Friday
Sunday
Last Show of the Tour
the walk there. The evil eye of Sauron aka The Green Monster of Fenway
'I am so happy I rolled to this show, solo and it was still a go.
So Rock~N~Roll that it moved my soul
I was almost the only one dancing, but the crowd swayed to and fro.
each pick of the strings moves a vertebrae, when my body is directed like an orchestra...'
yyyeah, I'm either really out of commission or these are also probably lyrics to my new song hahaha
I had video, but I was dancing so hard it came out quite bad.
Nothing a little creative editing won't fix...asap
Jim, fellow dorkus malorkus.
he and pal Andy were proper gents
down to Earth and all that good shit, til we meet again, eh?
thanks for the good conversation and laughs homies!
yessss, this song....
but, as you well know, this is my fav
and it's eerily almost exactly what last night's show looked like.
It was a full moon, lunar eclipse so the night was strange, even I was about to howl at the moon. The couple days surrounding had been really rough on me and I know I wasn't alone.
I sensed the band was tired when they played: last show; can't blame them.
Everyone was probably not psyched on being in shitty Boston on a cold night. Here, here!
For me, a ROCKIN GOOD TIME it was! I got it all out...
I got handed a VIP sticker and even the after party wasn't exactly party party,
but a chill scene in the upstairs lounge behind a velvet rope,
and to be sure a well deserved rest before the flight home.
It was nice to meet Jeff from the band, a peaceful man, and a couple of the crew: names escape me,
but to the sound tech gent who so nicely sorted out the placement of my beverage, thanks for being cool
Friday
Thursday
Blackmail the Universe
p.135
"And yet...and yet...,' said I to my Teacher...even now I am not quite sure.
Is it really tolerable that she should be untouched by his misery, even his self-made misery?'
"Would ye rather he still had the power of tormenting her? He did it many a day and many a year in their earthly life."
"Well, no. I suppose I don't want that."
"What then?"
"I hardly know, Sir. What some people say on Earth is that the final loss of one soul gives the lie to all the joy of those who are saved."
"Ye see it does not."
"I feel in a way that it ought to."
"That sounds very merciful: but see what lurks behind it."
"What?"
"The demand of the loveless and the self-imprisoned that they should be allowed to blackmail the universe: that till they consent to be happy (on their own terms) no one else shall taste joy: that theirs should be the final power; that Hell should be able to veto Heaven."
Thursday
Monday
Boston Ballet, Music by Igor Stravinsky
Igor Stravinsky Mug Shot (1940)In 1940 Igor Stravinsky re-orchestrated ‘The Star Spangled Banner’ for the Boston Symphony. Someone alerted the Boston police, who arrived at Symphony Hall, confiscated the instrumental parts to the Stravinsky orchestration and arrested Stravinsky for ‘tampering with public property.
Sunday
Wednesday
Sunday
Thursday
The Day Before You Sleep No More
got serious threads here
seth and emi at 3 kings
liz purcell
becky elle
what a crazy surprise bex had in store for us that night
then off to the McKittrick Hotel
sleep no more...til the bus ride back
Wednesday
SLEEP NO MORE
My friend Liz and I had the amazing chance to be a "friend" at the first running of this
play, although only now am I writing about it. My good friend Becky Elle,
along with an array of craftspeople, toiled on the details of this
mansion for hours, days, weeks, months, years meticulously painting,
arranging, building, distressing, antiquing, pinning, nailing, covering,
hiding, embellishing, and creating the vibe that is The McKittrick Hotel. Everything is legit, everything has been purchased through antique stores and the like to create a total Sleep No More is
literally something that will keep you up the night you experience it,
and perhaps many more nights following. Think Shakespeare meets Kubrick
meets Hitchcock. Only you're in the building. You hear solemn ambient sounds mixed with haunting melodies. You feel chills, and smell
earth, dust, mildew, and smoke. You see the smoke, fog or a trail of
blood drips, and follow it into the next room. That room may have
someone crying in it, wringing their hands in despair, and in a flash
they start tearing at their hair and running from the room, down the
hall, and up the stairs to the next level as fast as they can, a stream
of masked onlookers desperately trying to keep up.
At
the beginning there was a mutual respect for this experience.
Unfortunately there are some who don't understand what can happen if
they let go and feel. If you enter happily, parade around foolishly,
disturbing the effect, and leave unchanged...well then you are at a
disadvantage. Words do little to describe... this thing enters your
soul, filling the deepest, strangest memories, reverting your heart to
that point some of us have felt, when you are so wretched that you go
mad, and your skin crawls. When there is only total agony.
Only here you are on the outside secretly looking in.
On a lighter note, in this issue of Interior Design we see what few have been able to capture on film;
the interior of the haunted McKittrick Hotel...
The actors are dancers of many years, who crawl the walls, jump from cabinets, writhe and wail while they co-mingle bodies like silk rope twisting in on itself. It's erotic, daring and to the untrained eye can seem dangerous how they gracefully fall over furniture in angst. Yet the ebb and flow stay completely fluid as if each pair of dancers were born twins, the psychic connection pulsing through trained muscles.
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