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A Bestiary: An Evening of Text and Performance with Bradford Morrow and Alex Skolnick
Tuesday, October 20, 2015
7:30 pm – 8:30 pm EDT/GMT-4
Campus Center, Weis Cinema
Bradford Morrow photo by Christopher McCoy [A Bestiary: An Evening of Text and Performance with Bradford Morrow and Alex Skolnick] Novelist Bradford Morrow ("one of America's major literary voices" —Publishers Weekly) and musician Alex Skolnick ("one of the most remarkable guitarists in hard-rock history" —Guitar World Magazine) present a live collaborative performance of Morrow's lyrical prose pieces about animals real and imaginary—from Snake to Mongoose, Rooster to Bat, Unicorn to Whale, Elephant to Anenome. Set to Skolnick's innovative world music, this reading of A Bestiary unites voice with guitar virtuosity in unexpected, magical ways.

Conjunctions editor, Bard Center fellow, and Bard literature professor BRADFORD MORROW's many books of fiction include Trinity Fields, The Diviner's Tale, The Uninnocent, and The Forgers.

The latest albums from ALEX SKOLNICK, lead guitarist of the heavy-metal band Testament and the jazz group Alex Skolnick Trio, are Dark Roots of Earth and Planetary Coalition. He is a founding member of Metal Allegiance.

Contact: Micaela Morrissette, [email protected], 845-758-7054

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