, proving that being serious does not require being humorless.
At the other end of the spectrum looms Dave Stone. He hooks a microphone to a mess of effects pedals, drops the mike into the bell of his saxophone and then works the room over with a display of bareknuckle sax that would leave Peter Brotzmann punch-drunk and canvas-backed. If the five minutes, 46 seconds of "Infinitely Collapsible Space" are totally improvised, then Stone is a genius; if they were composed beforehand, he must surely be mad. No one could be a conduit for such beautiful noise and remain unchanged by its presence; Dave Stone is truly something else.
Also included is the four-way conversation among Mark Deutsch's bazantar, DJ Ses' turntables, Dave Stone's sax and Eric Hall's soundscape architecture. It's either jazz or the greatest party record released this year. Invite a few friends over and discuss the possibilities offered by Opened; that's what the Third Lip is all about.