Lonnie Holley & Mourning [A] BLKstar

1.18.24 | 7:30pm–9pm

One of "the 30 bands and artists to see live before you die..." The Guardian

January 18, 2024 | 7:30pm–9pm |


This concert will be held in the auditorium at 53 Wall Street, New Haven, CT 06511.

Enter from Church Street. Doors open at 7pm.

Free and open to the public. 


Born in Jim Crow-era Birmingham, Alabama in 1950, Lonnie Holley was the seventh of 27 children—and at age four was taken from his mother and traded for a bottle of whiskey (Bloom). He fled abusive foster parents, was hit by a car (and declared brain dead) and was later sent to Alabama Industrial School for Negro Children—a “slave camp” by any other name (Missick). Holley’s work, born out of struggle, hardship—and more importantly, out of furious curiosity and biological necessity—manifests itself in drawing, painting, sculpture, photography, performance, filmmaking, and music.

REGISTER NOW to experience, in the words of The Guardian, one of “the 30 artists to see live before you die.” Holley is accompanied by the multi-generational, multi-gender, genre-non-conforming amalgam of Black culture known as  Mourning [A] BLKstar an Afrofuturist collective that wraps live instrumentation and hip-hop production around cosmic stories of apocalypse and survival.

This event is part of the CCAM Sound Art Series, a program of the Center for Collaborative Arts and Media (CCAM) at Yale and is presented by Yale Schwarzman Center in partnership with CCAM; Yale School of Art; Yale School of Music; and the Yale Center for the Study of Race, Indigeneity, and Transnational Migration (RITM).

The performance will be followed by a discussion with Lonnie Holley led by Ross Wightman, CCAM Technical Manager and Curator, Sound Art Series.

Black and white photo of a group performance on stage.

Lonnie Holley & Mourning [A] BLKstar

Flags collaged with orange an black into a quiltlike pattern.

Album: Oh Me Oh My by Lonnie Holley (2023)


Album: Oh Me Oh My by Lonnie Holley (2023)

“…unorthodox and moving songs out of the trauma and raw life materials that others would rather forget or discard…” – Pitchfork