
I know, I’m a filthy liar. I said I wasn’t going to be doing anything, but there I was, on Friday, June 19, having an absolutely fan-fucking-tastic time at the Nada Motel 2009.
Seriously. This year, the organization was far superior, the rooms were more encompassing, the artists had a better grip of how to use their space, and you really got lost in the moment just about everywhere you went. I got there at about 8:00PM, and the next thing I know, it’s midnight.
Wait, what? You don’t know what the Nada Motel is?
Nada Motel is a group of collective artists that get together and put on a show at the El Cortez hotel in Downtown Reno on 2nd Street every year. I believe it started about four years ago, however, this is my second year at the event. It also spills over into the Town House motor lodge across Arlington. Dada-ist artists (in concept, anyway) they all are, because of the freeform nature of the event. Even if the artists are not “dada,” per-se in nature, they all become as such as one massive, art project. That is what you get with Nada Motel, and that’s the truth.
Now, I didn’t even find out about when the event was (June 18 - 21, 2009) until about a week beforehand. I’m not exactly sure why. I have to admit, I’m not a big part of the Reno Dadaist elite (and I say that totally respectfully, because none of them conduct themselves as elitists…) probably because I have a hell of a lot of things to do. That’s kind of how Reno goes, unfortunately, you just kind of have to find your way about, no one really is going to tell you. It’s a small town thing that we as a whole have to grow out of, not relying on cliques and word-of-mouth to get things out there; big cities that have events, no matter how small, have to advertise or no one knows it’s there. Perhaps we’re all too comfortable with our small-town networking, no matter who it might skip…
…beyond that, however, I made it. I’m glad I did. I was informed first about it from a dance troupe that performed there, that was supposed to be pretty good. Why was it supposed to be good and not guaranteed? I’ll be honest here, I didn’t have the $15 to drop. I was also having a hell of a time with my slight claustrophobia in the hot, little back stage room the El Cortez supplies and sitting hip-to-hip with a room full of other people with no ventilation. I wish I could tell you more about what it was, but I sadly didn’t see it, know little about what, who or why it was. I’m sure it was great, but I can’t write about that which I don’t know, and speculating would be useless.
As I made my way up the floors, I was pleased immediately with the crowd. Last year, I couldn’t help but notice there were plenty of people reveling in a free, chaotic event, meanwhile stomping all over the historic El Cortez hotel, whether they be show-goers of Tonic or just random street folk, but there was a lot of “art party crashing,” going on. This year, this wasn’t the case. There also wasn’t a wall of choking fire smoke innundating Reno, so it made for a very pleasant evening of drizzling rain, cool breezes, and of course, the Nada Motel special, the art.
The artists displaying their work seemed much more comfortable as well. There was a sense of pride and ownership of the displays of the rooms and their works that wasn’t as evident before. Last year, it seemed the public was in control. This year, the artists were in control. Many of them supplied small snacks, wine, cheese, hooch, and interactivity, which was missed last year. Many people also decided to share rooms, which made for a more interesting display as one walked from room to room.
I’m not sure if it was my own impromptu dadaist nature to be completely motivated but yet unprepared for the event, but even in taking my camera, I opted (unintentionally) to not bring anything to write down names and photo numbers to attach to the art and their artists for proper introductions. Maybe it was me just being uprooted in a sadly inopportune time when I’m stressed out in a domicilic move. In any case, this year, I did talk to many of the artists and at least got them photographed with their works (and in less compromising situations and subject matter!)…
…next year I intend to focus on a just a few of the artists and really sit them down, the ones I find most impressive, and find out more about them. But for now, short on time and patience, here is the winning lineup of friendly folks and artists I (re)discovered this year:









(…wait what? That last guy just looks like some dude in his room. Yep, that’s Ray. He claims he wasn’t an artist, however, his door was open, and people were so afraid to enter his room, I just had to. He was friendly and loved the event. I think he was probably one of the best exhibits there…”Man in Motel…”)
No one expects God Hates Reno to abide by proper journalism or reporting standards, and well, if they do, then they’re fools. I respect people the best I can, I don’t steal people’s work, and I simply try and cast my personal light and viewpoint on them. That was a fantastic roundabout way of saying, sure, I’m lazy, but I required this kind of freedom. I was much more a participant than a GHR representative this year, and it was perfect. Not to mention, this was only a small cross-section of what and who I experienced when I was there! It really does require four whole days to get the event totally covered.
Of the four whole floors of the El Cortez I visited, there were probably about sixty rooms I could have visited. Some were closed, some were too busy. I loved some, was apathetic towards others and wondered how perhaps I and some of my cohorts could have a room next year– more news on that as it develops.
Sadly, like last year, I simply didn’t have enough time to head over to the Town House motor lodge to check out the stuff there. I was too tired. Working, stressed and all the other things I’m whining about these days have taken their toll.
Needless to say, as simply a participant this year, I was glad to put my troubles aside and be enveloped by the event. It did what it was designed to do, make a world out of art, people, creativity, mindset, and poise. I can’t comment enough how much more I liked it this year than last year. Not that last year was terrible, it just had a vibe this year that was totally together. It felt like a single organism rather than just a hotel filled with people doing stuff. That was important, and believe me, with my mindset of chaos right now, I would be sensitive to the difference.
Nada organizers, artists, participants, donators, the El Cortez and Town House, all should give themselves a pat on the back for a wonderful time this year. I’m anticipating 2010.
- Gay Rodeo