I keep going to shows knowing I could never go to them all, knowing other people are going to other shows in the very same instant, knowing some of the shows are packed, and other shows have tumbleweeds blowing through the space where the people are supposed to stand. I think about the shows going on in places where it’s a crime to put on a show. I wonder why people are going to a big show when a little show increases their chances of enlightenment. I think we should all be putting on our own show, and, now that I think of it, I know we are and that’s part of the problem.
Upcoming Shows | Show Me You Care:
- Cutler, Ligeti, Kaiser & DeGruttola
I know, it already took place but it’s still on my mind. Henry thinks he knows who stole his shoes as he slept on a flight to europe, then walked around vienna on a sunday unable to buy a replacement pair
- Bump with Bobby Previte
- Triaxium West Large Ensemble
- Nels Cline Singers
- Melt Banana
- Game Five
- Murder Ballads
I want one.
I’m thinking about what to wear to the cocktail party, focusing on how good it will be to take it off. Shall I stuff the outfit in a garbage can in the tenderloin on my way to the show? Leave it on the corner where its complete lack of style can outrage a passing sex worker?
This isn’t whining, per se: it’s just a moment of regret. I could have openly indicated that I don’t do cocktail parties, but I dint.
Hello Death. Goodbye, Avenue A.
I used to drink Steinlager in big green bottles from the corner gas station at High Street and San Leandro: my ersatz 40. Thee Parkside actually sells it on tap, which is kind of like selling Hamm’s on tap, but without the attractive price of 40 cents per glass. Guess what?
I drink it anyway.
Here Are The Facts You Requested:
1. thomas richard morgan, etc. has a wee time management problem
2. the beatles ruined it for us by successfully recording without the support of a tour
3. it approaches the ideal to be surrounded by friends without having died first in order to get them all in one room
4. even the littlest stages permit jumping around
5. rca video cameras from the mid-80s do just fine, thank you
6. when all the members of hatfyr sing together, it’s an ethereal polyphonic birdcall.
7. transcender/hatfyr/transcender is so way much better than the creaky no legroom thanks to mr. frith interpretations of cecil taylor, maddeningly performed while cecil taylor hung out in the back somewhere. If the performers had degraded themselves a little (perhaps with steinlager) they would have portsmouth symphonium-ed. Sadly, no. I left at the intermission, choosing to fail to find ice cream rather than listen to more. Come to find out that during the second set the expressive vocalist (apparently spontaneously) decided to run straight into a wall and fall to the floor. I am such a day long sucker for physical comedy, and it is a rare feature in cecil taylor performances, that I kind of kicked myself for not hanging in…
…then I unkicked myself.
Sue says Dead Moon at the Bottom of the Hill friday night. She has a thousand and one reasons one should go, but I just realized they have the same compass on their website that I had tatted onto the top of my head.
well over a thousand vivajournalistas are interested in “noise,” but only three of them are interested in “difficult music.”
we are sitting in the back of the class.
Which is about a tedious moment when a
woman singing on stage was so involved it
appeared as though she might tip over
backward. She didn’t, but I imagined she did. I
imagined she hit her head on the edge of the
kick drum, fell into a coma, and never
recovered. I thought about the note that sent
her backward and how she would hear it
forever. I imagined you could see the note
swimming in the still pools of her eyes.