a review by don titmus:

On Saturday November 8th Frank Moore came to town. This was my third
time to see his production and with advance notice I arranged for some
friends to join me. During the evening I suppose about 20 people came
through the cave of Lila. During this time the T.V. screens were going
to intertain the waiting people along with the slapping, clapping,
chanting couple, later becoming a three-some. Their melodic sounds
mesmerised or bored the people present in the room.

On this evening the event called Playing, Dreams, Passions, Naked was
being held at The tought Crime Art Gallery in Phoenix, the same place as
last time but renamed. Only the back room seemed to have changed, it was
much smaller, more intimate, much to Frank's joy.

On my first ocation to meet Frank Moore, I was invited by one of the
Slappers Rod Dailey of California. He insisted that I see the Show as
everyone else did, not so as, not to spoil the experience. I experienced
all that I could that first time. I pushed boundaries I never know
existed.

On my second occasion I was not feeling good, my cold hendered my
ability to stay warm. I choise to be a watcher that time. I watched the
senario unfold before me and I watched in AWE! In disbelief, I felt
judgements come up, I recognized them, then let them go, as the scene
continued to unfold that evening. So many sensations simular yet
different. One minute I felt I was right there amongst the participates,
and then withdrawn–the watcher–held back from the full experience. For
me the scond visit to see Frank Moore's play was almost as hard as the
first time. Remembering the joy or the "He wants us to do what?" kept my
senses realing within the safety of the play.

On this the third occasion, my anticipation was really strong. Having
been to 2 other plays I know what was going to happen. I could not let
my friend Barefoot, Mel Rose and Christina (with her two friends) know
what was going to happen. I only said it was an experiencial play by
Frank Moore a quadroplegic performance artist and its O.K. to be nude.
The rest is up to you.

My anticipation still high, we entered the room and sat waiting for the
first part to start. Each person is given a "Magical" cup of water, said
to have properties to allow greater freedom to the person then each is
lead blindfold into the cave of Lila, where Frank awaits your loving
touch. Never quite the same as the first time, the experience,
nonetheless, is valuable as your friends are brought in around you–more
exploring hands.

The Eroplay piece is spoken by Michael LaBash accompanied by the two
local women who continue to test your nerves or calm your restlessness.
During the reading, is when I got my inspiration to immediately write
down the poem, forming in my head. Please read it, it says it all for me
at the stadge of the evening.

Psycadelic would be pathetic if it wasn't for the fun
Slapping, Clapping, Moans, and Groans
Erotic ____ shamanic art, its an expressive part
Slapping, Clapping, Moans, and Groans
Body painted, decorated it's a part of the art
Slapping, Clapping, Moans, and Groans
Participate or you'll wait, Miss the chance to dance
Slapping, Clapping, Moans, and Groans
Frank Moore is much more than a body–he is Art
Breaking taboos, its you and the view
Slapping, Clapping, Moans, and Groans
Free to be art, free to be a part, free to be.
Touch, sex, play all day leads you to a orgastic way.
Slapping, Clapping, Moans, and Groans
Areoplay–touching rubbing, rocking, moving with each others is a
healing way.
Breaking taboos its up to you
Slapping, Clapping, Moans, and Groans

Now the fun really begins. Frank "steps-up to the mic" to sing. Yes I
said sing. Just like a Karoke star he gings to famous songs, the one
that is stuck in my mind, is Frank and Linda, singing together "I love
you babe," whick of course, now takes on a different meaning since
Sonny Bono's death. At this point of the evening you either love or
hate Frank, his humor, his artisticness, and his inability to control
his body. Let's just say, it is about acceptance.

Frank now asked if you wish to join him in the land of Lila, if you do
you have to journey there–become reborn–emerge as a new being. The
culmination of this journey is the weaving of the connective materials–paper, plastic wraps, & aluminum foil, to envelope the eroplayers
together. All the while Linda erotically dances on Franks lap at the
front the erostage.

In Freedom, Frank
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